Chen Ling's words made Jiao Yang unable to control the anger in his heart. Without waiting for Chen Ling's reply, Jiao Yang immediately chose to attack. Accompanied by the roar of a dragon, Jiao Yang fiercely punched out.
Chen Ling did not seem to care about Jiao Yang's attack at all. He casually sent out a palm strike, and the palm strike collided with the dragon fist. At the same time, Chen Ling indifferently said.
"I've killed more than one flood dragon like you."
Chen Ling had killed a flood dragon before, but that was in his previous life. However, Jiao Yang, who was in a fit of anger, naturally did not listen to Chen Ling's words. He suddenly increased his strength, and the fist and palm collided. Accompanied by a muffled sound, the ground where the two were standing cracked inch by inch. The hard bluestone tiles were directly shattered like white paper.
It was completely unexpected that Jiao Yang would directly attack. Perhaps in Jiao Yang's opinion, Chen Ling was not the first Chosen of the Sacred Palace, so there was no need for him to be afraid.
To put it bluntly, in Jiao Yang's opinion, in the entire Sacred Palace, other than the first Chosen, Xiao Chen, there was no need for him to be afraid of anyone else.
Unfortunately, Jiao Yang's thinking was completely wrong. This was because the ten Chosen of the Sacred Palace were a little strange compared to the Chosen of the other quasi-Saint sects.
Although Xiao Chen was the first Chosen, in terms of strength, he was not the strongest existence among the ten Chosen. Chen Yu was currently stronger than Xiao Chen, and although Chen Ling and Long Qing were not ranked as Xiao Chen, their strength was not weaker than Xiao Chen's.
Therefore, Jiao Yang's estimation was clearly wrong. After a head-on collision, Chen Ling did not fall into the slightest disadvantage. Seeing this, Jiao Yang's expression changed slightly as he thought to himself, "Damn it, this guy's strength …"
Chen Ling was only the second Chosen of the Sacred Palace. Logically speaking, he should not be Jiao Yang's match. However, the reality was the opposite. Chen Ling's strength was ridiculously strong.
Neither of them had the upper hand in this exchange of blows. Long Qing's face darkened when he saw this. He was about to make a move, but he was stopped by Xiao Chen.
"Second Elder Sister, are you still worried about Big Brother? You don't have to intervene. Second Elder Sister only needs to release the Dragon Clan's pressure, and he will no longer be able to fight back." Xiao Chen stopped Long Qing and said.
If it was any other First Saint, it would be difficult to deal with them. However, it was much easier to deal with Jiao Yang. As long as Long Qing released his Dragon Aura, Jiao Yang would not be able to resist at all.
The pressure of a pure-blood dragon was absolutely irresistible to the flood dragon tribe. This was also the flood dragon tribe's greatest weakness.
Many things in the world were like this. As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. After the flood dragons obtained the power of the dragon bloodline, they became the vassals and servants of the dragon race while possessing great power.
Facing the pressure of a pure-blood dragon, the flood dragon tribe did not have the slightest ability to resist. This had nothing to do with cultivation. It was an unreasonable suppression.
Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Long Qing nodded slightly. Then, a dense Dragon Aura spread out from her body. Feeling this pressure, Xiao Chen, Chen Ling, and the others did not react at all. However, Jiao Yang could not help but tremble.
It was as if a natural fear had been awakened from the depths of his soul. At this moment, Jiao Yang could not even circulate the spiritual energy in his body, let alone fight.
Moreover, his legs unconsciously straightened as if he was about to kneel in front of Long Qing.
He resisted the urge to kneel, but it was all in vain. Facing the pressure of a pure-blood dragon, Jiao Yang could not resist at all. After a short while, with a bang, Jiao Yang knelt on the ground and could no longer stand up.
"I already said that you flood dragons are like servants, but you didn't believe me." Seeing Jiao Yang kneel down, Chen Ling said indifferently. Then, he slowly retracted his aura.
This time, Jiao Yang ignored Chen Ling's words and looked at Long Qing in disbelief. Previously, he did not believe that the pure-blood dragon tribe could suppress the flood dragon tribe.
However, when he truly felt this irresistible suppression, Jiao Yang understood that the pure-blood dragon tribe was the flood dragon tribe's nemesis, or rather, the master.
In front of other tribes, even the Huang Yi Tribe or the Qilin Tribe, Jiao Yang would not be so powerless. At the very least, he would be able to resist. However, in front of the pure-blood dragon tribe, Jiao Yang, as a flood dragon, could not resist at all.
Just as Chen Ling had said, as a servant of the dragon tribe, Jiao Yang dared to have designs on Long Qing. This was simply courting death.
After easily dealing with Jiao Yang, Xiao Chen walked in front of Jiao Yang and looked at him calmly. Then, he said to the Saint Palace Saint beside him, "Seal his cultivation.
"Seal his cultivation and tie him up. Let the Great Sage of the Valley of Beasts come and get him."
Jiao Yang had arrogantly barged into the courtyard and even attacked without any explanation. Xiao Chen naturally would not let him go so easily. He would first tie him up and let the supreme sovereign of the Myriad Beast Valley come and get him.
Hearing Xiao Chen's words, a sense of humiliation rose in Jiao Yang's heart. Immediately, Jiao Yang angrily shouted, "Xiao Chen, don't you dare!"
"Why wouldn't I dare? Tie him up. If the supreme sovereign of the Myriad Beast Valley doesn't come, then tie him up." Xiao Chen coldly sneered.
It could be said that as long as Long Qing was present, Jiao Yang was a piece of trash without any battle power. Xiao Chen and Chen Ling did not fear him at all. After all, Long Qing was his natural nemesis.
Of course, this did not mean that Jiao Yang was weak. To be able to become the first Holy Son of the Myriad Beast Valley, Jiao Yang's strength was not to be doubted. It was a pity that he was from the flood dragon tribe and had encountered Long Qing. He could only blame it on his bad luck.
Under Jiao Yang's furious roar, the Holy Venerate from the Sacred Palace quickly sealed Jiao Yang's cultivation, then tied him up and brought him away. He was locked up in a random room.
Jiao Yang's arrival was only a small interlude. Xiao Chen and the others did not pay much attention to it. Xiao Sheng and the other supreme sovereigns did not even show up from start to finish.
After dealing with Jiao Yang, Long Qing withdrew her pressure. However, her face was still cold as she said, "Little brother, why didn't you let me do it just now? Why didn't you just cripple him?"
"Second sister, this fellow is the first Holy Son of the Myriad Beast Valley after all. If you cripple him, then this matter will not end well. It will also be difficult to explain to the Myriad Beast Valley. Furthermore, with you here, Jiao Yang won't be able to cause any trouble. We can just punish him." Hearing Long Qing's words, Xiao Chen smiled and said.
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