"Xiao Chen, you are really something. To think that a mixed-blood dragon like you could produce such a talent.
How strange, "Murong Yan said excitedly when he saw Xiao Chen open his eyes.
Xiao Chen replied expressionlessly, "I'm from the Heaven Dragon Palace."
"Haha! Isn't the Heaven Dragon Palace a mixed-blood dragon palace?"
"Say another word, and I'll throw you off."
Seeing that Xiao Chen did not seem to be joking, Murong Yan laughed embarrassedly. "Never mind. Never mind."
Relying on the Demon Blood Vulture to display its Divine Might, it carried the two forward, forcefully carving out a path.
Dust clouds churned in the rubble of the Underworld King's Altar. The black-armored Rakshasa Demon walked out of the rubble with a weak expression and a heavy frown.
Rage flashed in his eyes. The moment Rakshasa Tian's clone appeared, it was destroyed by someone else.
Rakshasa Tian could not accept the fact that Rakshasa Tian worshiped the Underworld Monarch as a god.
Just at this moment, a black-clad man walked out from behind the rubble. This black-clad man had a perfect figure. His arms were bare, and his muscles bulged. His eyes were spirited, and his expression was stern. However, there was a disharmonious scar on the right side of his face.
The appearance of the scar changed that handsome face's aura, making him look tyrannical and ferocious.
"Yan Cangming, I followed your instructions and summoned this Underworld King's clone in advance. If things did not proceed as you said, neither you nor I would be able to bear the consequences, "the black-armored Rakshasa Demon said through clenched teeth as he looked at this black-clad man.
Rakshasa Tian could transform into thousands of clones. One clone was nothing.
However, to the black-armored Rakshasa Demon, it was a humiliation. In the future, he would inevitably be mocked by the Rakshasa Demons. However, to Xiao Chen, this was a humiliation. In the future, he would inevitably be mocked by the Rakshasa Demons.
It might even become a reason for the black-armored Rakshasa Demon to be attacked. He could not help but feel angry.
The scarred Yan Cangming said indifferently, "Don't worry. The Flame Dragon Legion should be on their way already. Lord Wu Ting made preparations long ago, just waiting for them to come in. After this, the Dragon's Gate's faction will not develop in the first layer of the Abyssal Underworld for ten years.
"Besides, it's not like you don't know the trump card I've prepared. What's there to worry about?"
When the black-armored Rakshasa Demon heard Yan Cangming mention trump cards, his expression eased up slightly. However, he said playfully, "You Flood Dragon Humans are still the best at dealing with these Dragon Race cultivators. After all, we were once of the same race."
So, this man with a scar on his face was a merman. It was a little hard to tell.
A murderous intent flashed in Yan Cangming's heart, but his face did not change. After a while, he suppressed his murderous intent.
"What do you think of that Dragon Race cultivator who shattered Rakshasa Tian's clone with one saber strike?" the black-armored Rakshasa Demon asked as he looked at Yan Cangming.
Yan Cangming looked into the distance and said, "Very strong. The mixed-blood dragon bloodline has not produced such a horrifying character for many years already. However, due to the limitations of the bloodline, it would be hard for them to have any future in the current Divine Dragon Empire. "
"Are you that certain?" the black-armored Rakshasa Demon asked softly.
Xiao Chen's last attack had left a deep impression on him. It was hard to imagine how terrifying such a person would be in the future.
However, from Yan Cangming's words, there was no need to worry about Xiao Chen becoming someone great.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Cangming said indifferently, "If the mixed-blood dragons were not forced into such a miserable state, how could most of them have followed the Black Dragon King into the Abyssal Underworld back then?"
"Shut up! Don't mention those three words!"
The black-armored Rakshasa Demon suddenly raged. His expression turned sullen as he unreasonably interrupted Yan Cangming.
The words "Black Dragon King" were taboo in the nine layers of the Abyssal Underworld. No one was allowed to mention them. Yan Cangming glanced at the black-armored Rakshasa Demon and said softly, "It is time to make preparations. I have to rush over to Lord Wu Ting's side. I'll leave this place to you."
After saying that, Yan Cangming's figure flashed, disappearing into the darkness. ---
Outside Flame Dragon City, most of the Flame Dragon Army had already gathered. They were ready to move out, preparing to take back their stronghold.
War chariots gathered in the wilderness. Warships filled the sky.
Tens of thousands of Dragon Race cultivators waited in formation, exuding an invisible Dragon Might that spread out with vast might.
General Feng had already seen Liu Feng's signal. The Netherworld King's statue being activated ahead of time was an acceptable situation.
The Flame Dragon Army could accept this. However, to the seven people carrying out the mission, this was the outcome they were most unwilling to face.
When Rakshasa Tian's clone descended, it would be fortunate if one of the seven could escape.
"General, it's almost time."
The adjutant reminded him softly.
General Feng collected his thoughts, and a burning flame flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "Flame Dragon Army, depart!"
Rumble!
Immediately, the horses with dragon blood galloped and roared. The war chariot sped along, causing the ground to tremble.
In the sky, the battleships flew together, covering the sky.
The Flame Dragon Army advanced at lightning speed, tens of thousands of people in the army. Surprisingly, they were not any slower than Xiao Chen's group of seven. The entire army was like a precise machine.
As time passed, this machine spun faster and faster. Tens of thousands of Flame Dragon Legion soldiers. From afar, it looked like a giant burning dragon had turned into a ball of flames at low altitude. It was a graceful sight.
In mere moments, this army covered fifty thousand kilometers. It was somewhat startlingly fast.
Everywhere the army passed, the ghostly beasts in its way instantly turned to ashes.
Even a lone Sovereign Personage would have to flee for their lives when facing this army, not daring to show off their sharpness. ---
On a sand dune:
Wei Hongfei, who had escaped the pursuit of the pursuers, heaved a sigh of relief and landed on the sand dune.
Then, he swallowed a Medicinal Pill and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. His Grade 6 Golden Dragon Race Divine Dragon bloodline helped him recover quickly.
After about fifteen minutes, Wei Hongfei suddenly opened his eyes. He saw two figures rushing towards him in the dark night.
The aura of the Dragon Race!
When these two approached, Wei Hongfei discovered that they were Liu Feng and another White Dragon Palace core disciple.
"Brother Wei!"
Upon seeing Wei Hongfei, Liu Feng and the other White Dragon Palace core disciple rejoiced and quickly landed on the sand dune.
Wei Hongfei asked, "Where are the others?"
Liu Feng still had bloodstains on his face, appearing to be in a sorry state. He sighed and said, "I saw the Rakshasa Demons surround and kill Brother Hong and Brother Ma. Xiao Chen and Murong Yan do not know. However, they probably will not be able to escape. "
Murong Yan went without saying. He had long activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline and attracted so many Rakshasa Demons.
He would not be able to escape death.
As for Xiao Chen, he would definitely be extremely weak after that saber strike. Furthermore, Xiao Chen was in the center of the rubble, surrounded by Rakshasa Demon elites. He would probably die as well.
"If Brother Xiao Chen died, it would be a pity. If he had not killed that Underworld Monarch clone at the last moment, he would not have died. If he had not killed that Underworld Monarch clone at the last moment, Brother Liu and I would not have stood a chance of escaping. "
When the White Dragon Palace core disciple thought of Xiao Chen's saber strike, he still felt shocked.
"What?!"
Wei Hongfei was greatly startled. He immediately stood up, appearing horrified. "Say that again? Xiao Chen destroyed Rakshasa Tian's clone with one saber strike?"
"It is absolutely true. Brother Liu and I saw it with our own eyes!"
Liu Feng did not dare to lie. He nodded in confirmation. If not for Xiao Chen's saber strike, he would have died long ago.
Even if Rakshasa Tian had not made a move, his Sovereign Might would have supported the Rakshasa Demons, greatly increasing the Rakshasa Demons' strength.
Xiao Chen was lucky to escape now. Furthermore, he had to face a much stronger Rakshasa army.
Wei Hongfei's expression flickered. He tightly clenched his right fist, and a complicated expression appeared in his eyes.
The moment Rakshasa Tian's clone appeared, as a Golden Dragon Palace core disciple, Wei Hongfei's first thought was to flee.
However, Xiao Chen, a mixed-blood dragon cultivator, actually dared to do something that Wei Hongfei did not dare to do, risking his life.
Xiao Chen had invisibly surpassed Wei Hongfei.
The Golden Dragon Race was now the orthodox race. Every one of them was incredibly proud. Such a result embarrassed Wei Hongfei.
If Wei Hongfei dared to risk his life, he might have a chance to kill Rakshasa Tian, who had just appeared.
However, Wei Hongfei did not dare to gamble. If he could not kill Rakshasa Tian, he would die for sure.
Just this point alone made Wei Hongfei lose to Xiao Chen completely.
"No, we have to go back and save Xiao Chen. Even if we cannot save him, we have to retrieve his corpse. We cannot allow the Demons to trample on his corpse, "Wei Hongfei said seriously.
Determination flashed in Wei Hongfei's eyes.
"Senior Brother Wei! Senior Brother Wei!"
The two quickly stopped Wei Hongfei. What kind of joke was this? If they charged back in their current state, they would just be sending themselves to death.
"I've already made up my mind. There is no need for the two of you to follow me."
Actually, Wei Hongfei still had some combat prowess. From the start to the end, he had been holding back. He still had some trump cards that he had not used.
However, he was stirred up by Xiao Chen risking his life to kill Rakshasa Tian's clone.
He decided to go back and take a gamble.
If Xiao Chen was still alive, it would all be worth it.
Liu Feng urged anxiously, "Senior Brother Wei, the two of us are grateful to Xiao Chen for saving our lives. However, if we go back now, we will just be sending ourselves to death. There is no need!"
"Rumble …!"
Just at this moment, the ground trembled endlessly. Cracks appeared on the mound.
A surging Dragon Might surged over, instantly flattening the one-kilometer-tall mound.
The two immediately rejoiced. The Flame Dragon Legion had arrived. They were now completely safe.
The adjutant beside General Feng waved the flag, and the fast-moving Flame Dragon Legion came to a halt.
"This is great. We are truly fortunate. Three of you are still alive."
When General Feng saw Wei Hongfei's group, joy flashed in his eyes. Originally, he thought that it would be pretty good if one of them survived.
General Feng fixed his gaze on Wei Hongfei and smiled. "You truly live up to being a Golden Dragon Palace core disciple. The Golden Dragon bloodline is indeed extraordinary, living up to your reputation. I will fulfill your request after the battle. I will also report the military merits. "
Wei Hongfei said, "General, there is something you do not know …"
After making up his mind, Wei Hongfei told General Feng the truth about Xiao Chen killing Rakshasa Tian's clone.
"There really is such a thing!"
General Feng was a Sovereign Personage. However, the shock on his face was no less than Wei Hongfei's.
The Heaven Dragon Palace core disciple Xiao Chen that General Feng worried about the most actually forced the other party to summon the Underworld Monarch clone.
Furthermore, Xiao Chen killed Rakshasa Tian's clone alone. This was simply inconceivable.
The mixed-blood dragon race had not produced an astonishing character for many years already. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
Just at this moment, a huge fireball burned in the sky. The fireball suddenly exploded, turning into countless sparks that lit up the night sky.
In that instant, the sky turned as bright as day.
All the cultivators in the Flame Dragon Legion squinted slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Aside from the front, countless figures appeared on three sides of the Flame Dragon Legion, densely packed together.
These figures wore armor flickering with demonic light and had indistinct scales on their faces.
"The Flood Dragon Humans!"
General Feng's expression changed slightly. He waved his hand, and the Flame Dragon Legion immediately entered a state of combat.
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