Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
Hearing the Second Elder and the Third Elder of the Golden-Winged Great Rocs, the eyes of the Legalism High Lord and the middle-aged expert of the Dragons twitched.
Originally, they had an absolute chance of winning against the Desolate Country. However, with so many powerful cultivators from the Golden-winged Great Peng Bird Clan joining the fray, there was probably no hope at all.
"Jialou Guanyu, Jialou Zhiheng, stop making oblique accusations. The Golden-Winged Great Rocs are still unable to cover the sky with one hand. This world is not the ancient times!"
The old Great Lord spoke to the Great Golden-Winged Peng Bird Race. Even with his temper, he could not endure such words.
"Han Que, if you're not convinced, I'll spar with you. Anyway, I've long disliked your Legalism. Some things have to be settled sooner or later. Let's collect some interest today!"
The second elder directly picked on the old patriarch of the Legalism family. He was just short of pointing at his nose and scolding him. The enmity between the Legalism family and the junior patriarch was clearly against the Golden-winged Great Rocs as well. If it were not for some other concerns, the Golden-winged Great Rocs would have lost their patience long ago.
Now that the Heavenly Devil Battlefield had opened, some of the restraints and apprehensions of the major clans and races would slowly disappear.
Looking at the Second Elder of the Golden-Winged Great Rocs, the old High Lord of Legalism really didn't dare to casually make a move. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he definitely didn't have any confidence.
Moreover, the Golden-Winged Great Rocs had the advantage in numbers. There were also Daoists, Buddhists, and other famous people.
"Hmph, do the Golden-winged Great Rocs really think they're invincible?!"
The middle-aged Dragons expert couldn't help but ask. The Dragons and the Golden-winged Rocs had a grudge since ancient times.
The Third Elder looked at the middle-aged Dragons with a golden light in his eyes. "You must be Long Teng's grandson, Long Ming. I heard that you're also a half-step Nirvana Supremacy, but not long ago, Long Teng was killed by our Young Clan Leader. As a grandson, you're really filial, wanting to accompany your grandfather so soon!"
The news of Du Shaofu killing Long Teng not long ago had spread, and it was immediately known to all major factions. The Golden-winged Rocs had also heard of it.
However, not everyone knew about this news. When the Third Elder said this, the entire city was stunned.
The Devil King Du Shaofu had appeared in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield and had even killed the Dragon Clan's Ancestor, Long Teng. This news was no different from a bomb that struck everyone present who didn't know, causing them to be flabbergasted!
"Long Teng's grandson?"
Du Shaofu secretly sized up Long Ming. Long Teng's grandson had a very strong aura. He was a half-step Nirvana Supremacy, which proved that his talent was extraordinary. His aura wasn't any weaker than the Legalism Supremacy.
After hearing the Third Elder's words, Du Shaofu knew that the Second Elder was called Jialou Guanyu, while the Third Elder was called Jialou Zhiheng. As for the Legalism Supremacy, he should be called Han Que Feng. He really lived up to his name, very wicked.
At this moment, the middle-aged man called Long Ming's face was as cold as frost. He was extremely gloomy as he glared fiercely at the Third Elder of the Golden-winged Great Rocs.
Long Ming was Long Teng's grandson. His grandfather had been killed by Du Shaofu, so he had naturally received the news. Just now, he had wanted to settle the score with the people from the Desolate Country. Who knew that the people from the Golden-winged Roc Clan would suddenly come as well?
But now that his grandfather had been killed, one could imagine how Long Ming felt. He couldn't bear it.
"Business is more important. Bear with it for a while. There will be a chance to settle the score!"
Sensing Long Ming's aura, Han Quaoyao was someone who had lived for thousands of years after all. Her mental state and temperament were not ordinary. She transmitted her voice to Long Ming. If they were to start a war with the Desolate Country and the Great Golden-Winged Rocs, they would not be able to gain any advantage.
The Daoist Sect was close to the Desolate Country, and the Buddhist Sect was also present. They had to be careful.
"This debt will be repaid in double!"
Long Ming said in a deep voice. His gaze was filled with meaning, but he held it back after Han Yuanshan transmitted his voice. He understood the situation very well. If they were to fight, they wouldn't gain any advantage.
"Hmph!"
Jialou Guanyu and Jialou Zhiheng could only watch helplessly as Long Ming and the others showed no signs of fighting. Although they weren't afraid of the Dragons and the Legalism, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. If they were to fight, even if they could wipe out a thousand enemies, they would suffer great losses.
Long Ming and Han Que Feng weren't easy to deal with either.
"Today's matter has nothing to do with others. The Legalism and the Dragons are here for other matters. Those who have nothing to do with it, please step back!"
Han Que Feng said, his voice echoing throughout the city.
"Not for the Desolate Country?"
Du Shaofu looked at Han Yuanshan, who was flying low in the sky. He had thought that the Legalism and the Dragons were here for the Desolate Country. But now, it seemed that Han Que Feng and the Dragons were here for other matters and other people.
"The Dragons and the Legalism aren't here for the Desolate Country!"
The small city was in an uproar. Some people were surprised, but no one wanted to be implicated and they all retreated.
But the Buddhists, Famous Scholars, Lian Qingrong, the Desolate Country, the Golden-Winged Great Rocs, and the Daoists didn't make any moves. They just watched the Legalism and the Dragons' actions quietly.
In just a few breaths, the streets and alleys around the small city were emptied. All the living creatures retreated, not wanting to be implicated and suffer an unexpected calamity.
Han Que Feng looked down at the sky, searching for something. His eyes were like lightning and his face was gloomy. Coupled with the provocation he had just received, his voice was cold and gloomy. "Come out, you can't escape. I'm sure you're here. Why struggle pointlessly!"
His voice echoed in every corner of the small city and fell into everyone's ears.
"Who are the Legalism and the Dragons looking for?"
Du Shaofu raised his eyebrows inwardly. Someone who could make the Legalism, Han Que Feng, and the Dragons pursue together couldn't be simple.
The moment Han Que Feng's voice fell, the entire city looked at each other, but there was no reaction.
"Hmph, it's just a pointless struggle. Do you like to hide? Let's see how long you can hide!"
Han Que Feng snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, several rays of light appeared in his palm like electric arcs. In the end, they shot out from his palm and flew down toward the small city.
The dazzling rays of light flashed like spirit snakes in the surrounding crowd, causing panic and fear to surge out of many living creatures. However, no one dared to stop them, afraid that they would provoke the Legalism and the Dragons.
And these spirit snake-like rays of light didn't cause any harm to anyone. As if they were searching for something, they constantly flew through the crowd.
In the end, the rays of light finally stopped in front of a thin figure that had been deliberately hiding in the crowd. With a trembling sound, the rays of light shone brightly, as if they were about to transform into several sharp arrows, and a terrifying aura began to spread out.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the thin figure's robe suddenly shook, and an invisible wave of air rushed out. A powerful aura surged out, distorting the void and shattering the spirit snake-like rays of light.
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