Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 794 - 569: Hall Masters Gather, the Unfathomable Wanxiang Pavilion_3

Chapter 794: Chapter 569: Hall Masters Gather, the Unfathomable Wanxiang Pavilion_3

Even though the two had just come from Southern Hong, anyone who wasn’t a fool could deduce the identity of the speaker from their calm and collected tone.

It was the Fourth Prince of the Qi Family, Qi Zhaoyang!

"Senior."

Liu Shiqian stood up, casting an inquiring glance at Wu Jun.

Back in White Jade Capital, faced with a Great Demon of the Unity Realm Stage grabbing his shoulder, he hadn’t panicked, let alone now that he had reached Unity.

However, no matter what, one couldn’t just sit around doing nothing.

Under their gaze, Wu Jun finally slowly raised his eyes, looking through the hall doors into the sky, staring indifferently at the sword tip that had torn through the heavens and the cobweb-like cracks.

Just as Elder Chi Yang was speculating on how the other party would respond, he heard a scornful chuckle in his ear.

Under the dark golden robe, the voice carried a tinge of lament.

"A bug that never learns its lesson."

In just a brief sentence, both Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang were struck dumb as if hit by lightning.

In Western Hong’s lands and waters, someone dared to call a Jade-horned Silver Dragon a "bug" so openly.

This could hardly even be called arrogance anymore; it was more like a death wish. To the uninformed, one might think Wanxiang Pavilion was the true ruler of Western Hong.

"Old Liu... you’ve really come up in the world."

Elder Chi Yang felt his mouth dry, unable to resist making a side comment.

They had been cautious when they arrived, fearing an accident, but in no time, the other party was already able to sit shoulder to shoulder with a being that mocked the sons of dragons to their faces.

"Shut up."

Liu Shiqian uttered a low rebuke, and then saw the senior rise and walk out of the great hall in an unhurried stride, streaking out of the Wanxiang Precinct.

"Is this a sign of a head-on confrontation?" Chi Yang’s eyes widened. Before he could react, he found Old Liu hesitating for a moment, only to follow suit.

"Hey! Don’t leave me behind!"

Chi Yang stamped his foot. Despite his extreme apprehension, he knew that if he couldn’t stop these Great Demons of the Dragon Palace, even hiding in the precinct would just be delusional, just delaying the inevitable death. He reluctantly flew up into the sky on his cloud and followed.

Outside the Wanxiang Pavilion.

The sky was occupied by two enormous Black-backed Jiao Dragons, their vast and terrifying forms casting a pall over the entire area surrounding the precinct.

Yet the most eye-catching sight was the two relatively smaller and splendidly ornate treasure carriages, especially the one closer to the front.

Qi Zhaoyang reclined lazily upon it, an expression of leisure on his face, betraying no trace that he’d just wielded his weapon and nearly shattered the Sect Protection Array of Wanxiang Pavilion.

"..."

Qi Zhaoping shifted his gaze away, well aware that his older brother was teaching him a lesson on how affairs of the Western Dragon Palace should be handled.

He must have learned about his previous instructions to his subordinates to help with repairing pavement stones.

His face flushed at the thought. Who wouldn’t want to be that imperious? The problem was, he wasn’t a Heaven Realm powerhouse himself and lacked the strength to easily break formations.

Let it be. There was no harm in losing face in front of one’s family as long as he could retrieve his dignity from the hands of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

Qi Zhaoping regulated his breathing, then looked down with equally imposing authority.

Until that scornful laugh came from within the Sect.

And then an irritating "bug" echoed in the ears of all the demons present.

"Cough cough."

Qi Zhaoping almost choked, casting an odd glance at his older brother, only to discover an awkward tinge creeping onto the composed face of the latter.

This Ten Thousand Demon Hall... seemed not only arrogant toward him but was damn egalitarian in its insolence.

Before Garrison Prince had much chance to think,

Qi Zhaoyang had already reached out slightly and summoned back the dazzlingly cold longsword.

He casually flicked a sword flower, and with this slight movement, the turbulent waters below suddenly grew violent. The endless green waves seemed to roar in unison, continually rising, as if they were about to engulf everything in sight.

"Seeking death."

Qi Zhaoyang ran his finger along the blade until his fingertips touched the edge. Finally, he turned his gaze to the Array below.

Just as he was about to completely shatter this eyesore of a Great Formation, his movements hesitated slightly.

He saw three figures in succession flying out from within the Array.

Qi Zhaoyang ignored the two cultivators with serious faces for the moment, focusing intently on the robust figure in a robe in the forefront. Clearly, the earlier sarcasm had come from him.

Even at the limit of his vision, Qi Zhaoyang quickly perceived something amiss and then looked amusedly at his own brother, his dismissive smile deepening, "You mean to say last time, you were scared off by such a piece of raggedy clothing?"

"How could that be possible!"

Qi Zhaoping was quick to object, anxious to explain, "Last time, it wasn’t that one that came out, but two others. I intended to kill them, but I was cautious, worrying about bringing trouble to the palace. That’s why I wanted to investigate thoroughly first."

"So, have you figured it out?"

This question came not from Prince Four but from below.

Wu Jun walked slowly to where that piece of tile was last time and gently ground it underfoot. Receiving a response from its master, its laughter contained a few more savage notes.

In that instant, it raised its head to look up into the sky.

Under the dark gold hood, a pair of eyes brimmed with fierce light: "Last time, this place was broken. My lord was generous enough to let you repair it. Now that you’ve shattered this place’s formation again, what do you plan to use to mend it?"

Feeling suddenly exposed, Qi Seventh’s face flushed red again. He was about to say something else when he was casually interrupted by the other party.

Wu Jun’s laughter ceased and his voice suddenly turned detached, "Forget it, we’ll fill it with the lives of you two despicable vermin."

"Just with you?" Qi Zhaoyang was momentarily taken aback, as if he had heard some absurd joke. The long sword in his hand quivered slightly. It seemed these charlatans, having taken advantage of too many people with this trick, dared to use it in front of a Dragon Race of the Heaven Realm like himself.

Not just the inhabitants of the Dragon Palace, even Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

How simple could it be to slay a Dragon Demon of the Heaven Realm!

"Tsk."

Wu Jun gave a slight nod, looking past the crowd of demons behind him.

Following its gaze, those from the Dragon Palace turned in bewilderment, only to be frozen in place.

There, at the far end of the sky, one on the left, one on the right, stood two grand figures with their arms crossed, floating in mid-air. They wore the same dark gold robes that fluttered in the wind, silently watching over the ground below, as if guarding the Azure Sky, cutting off all paths of life.

"It’s that one! It was there last time!"

Qi Zhaoping immediately reacted, standing up violently to point at Ke Shisan, his eyes bloodshot with enmity, roaring, "And there was a dwarf too! Where is it? Could it be that it’s afraid to show up because my elder brother is here?"

The demons clenched their swords tightly, aligning their blades toward the two figures.

Only Qi Zhaoyang suddenly fell silent, stepping slowly out of the treasure carriage, looking up slightly.

Just then, two figures had quietly appeared above the two treasure carriages.

One full-bodied, one petite.

Both stood with hands hanging down, standing quietly on top of the carriages, like invisible ghosts, so close that even Qi Zhaoping, akin to a Great Demon at the Perfection Earth Realm, noticed nothing.

Qi Zhaoyang took a deep breath, looking at the petite figure on his own carriage.

The other was coincidentally looking back.

In that moment of eye contact, Qi Zhaoyang felt a deep chill surge up his spine.

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