Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 917 - 615 Striving for Every Minute and Second_3

Chapter 917: Chapter 615 Striving for Every Minute and Second_3

Let’s take it slowly, first see how Shen Yi is plotting, then observe further.

As Crown Prince of the East Dragon Palace, how could he be led around by others with just a few words.

"Father need not worry,"

Qi Zhaowen, having received Prince Zi Yang’s affirmative reply, felt even more reassured and began to use this opportunity to show how he differed from his brothers. He smiled and said, "In fact, whether it be the Ten Thousand Demon Hall or the scions of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, if they truly had strength, why would they hide and skulk about? They would have attacked the Dragon Palace long ago."

"In this servant’s view, we previously underestimated them, and that was why we were caught off guard and suffered consecutive assassinations. We might as well stay fortified in the Dragon Palace and not venture out, peacefully waiting for the Northern Hong reinforcements to arrive, and all our worries will then be resolved like slicing through butter."

If these words had come from Qi Shengtao, it would have been somewhat unbefitting of a Dragon King’s dignity.

His gaze casually swept over this son. His expression was unreadable, revealing neither joy nor anger, but deep inside, he finally felt a trace of satisfaction.

Not having enough strength is not the end of the world, at least he has good judgment and intellect.

Qi Shengtao slowly leaned back onto the throne, glossing over the topic: "With the current situation being so unpredictable, let’s first summon your eldest brother back to avoid any mishaps. As for those idle Wild Demons, tame as many as we can; let the Southern region worry about the rest."

"This son understands!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhaowen was overjoyed.

His oldest brother had been gone for only a short while, and the issues in the South were far from being resolved that quickly. Summoning him back at this time, with the Southern Dragon Palace and the Demon support led by the Cold Mountain Ancestor gone, and that lowly woman Zi Xian having been ousted by Father, where would Qi Zhaoyi find the qualifications to compete with him?

Father has already made up his mind!

However, the joy in Qi Zhaowen’s eyes did not last long.

Due to his urgent feelings, he had even used his essence blood to employ the Dragon Race’s secret techniques to contact the other party, taking the chance to demonstrate his concern for Qi Zhaoyi in front of Father: "Big brother, there’s been a change in the Western Hong, please return promptly."

The next moment, the eyelids of the second Prince of the Western Hong twitched lightly.

He blankly raised his head, looking towards Qi Shengtao on the throne: "Father... It seems like my eldest brother has already returned... He’s right outside the Dragon Palace."

Everyone present had lived for many years and belonged to the Demon Race; they understood the odd expression on Qi Zhaowen’s face and its cause.

Qi Zhaoyi was ordered to handle affairs in the Southern Hong and had only left for a brief period. There was no report back, no prior notice, and no response to the essence blood secret message. He had just quietly appeared outside the Dragon Palace?

However one heard it, the matter seemed somewhat odd.

Especially in light of the recent events in the Western Hong...

"Hmm."

Qi Shengtao sat up straight, his expression indifferent, and lightly nodded his chin: "Go welcome your eldest brother. I indeed wish to know what exactly has happened in the South."

He had already given this eldest son many opportunities, even personally intervening to drive away the Great Demon and amassing a personal entourage out of Zi Xian’s sight.

To have such a minor matter turn out in this way...

It’s indeed a little too disappointing.

Of course, there was another possibility, but Qi Shengtao did not believe that someone would dare to stride boldly to him after committing that kind of deed.

"..."

Prince Zi Yang and Zi Xian exchanged glances, feeling the Dragon Seal inside the Storage Magical Treasure; their expressions suddenly became much more strange.

A dead person definitely couldn’t appear outside the hall.

That left only one possibility for the person Qi Zhaowen sensed.

But... what is he doing here now?

The whole arena felt Qi Shengtao’s shift in emotions, and it instantly became dead silent.

Qi Zhaowen dared not speak more, bowed respectfully, and then instantly turned his head to dart outside the hall.

However, as soon as he reached the entrance of the hall, his entire body froze in place.

His eyes were fixated on the figure ahead, staring at the simple ink robe he had never seen but just heard about, that fair and handsome face, as well as the calm gaze the other party was casting...

Qi Zhaowen’s pupils dilated instantly, his throat surged, a roar was on the tip of his tongue, but it couldn’t come out.

Boom!

The young man in the ink robe took steady steps forward, landing a kick on the dark armor over Qi Zhaowen’s abdomen.

There was no fluctuation of breath, just the surrounding space warping for an instant.

This Mid Heavenly Realm Great Demon was sent flying helplessly backward, tumbling several times in the air, and in the astonished gaze of the crowd, he violently crashed into the long steps!

The throne too slanted sharply as it sunk down.

Qi Shengtao’s form slightly bent over as his hands tightly gripped the armrests, under the swaying Imperial Crowns, the ferocious Dragon Head stared down with shock and anger.

Qi Zhaowen curled up like a shrimp, lying in a pile of broken jade, one hand covering his abdomen, his body convulsing nonstop, while his other bloodied hand desperately clawed at the shattered stairs.

He opened his mouth to say something but could only spurt out blood plasma.

He could only stare at his father with wide eyes, then struggled to climb upwards on the long steps, wanting to crawl to his father’s feet.

"Heh... Heh..."

A boot carelessly landed on his back, stepping on his dragon spine, making Qi Zhaowen’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, his body completely immobilized.

At some point, the young man in the ink robe had made his way through the crowd, arriving at the foot of the long steps.

Nonchalantly stepping on Qi Zhaowen, he looked up towards the West Dragon King.

Behind the young man, three figures quietly stepped into the hall.

Their wide Golden Thread white robes fluttered slightly, each adorned with the patterns of Qing Yue, Heavenly Sword, and Ling Yue, causing everyone’s eyelids in the hall to twitch simultaneously.

"You—"

Qi Shengtao’s eyes glowed red, watching as his Crown Prince, who he had just vowed to support in his heart, was being stepped on like this.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Is that the infamous defector from the Infinite Dao Imperial Sect?"

Perhaps there would be no need to wait for the Immortal Sect to clean up its own, because now, the urge to kill in its heart had already risen to an uncontrollable level.

"You’re as blind as a dog!"

Earlier, when Situ Fuhai and Shi Lianchang had fallen, Qi Yansheng was extremely concerned about this matter. Now, hearing this statement, he stepped forward, his expression turning cold, "This is Shen Yi, the Sect Master of Nanyang, the foremost of my Seven Sons."

As soon as these words were out, even Qi Zhaowen stopped struggling, turning his head in a daze to look at the young man before him.

They had speculated countless identities for their enemy but had never thought the answer would be so simple.

Right there in the nearby Southern Hong, they were the Seven Sects they had just tried to ensnare.

The fallen force that lived in obscurity had now re-emerged, so boldly entering the main hall of the Western Dragon Palace.

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