Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 918 - 616: One Man Formation

Chapter 918: Chapter 616: One Man Formation

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Prince Zi Yang still sat in his place, urgently tapping his fingertips on the table, obviously with an unsettled mind.

From the previous conversation, he viewed Shen Yi as a meticulous person who could endure silently, brutal when necessary, and his greatest advantage was his youth, having ample time.

He actually looked forward to seeing what methods Shen Yi would employ to obtain the second Dragon Seal.

But Prince Zi Yang had never imagined that Shen Yi would choose the simplest and most brutal method—from a chess player almost certain of victory, he had turned into a nearly mad gambler.

Had he known this, he would never have agreed to cooperate with him.

Let’s talk about the simplest point: with Shen Yi’s capabilities, how could he possibly ensure the slaying of Qi Shengtao in the Dragon Cave, and also, in such a short period of time, how would he fulfill the promise to handle the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?

He hadn’t prepared anything nor consulted with him, and just swaggered in.

Accompanied by Ye Jiu and others.

To tell the truth, Prince Zi Yang really disliked people who gambled their future with the lives of others.

Crack, crack.

At that moment, a dull sound interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

Only to see Shen Yi’s boots crush down fiercely, Qi Zhao Wen suddenly opened his mouth wide, blood plasma clogging his throat, his bones instantly shattered by the force of heaven and earth, that hand that tightly clutched the broken stairs, trying to crawl to his father’s side, finally slid down powerlessly.

He wanted to say something, but his dreams of being a prince, along with his life, were crushed under those boots in an instant.

"Krik... krik..."

The sound of bleeding slowly faded.

With the fall of Qi Zhao Wen, everyone in the hall instantly understood something.

This Sect Master of Nanyang was not here to negotiate or to take the Dragon Son as a hostage; the life of their second prince was a declaration of war delivered by the other party.

From the moment this group stepped into the grand hall, they were prepared for a fight to the death!

"You truly have an audacious courage."

If the West Dragon King had any reservations when Qi Zhao Wen was still under Shen Yi’s foot, now, this young man had personally freed it from all restraints.

Two sons, both with the makings of a crown prince, had fallen in succession.

It couldn’t understand who had given the other party the confidence to stand before it and just kill its son.

Even more incomprehensible!

Under its many years of control, the Western Dragon Palace had taken deep roots, its claws spread throughout all the lands and waters.

Even if this person was a madman, how could he possibly have entered its grand hall!

Disrespecting the king in his old age, thinking his claws dulled?!

Then try... try if Western Hong is still the king’s Western Hong!

Qi Shengtao stretched out his Dragon Claw, tore off the Glasing Crown, raised his head high, exhaled a long breath of dragon’s breath, his fangs rapidly growing, the dull scales brightening with a resurgence of silver light.

His dragon whiskers fluttered, those two silver horns shining brightly like deer crowns!

An aura of Heavenly Realm Perfection swept arrogantly through, making the entire grand hall tremble slightly.

After truly feeling such an aura.

The expressions of Ye Jiu and Qi Yansheng slightly shifted; since Senior Brother Qin had fallen, there hadn’t been a being of similar realm in Southern Hong, nor had they truly seen the full might of the South Dragon King reinforced by the Dragon Cave.

Only now, standing opposed to such a powerful being, directly facing its killing intent, did they gain a clearer understanding of this realm.

Yet what was truly terrifying was that Qi Shengtao... hadn’t yet tapped into the power of the Dragon Cave.

In the next moment, the entire water area suddenly became sluggish.

Without any superfluous words, it was the simplest, most brutal straight punch.

The dragon’s body, glowing silver, vanished in place, its rough Dragon Claw fiercely striking towards Shen Yi’s face.

The cultivator, leveraging the sacred ground, had mastered the power called Union Dao.

And the surging Monster Blood in the Demon Race, like a rushing great river, with eyes like the sun and moon, limbs and bones like continuous mountains, they themselves, possessed monumental force comparable to a small heaven and earth!

In the instant that the punch was thrown.

The sluggish water area, with the Western Dragon Palace grand hall as the dividing line, suddenly split open with a whoosh, coiling and rising as if a celestial river had descended.

Ye Jiu’s Flowing Light Longsword burst forth with an unprecedented buzz; Qi Yansheng abruptly stepped in front of Ji Jingxi, Purple Gold Treasure Mountain poised at his heart, looking like a pebble randomly smacked by the river, causing his figure to stagger back several steps.

Prince Zi Yang quickly reacted, pulling his sister back, raising his palm to block the aftermath.

At the same time, his eyelids twitched lightly, becoming increasingly pessimistic about today’s events.

This old dragon’s strength was a bit stronger than he had imagined; it seems that these years of comfort hadn’t made it neglect much. If combined with the Dragon Cave, it was almost reaching the Dao Realm, not much weaker than Qin Jiaoyang.

Now he was no longer contemplating whether Shen Yi could succeed today.

But rather hesitating whether to intervene and at what cost to preserve this young prodigy.

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Facing a punch from the Heavenly Realm Perfection Jade Horned Silver Dragon.

Shen Yi stood with his hands by his sides, right in the heart of this towering wave, when the giant fist was less than ten feet away, he finally moved aside, yet not to dodge.

Raising his arm, he countered with an elbow strike!

His broad, ink-black robe fluttered like a banner torn by a fierce wind, as if it would be completely shredded the next moment.

But beneath the robe, his elbow remained unmoved.

Just like the Purple Gold Treasure Mountain was merely a pebble, Shen Yi now resembled a towering mountain.

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