106: Chapter 106 Dragon Palace Coup: Where did this wild brat come from, daring to meddle in the Dragon Clan's affairs?

Boom!

With an earth-shattering roar, the ancient barrier at the entrance to the Ancestral Dragon Abyss finally succumbed to the terrifying pressure of the Myriad Dragon Sky Locking Formation, shattering completely.

The The dust settled.

The Black Dragon King, Ao Hei, stood at the forefront, followed by several Dragon Clan Grand Elders and densely packed ranks of elite Black Dragon Guards armed with long halberds. Thousands of eyes filled with killing intent were fixed on the gradually dissipating mist.

"Half an hour is up!"

Ao Hei's icy voice echoed across the square.

"My dear niece, since you refuse to come out, your uncle has no choice but to come in and fetch you personally."

However.

As soon as his words fell, a voice tinged with laziness and disdain drifted leisurely from deep within the mist.

"What's the hurry?"

"Is this how the Dragon Clan treats its guests? The guest hasn't even finished eating, and the host is already flipping the table?"

Following this abrupt voice, three figures slowly emerged from the mist.

Leading the way was none other than Xu Chen.

With one hand in his pocket and the other casually draped around Long Aoxue's slender waist, he walked with relaxed ease, as if he were strolling in his own backyard rather than an enemy camp.

Beside him, Nangong Waner held her ancient sword, her expression vigilant as she scanned the surroundings, though her gaze towards Ao Hei held a trace of peculiar pity.

"Long Aoxue?!"

Seeing this, Ao Hei's pupils constricted sharply.

Not only because Long Aoxue hadn't died in the Ancestral Dragon Abyss as he had anticipated, but also because her current condition was far too good.

Her originally pale complexion had become rosy and radiant, and her aura was refined to an extreme, faintly circulating with a pure Ancestral Dragon majesty. It felt as if she had just undergone a baptism of rebirth.

What stung his eyes even more was that this Princess, known for her aloof pride and icy beauty who wouldn't even let a man touch her hand, was now docilely nestled in that pretty boy's embrace, not even showing any intention to resist.

"Where is the Dragon Pearl?"

Ao Hei's gaze turned gloomy, fixed intently on Long Aoxue's empty hands.

"You didn't obtain the Dragon Pearl?"

"I have no interest in an antique like the Dragon Pearl."

Long Aoxue raised her head. Though still in Xu Chen's embrace, the imperial majesty belonging to the royal lineage instantly returned as she faced Ao Hei.

"My purpose in entering this time was merely to show my husband around our ancestral land."

"Husband?!"

Those two words left all the Dragon Clan powerhouses present utterly stunned.

Ao Hei trembled with rage, pointing at Xu Chen, his fury turning into a laugh of extreme anger:

"Fine! Fine! What a Princess! What a paragon of Dragon Clan chastity!"

"So, during your three months of fleeing outside, not only did you not die, but you also found yourself a human pretty boy, only at the mid-stage Semi-Saint realm, to be your lover?"

"Is this your way of trying to humiliate me?!"

"Humiliate?"

Xu Chen finally spoke up at this point.

He released his arm from around Long Aoxue, leisurely straightened his sleeves, then lifted his head to look at Ao Hei with an expression one might reserve for an idiot.

"This... Uncle Black Eel."

"Get your facts straight."

"My Aoxue doesn't fancy you because her aesthetic sense is normal. After all, choosing a wrinkled old pervert like you who's into close-relative marriage over a handsome, dashing, and wealthy young husband like me..."

Xu Chen shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Anyone with eyes would know which one to pick, right?"

"Pfft."

Nangong Waner beside him couldn't hold back, letting out a direct laugh. Her husband's mouth was truly sharper than a sword.

"How dare you!!!"

Ao Hei instantly flew into a rage. The terrifying pressure of his peak Semi-Saint cultivation erupted, causing the surrounding seawater to boil.

"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to meddle in my Dragon Clan's family affairs?!"

"I originally intended to spare your life to use as a cultivation furnace. Since you're seeking death, don't blame this king for being ruthless!"

With that, he waved a hand and barked a sharp order to the Black Dragon Guards behind him:

"Guards! Seize them!"

"Tear the man to pieces and feed his soul to the dogs! As for the women... Hmph, that sword cultivator girl is a reward for the elders to enjoy. As for this bitch..."

Ao Hei stared fixedly at Long Aoxue, his eyes filled with lust and brutality.

"After I've had my fill of playing with her, I'll throw her into the Ten Thousand Serpents Pit!"

"As you command!"

Thousands of Black Dragon Guards roared in unison, their killing cries shaking the heavens.

The long halberds in their hands simultaneously lit up with a dark, eerie glow, transforming into a black torrent of steel that surged towards Xu Chen and the two women.

Facing the terrifying scene of this army's charge, Long Aoxue's expression changed slightly. She instinctively wanted to manifest her true form to fight.

"Don't move."

Xu Chen, however, pressed down on her shoulder. The smile on his face remained, and he didn't even bat an eyelid.

"I told you, such rough work involving fighting and killing is for men to handle."

"You just need to focus on being beautiful."

"But..."

Long Aoxue grew anxious. This was thousands of well-trained Dragon Guards, amplified by the great formation. Even a true Saint would have to avoid their Sharpness for a moment.

"No buts."

Xu Chen cut her off calmly.

He took a step forward, standing alone to face the roaring black torrent.

The wind stirred the hem of his robe.

At this critical juncture.

He merely slowly raised his right hand towards the void and gently snapped his fingers.

*Snap.*

The crisp sound was exceptionally faint amidst the chaotic battlefield.

But the next moment.

*Riiip—!!!*

The sky, previously sealed airtight by the Myriad Dragon Sky Locking Formation, was suddenly torn open by an invisible hand, creating a massive rift.

An immense pressure, countless times more terrifying than all the dragons present combined, descended upon this stretch of sea like the Nine Heavens' Milky Way pouring down.

The hundreds of Black Dragon Guards charging at the forefront, before they could even comprehend what was happening, were crushed flat onto the ground by this pressure falling from the sky, their bones creaking.

"Who goes there?!"

Ao Hei, who had been ready to enjoy the spectacle, paled drastically and jerked his head up towards the sky.

There, within the shattered void, majestic golden warships, towering like mountains, were slowly sailing forth.

On each warship flew a great banner embroidered with an ancient character, 'Xu'.

On the lead flagship, two hundred figures clad in uniform golden armor, each exuding an aura at the Saint realm or above, stood like heavenly soldiers and generals, coldly looking down upon the 'ants' below.

"By the Young Master's order."

A golden-armored commander at the forefront took a step forward. His voice exploded like thunder, shaking the entire Demon Realm.

"Clear the area."