133: Chapter 133: Is This Person Surely Not a Fool?
Hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Ao Feng trembled, and the Dragon Clan Bloodline within his body felt as if it had seen its king, unable to resist the urge to submit, without the slightest thought of defiance.
"This... this aura is! Progenitor Dragon!"
Ao Feng lowered his head, his eyes filled with inexplicable horror. As a dignified Demon Emperor, the only thing that could exert such pressure on him was the Progenitor Dragon Bloodline!
Moreover, this pressure was from a pure Progenitor Dragon Bloodline, something only the true body would possess.
How could this be! He felt as if the heavens were playing a huge joke on him. The Dragon Clan Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor of the Monster Realm, had actually returned. What in the world was going on! Their Ancestor had disappeared from history for so many years, how could he reappear!
After a long while, Ao Feng scoffed at himself, "Heh, it seems everything is fate."
After years of plotting, just as success was within reach, the Progenitor Dragon, who had vanished into the river of history, had Rebirth, causing his plan to fail at the last moment.
In the Monster Realm, Bloodline was everything. Even if he was a Demon Emperor, under the suppression of the Progenitor Dragon Bloodline, his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.
Coupled with Ao Yin, there was no longer any chance of turning the tables.
Suddenly, Ao Feng, enduring the suppression, slowly raised his head. There was no despair of a loser in his eyes; he only resented the injustice of Heaven for not giving him this opportunity.
"Heh heh, hahahaha!" A low laugh came from Ao Feng's mouth, his eyes bloodshot, and he once again became frenzied. He stared intently at Jiang Xuan, "I am not wrong; everything was for the Dragon Clan."
Ao Feng's gaze swept over everyone one last time, and his loud laughter echoed around, "I am the Demon Emperor; who in this world is worthy to judge me!"
In an instant, Ao Feng's eyes widened, his expression resolute.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came from within Ao Feng's body. In an instant, his eyes became hollow, and he fell straight down.
Facing the current situation, Ao Feng chose not to resist, and his Soul self-destructed.
Jiang Xuan looked down at Ao Feng's corpse, "Perhaps at first you were for the Dragon Clan, but over time, even you forgot your original intention. Unknowingly, you had already fallen into the desire for power."
Jiang Xuan's expression turned cold, "All of this can be understood, but you chose to collude with the Demon Race, and your only fate is death!"
Just then, a strong Emperor's might emanated from Ao Feng's corpse. A glowing pearl floated in mid-air, emitting bursts of Dragon roars.
Jiang Xuan held the pearl in his hand, feeling the immense energy within, and whispered, "Is this a Dragon Pearl, the source of power within the Dragon Clan's body?"
A Dragon Pearl containing the essence of a Dragon Emperor is equivalent to a Human Race's Great Emperor Dao Fruit, extremely precious. If people knew that Jiang Xuan held a Demon Emperor Dragon Pearl,
the entire continent would probably go mad. That was something that could allow a Quasi-Emperor expert to step into the Great Emperor realm. The birth of a Great Emperor could allow one's Family or Sect to stand at the pinnacle of the continent for a hundred thousand years,From now on, free from the world, Nowhere to go, that was an immense temptation.
Jiang Xuan carefully examined the pearl, and after a brief thought, he had an idea.
This item was perfectly suited for the Demon Dao Clone. The main body required limit points to Breakthrough, but the Clone did not; it could Cultivate to improve its strength.
Once he refined the Emperor Pearl, this Clone's cultivation might even surpass that of the main body.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan felt a sense of anticipation.
Putting away the Dragon Pearl, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the main hall. Jiang Xuan's mouth curled into a smile, and his figure disappeared from its original spot, appearing at the entrance of the main hall in the blink of an eye, blocking the black shadow's path.
"Where do you think you're going, you Demon Race brat?"
The black-robed Demon Race's expression was ugly. Looking at Jiang Xuan blocking the entrance, the killing intent in his heart reached its peak.
This brat not only has the blood of my royal clan on him, but he also has such prestige within the Dragon Clan, actually able to make the entire Dragon Clan bow down. From what Ao Yin and the others said just now, it seems he is their Ancestor. Such important news must be transmitted to the Demon Race!
That terrifying Dragon Clan aura made even him, a Demon Race member, tremble with fear.
Jiang Xuan glanced at the blood-colored skulls around the opponent, feeling a familiar aura. He couldn't help but think of Ming Jiu, the Demon Race member he killed in the Hegemon Sect, who also had skulls surrounding him.
"You're from the Underworld Demon Clan of the Demon Realm, aren't you? I once killed someone named Ming Jiu, and he was quite similar to you."
Upon hearing this, the black-robed Demon Race felt a surge of anger, "You indeed have the blood mark of my Demon Race!"
"Brat, for killing a royal member of my Demon Race, endless pursuit awaits you!"
"Hehe, this Saint will use the Demon Race's essence blood as a guide, using a secret technique, to transmit the message to the entire Demon Realm. Brat, you're called the Demon Ancestor, aren't you? Hahahaha! Live in fear for the rest of your life!"
"The Reincarnation of the Progenitor Dragon, my Demon Race will spare no effort to nip you in the bud. The Three Realms Battlefield is about to begin, and all Prodigies of your Monster Realm, as well as the Human Race of Kyushu, must die!"
After speaking, a violent Saint's might erupted from the black-robed man, and his entire body suddenly began to swell.
Jiang Xuan watched him with cold eyes, unmoving. At this moment, an Emperor's might descended, and Ao Yin appeared in front of Jiang Xuan. With a wave of his hand, the black-robed Demon Race instantly turned to ashes.
"Hmph, in front of this Emperor, a mere Saint dares to self-destruct."
Ao Yin scoffed, then turned to look at Jiang Xuan, with a worried expression in his eyes, "Ancestor, the news of your return probably cannot be hidden in the Demon Realm."
Jiang Xuan first glanced at the vanished Demon Race, then said, "It's fine. For a short time, they can't do anything to me. When this Ancestor recovers his strength, will he still fear the Demon Race?"
Ao Yin nodded, a gleam flashing in his eyes. The Progenitor Dragon was a being born when heaven and earth first opened, comparable to the Heavenly Dao. Even Great Emperors dared not be presumptuous in front of him. If the Ancestor had been here when the Demon Race invaded back then, there would have been no great war.
"First, reorganize the entire Dragon Clan. Leave none of Ao Feng's confidants!" Killing intent flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. To prevent any accidents, they must cut the grass by the roots!
Ao Yin's expression was cold. Now that the Ancestor had returned, he no longer had any scruples, once again becoming the decisive and mighty Dragon Clan Clan Chief he once was.
"I will be in seclusion this month. If there's nothing urgent, there's no need to report to me. You are the Clan Chief of the Dragon Clan; you can make all decisions. I hope that when I come out, there will be no other voices within the Dragon Clan." Saying this, Jiang Xuan's gaze swept over the few individuals kneeling on the ground, pale-faced, who had been the most boisterous at the beginning.
"A month later, I will come out of seclusion and head to the Demon God Sacrifice Grounds. By then, if the other Yao Race members are sensible, then so be it. Otherwise, this Ancestor's blade may not be dull!"
A sharp glint appeared in Jiang Xuan's eyes. With Bloodline suppression, he was a god in the Monster Realm.
Ao Yin bowed slightly, "Please rest assured, Ancestor. Ao Yin will surely make the Dragon Clan reborn."
Jiang Xuan nodded, just about to leave, when a domineering voice rang out from outside the hall, "Who dares to be presumptuous in the Dragon Clan! Fellow Dragon Clan Seniors, this Junior Nangong Aotian is willing to lend a hand!"
Nangong Aotian was depressed. He had only gone into seclusion and missed such a major event to befriend the Dragon Clan. He hoped it wasn't too late to help.
Entering the main hall, he saw a young man with an enchanting appearance in front, who clearly wasn't a good person, and paid no attention to his surroundings.
"Hey! Brat, are you the one being presumptuous in the Dragon Clan! How dare you! Don't you know that I, Nangong Aotian, the Human Race's number one Prodigy, am here? Hurry and surrender!"
Nangong Aotian's loud shout made everyone instantly freeze. Ao Yin looked at his daughter with a playful gaze, as if to say, "Is this the Human Race Prodigy you found? Are you sure he's not an idiot?"
Ao Qian's small face was flushed red, and she covered her face with her hands, not daring to see anyone.
She stomped her feet, filled with shame and anger, and hurried to Nangong Aotian, angrily saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Come with me quickly."
Nangong Aotian was stunned, thinking Ao Qian was scared. He gave her what he thought was a handsome smile, "Qianqian, don't be afraid. Watch me teach that guy a lesson."
After speaking, under Ao Qian's shocked gaze, Nangong Aotian unleashed his Hegemonic Body and punched towards Jiang Xuan!