263: Chapter 263 A Giant Dragon Descends on the Wilderness Camp; Wash Your Neck and Wait to Die!

The night was deep, and flames soared into the sky within the Wilderness Camp.

Hundreds of tents stretched out in a continuous line, buzzing with the noise of a massive crowd. Over a thousand high-level Cultivators, holding Magical Artifacts, shuttled back and forth, the entire camp permeated with a chilling aura of slaughter.

The Old Celestial Master stood on a Command Platform forged from refined steel, his beard fluttering in the wind. He gripped a fly-whisk tightly in his hand, his gaze as gloomy as stagnant water.

"By order of the Alliance Leader! Bring out all the Top-Grade Spirit Stones from the treasury! No one is allowed to close their eyes tonight; set up the 'Ten Thousand Swords Demon Execution Grand Array' overnight!"

Several Elders took the command and immediately led hundreds of elite Disciples to busy themselves around the camp.

Formation Flags emitting blinding light were driven deep into the ground, while dense Spiritual Qi wove into an invisible net in mid-air.

In the air, thousands of glinting Flying Swords hovered, their tips all pointed directly toward the camp entrance, their Killing Intent soaring to the heavens.

The Abbot of the Vajra Temple, clad in a red kasaya, walked onto the Command Platform with steady steps. He pressed his palms together, thumbing the golden prayer beads in his hand, his rugged face full of confidence.

"Rest assured, Alliance Leader. This old monk has already arranged for three hundred Arhat Martial Monks from the temple to set up the 'Vajra Demon Subduing Circle' within the camp's inner perimeter. The vital energy of the three hundred monks is linked, making it indestructible. Should the little thief Su Yang take even half a step into the camp, I will ensure he is crushed to pieces and never returns."

The Sect Head of the Emei Sword Sect sneered, drawing the longsword from her waist. "This brat killed my sect's Disciples with ruthless methods. Today, all seventy-two Flying Swords of my Emei have been unsheathed; I will surely take his head to appease the souls of my fallen Disciples."

The leaders of various Schools spoke one after another, their confidence overflowing.

Over a thousand high-level Cultivators gathered here, representing more than half of the power from both the secular Ancient Martial Arts World and the hidden Cultivation World.

With such immense power, moving mountains or overturning seas would be no trouble at all.

To everyone, using such force against a mere kid in his early twenties was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Everyone, do not underestimate the enemy," the Old Celestial Master frowned, reminding them in a heavy voice. "The Disciple sent to deliver the message reported that Su Yang is accompanied by several enchantresses with profound cultivation and ruthless methods. He even casually burned the Divine Lightning Talisman, which shows that his cultivation is quite deep."

"The Alliance Leader worries too much!" a bald, burly man interrupted gruffly. "Two fists are no match for four hands. With the dragnet we've laid out, even if a Grand Unity Golden Immortal descended to earth, they'd lose a layer of skin today. Even if Su Yang has three heads and six arms, could he possibly withstand the combined attack of a thousand people?"

The Old Celestial Master nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Indeed, with over a thousand Cultivators attacking at once along with the camp-protecting array, the power was enough to destroy heaven and earth. Su Yang would have no way to escape.

A night passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning, the western suburbs of Jiangzhou City.

Sunlight spilled onto the bluestones of the courtyard at Number 44, Locust Tree Alley.

Inside the courtyard, the Spiritual Qi was so dense it turned into mist, and exotic flowers and plants swayed in the wind like a fairyland.

Su Yang slowly opened his eyes from the rocking chair and gave a long stretch, his joints popping like crackling beans.

"Boss, the water for washing your face is ready."

Ye Yuqing walked over carrying a wooden basin.

Today, she wore a black hip-hugging skirt that perfectly accentuated her explosive and seductive figure, a gentle smile gracing her fair face.

Su Yang casually washed his face and sat down at the stone table.

Several large bowls of steaming spirit crystal rice porridge sat on the stone table, their fragrance filling the air.

Bai Li, in a white dress, looked ethereal with Immortal Qi.

Sitting beside Su Yang, she picked up a small bowl and took a gentle sip, her purple eyes shimmering. "Hubby, the Demon Slaying Alliance has set a dragnet for us today. When do we leave?"

"We'll leave once we've had our fill." Su Yang picked up a large bowl and gulped down the porridge, looking completely at ease.

Mary, flapping her black bat wings, flew down from the roof.

She was dressed in black deep-V rompers, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight, her ample chest heaving intensely.

"Boss! I'm hungry! Let's hurry to the camp! The blood of over a thousand Cultivators must be delicious. I can't wait to start the slaughter!"

Mary licked her rosy lips, her eyes glowing with an excited red light.

Chu Ling floated out from the side wing. Her ice-blue long dress swayed in the wind, and her beautiful face was covered in a layer of frost. Having just transformed into her Unmelting Bone true form, she was frustrated that she had nowhere to vent her terrifying physical strength.

"Since they dared to be disrespectful to the boss, I will freeze them all into ice sculptures today and shatter them into pieces." Chu Ling's voice was cold.

Qin Xueji stepped forward holding a document.

She had changed into a sharp business suit, projecting the icy aura of Jiangnan's richest person, yet her gaze toward Su Yang was filled with reverence.

"Boss, the private car is already parked at the entrance of the alley. The route has been planned, and the convoy is ready to depart at any time. We are expected to arrive at the Wilderness Camp in an hour," Qin Xueji reported respectfully.

"Why take a car?" Su Yang put down his empty bowl and stood up. "Too slow."

Su Yang raised his left hand and lightly flicked the ice dragon jade bangle on his wrist.

"Little White Strip, come out and get to work."

A world-shaking dragon roar erupted thunderously above the courtyard.

The jade bangle transformed into a blinding white light and soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient Frost Giant Dragon, over a hundred meters long and covered in translucent ice armor, circled above Locust Tree Alley. Its immense draconic pressure instantly tore the surrounding clouds to shreds.

"Big Black, watch the house," Su Yang instructed.

The Soul-Devouring Black Demon Flower on the courtyard wall waved its metallic vines and let out a low hiss in response.

Su Yang stepped out, his body turning into a golden stream of light, landing steadily on the broad, flat head of the giant dragon.

The four women—Bai Li, Chu Ling, Mary, and Qin Xueji—followed closely behind, leaping onto the dragon's back one after another.

"Go," Su Yang said, standing with his hands behind his back as he gave the command.

The Frost Giant Dragon gave its wings a sudden, powerful flap.

A gale rose as its massive body turned into a streak of white lightning, shooting into the clouds and flying at high speed toward the Wilderness Camp fifty kilometers away.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the astral winds howled.

Su Yang expanded a Pure Yang True Qi shield, protecting the four women within it. Inside the shield, it was as warm as spring.

Mary excitedly leaned against the edge of the shield to look down, her full chest pressed and deformed against it.

Although Qin Xueji was nervous, looking at Su Yang's tall and upright back, she instantly felt incredibly secure.

In less than a few minutes, the Wilderness Camp appeared at the edge of their vision.

The Wilderness Camp.

Over a thousand Cultivators held their Magical Artifacts, waiting in battle formation.

The Formation Flags all around emitted multicolored light, and thousands of Flying Swords buzzed in mid-air.

The Old Celestial Master stood at the highest point of the Command Platform, staring gloomily toward Jiangzhou.

"Report! Alliance Leader! The radar has not detected any vehicles approaching!" a lookout Disciple reported loudly.

The Abbot of the Vajra Temple frowned, gripping his prayer beads. "Could it be that this boy feared our might and fled overnight?"

"He can't run! Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find him and hack him into a thousand pieces!" the Old Celestial Master gritted his teeth, his face full of fury.

No sooner had he spoken.

The light above the camp suddenly dimmed.

A terrifying pressure, seemingly from the primordial era, bore down like the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

The torches burning in the camp were instantly extinguished, and a thick layer of white frost formed on the ground at a visible speed.

"What's happening? Why has the sky gone dark?"

"Look at the sky!"

Over a thousand Cultivators looked up in unison.

The clouds were forcibly torn apart by a pair of massive ice-blue claws. A hundred-meter-long ancient Frost Giant Dragon, carrying an extreme sense of oppression, descended from the sky and hovered directly a hundred meters above the camp.

A dragon roar shattered the firmament. A violent, icy aura swept across the entire area.

"A dragon! It's a real dragon!"

"Good heavens! How can there be a living giant dragon in this world!"

The Cultivators who were just full of confidence and clamoring to slay the evil were now all so terrified that their legs went weak, and their formation instantly fell into chaos.

The Magical Artifacts in their hands were like scrap metal before such a mythical creature; they lost even the courage to raise them.

The giant dragon slowly descended, its massive body blotting out the sun and sky.

The gale made the Old Celestial Master's Daoist robes flutter loudly.

He stared wide-eyed at the young figure on the dragon's head, his hand holding the fly-whisk trembling violently.

Su Yang stood with his hands in his casual pants pockets, looking down from above at the crowd that had descended into a chaotic mess.

Beside him stood four peerless beauties of unmatched elegance, looking like goddesses descended to the mortal world.

"Are you Su Yang?" The Old Celestial Master forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and, bracing himself, took a step forward to question him loudly.

A wild and arrogant sneer curled at the corner of Su Yang's mouth, and his voice, laced with the pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage, clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Have you all washed your necks yet?"