101: Chapter 101 The Banner of National Fortune, the Imperial Weapon Finally Completed!

Her dragon horns were translucent, like divine jade.

There were still tears of humiliation in her dragon eyes.

But her body was very honest, prostrating at Qin Yu's feet.

She lowered her noble head.

This was submission!

Seeing this scene...

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

Qin Yu was very satisfied.

He patted the dust off his hands.

"That's more like it."

With a light tap of his toes, he landed weightlessly upon that broad dragon head.

Then he reached out and grasped those two jade-like dragon horns.

They felt good—warm, smooth, and easy to hold.

"Not bad!"

Qin Yu patted the dragon head beneath him.

"Take flight."

"Go, carry This Divine Son to see the scenery!"

In her heart, Long Linger refused ten thousand times over.

She was roaring, she was crying.

But her body would not obey her.

"Yes... Master."

A Divine Thought carrying a sobbing tone was sent out.

The next second.

The silver dragon soared into the sky, carrying Qin Yu as it circled above the Imperial Capital.

Pfft!

In the distance, the Grand Elder saw this scene and could no longer hold on.

A mouthful of old blood sprayed far and wide.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly from rage.

The face of the Primordial Dragon Clan was thoroughly trampled into the mud today.

It was so deep that it couldn't be dug out even if they tried.

High in the sky, the astral winds were piercingly cold.

"Steady now."

Qin Yu stood upon Long Linger's back.

Holding a flask of fine wine, he patted the dragon horns.

"Ugh..."

Long Linger's massive dragon body trembled violently, letting out a whimper filled with humiliation.

She was a noble Princess of the Primordial Dragon Clan!

She possessed the noble Bloodline of the Silver Moon Heavenly Dragon!

In her life, she had flown through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and ventured into forbidden zones of life.

But never...

Never had she been ordered around like a flying Magic Treasure!

"Yes... Master!"

Though her heart was defiant, her body was very honest.

She had no choice.

The Beast Taming Soul Seal within her Divine Soul restrained her.

The slightest resistance would bring the agonizing pain of her Divine Soul being torn apart.

The silver-white dragon body adjusted its posture, flying even more steadily.

It had to be said.

Long Linger's awareness and flying skills were both excellent.

This left Qin Yu quite satisfied.

At this time.

Below, the group of Primordial Dragon Clan Elders who hadn't had time to flee yet.

Each of them craned their necks, mouths agape.

They watched their proud and arrogant Princess Highness.

Right now, she was as well-behaved as a docile pet.

Carrying that demon who had just ripped out the Crown Prince's dragon tendon, she was circling overhead.

Pfft!

Another Elder couldn't withstand this massive psychological blow, spitting out a mouthful of old blood three feet high.

His Dao Heart had shattered!

How could they show their faces in the future?

Others walked dogs.

But this Qin Yu was walking the Princess of our Primordial Dragon Clan?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Qin Yu looked down at the group of old loaches below whose mental defenses had crumbled and shook his head:

"Your mental fortitude is too poor."

"Spitting blood over such a small scene?"

"Then who will be able to hold it together for the big scene in a moment?"

He slowly stood up.

His black hair danced wildly in the gale, and his robes snapped in the wind.

The wine flask in his hand was tossed down casually.

It traced an arc through the air.

Smash!

It shattered upon that scarred and battered plaza.

The crisp sound of shattering was like some kind of signal.

Or perhaps...

The tolling of a funeral bell.

"It's about time."

"The timing is just right."

Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as he reached a hand into the Void Realm.

Hum—

The Void Realm trembled as if some peerless, malevolent entity was about to be born.

Immediately after.

A large black banner slowly emerged.

The eternal night soul ruins banner!

As soon as this quasi-emperor weapon appeared.

The temperature within a ten-thousand-mile radius plummeted instantly.

The Great Yan Imperial Capital plunged into the Nine Nether Hell.

Ghostly winds howled, and spirits wailed!

"That is..."

"A demonic weapon! That's a demonic weapon!"

The army below was scared out of their wits.

This thing looked far too terrifying!

"This is the big scene you mentioned?"

Long Linger felt the terrifying aura radiating from the banner.

The scales all over her body couldn't help but stand on end.

That was the Dragon Clan's instinctive warning of danger.

This banner...

Wanted to devour people!

"Scared already?"

Qin Yu held the long banner and gave it a light wave.

Whoosh!

Yin winds howled, and the heavens and earth changed color.

"The good show is only just beginning!"

Qin Yu licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing.

"System, stop playing dead."

"Detect surrounding recyclable resources."

"Today, This Divine Son is going to do something big!"

[Ding! Scanning resources...]

[High-quality buffet detected!]

[Ingredient 1: Arrogant Dragon, descendant of the Primordial True Dragon in the deep pit, not yet cold (resentment value off the charts, top-grade seasoning).]

[Ingredient 2: The thousand-year National Fortune Golden Dragon sleeping in the Great Yan Imperial Tombs (great tonic! The key core for the evolution of the emperor weapon!).]

[Evaluation: This is just like eating hotpot; the meat, vegetables, and soup base are all ready! What is the Host waiting for? Start the feast!]

Qin Yu was amused.

This System was becoming more and more eloquent.

Truly after his own heart!

"In that case."

"Then..."

"Start the feast!"

Boom!

The eternal night soul ruins banner in Qin Yu's hand suddenly expanded, instantly growing to a size of a thousand zhang, blotting out the sun.

That pitch-black banner surface was like a giant maw of the abyss.

It gave a violent suck toward the messy battlefield below!

"Wooo wooo wooo—"

The shrill sound of the wind was like the weeping of ghosts.

"No! I don't want to die!"

"What is this? Help!"

"Elder, save me!!"

The wails resounded through the clouds.

The souls of the million-strong army floated out uncontrollably.

Their faces were distorted, filled with fear and resentment toward death.

"Where is all this nonsense coming from?"

"Go!"

Qin Yu's hand seal changed.

That suction force instantly increased tenfold!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Hundreds of thousands of deceased souls were like weary birds returning to the forest.

They were instantly sucked into that pitch-black soul banner.

On the surface of the banner.

The originally dim black runes began to flicker with an eerie red light.

It was as if someone had eaten their fill and let out a satisfied burp.

But this was far from enough!

For a quasi-emperor weapon to evolve into a true emperor weapon.

This small amount of deceased souls could only be considered a pre-meal appetizer.

Qin Yu's gaze shifted, falling into the deep pit in the plaza.

There.

Arrogant Dragon lay there paralyzed, covered in blood.

But he wasn't cold yet.

The vitality of the Saint Realm was extremely tenacious.

His venomous eyes were staring fixedly at Qin Yu in the sky.

"Qin Yu..."

"You will pay the price."

"My Imperial Father will definitely... kill you!"

Though Arrogant Dragon's voice was weak.

That resentment was so thick it almost condensed into substance.

"Good!"

Qin Yu was overjoyed:

"That's the flavor!"

"It's exactly this unyielding spirit of yours that I want!"

"If you died with a smile, This Divine Son would even find it distasteful!"

He made a grasping motion in the air, picking up Arrogant Dragon like a little chick.

He lifted Arrogant Dragon up.

"Though it's not pure, you still have the True Dragon Bloodline."

"What a waste it would be to throw away such good Materials."

Qin Yu carried Arrogant Dragon and brought him close to the soul banner.

"Come."

"Go in and reunite with your group of lackeys."

"You're the Crown Prince; remember to take a good spot when you go in."

"No! No!"

Looking at that pitch-black banner opening.

Feeling the terrifying aura of ten thousand ghosts biting within.

Arrogant Dragon completely broke down.

He could endure the pain of having his tendons ripped out.

He could bear the humiliation of being defeated.

But this soul banner...

Once inside, it meant being enslaved for all eternity.

Seeking life was impossible, and seeking death was out of the question!

It was a despair where even the True Spirit would be ground away!

"Stop!!"

The Dragon Clan Grand Elder below could no longer sit still.