The purple dragon that appeared halfway

Xiao Fan looked at the various Storage Pouches scattered in the Wanlong Nest with satisfaction, the harvest was not bad, and in the next moment, he also teleported out.

Outside the Wanlong Nest, looking at the huge Wanlong Nest suspended in the Void Realm, Xiao Fan's mind stirred, wanting to use the Dragon King Token to bring the Wanlong Nest into his possession.

At this moment, a purple Dragon flew from the sky.

Behind the Dragon, there was also a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Hahaha, the Wanlong Nest is still here, I'm not late, my little ones."

This Mahayana Realm purple Dragon said as if no one else was around: "Form a formation, take down the Wanlong Nest, and all of you will be able to transform into true Dragons."

The sudden appearance of the Mahayana Dragon made everyone present's hearts sink.

How could a Mahayana Realm Yao Dragon enter the Human Race Domain?

However, no one dared to question, they just retreated.

Watching as this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals completely surrounded the Wanlong Nest in the sky, wrapping it into a spherical shape.

Xiao Fan, holding the Dragon King Token, could freely control the Wanlong Nest. He didn't want to cause too much commotion, his original intention was to quietly hide the Wanlong Nest in the Void Realm and then take it away.

He didn't expect that a mixed-breed Dragon would suddenly appear and try to snatch his Wanlong Nest.

Xiao Fan glanced at the forces present; no one dared to speak, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly. All of them just kept silent. If they couldn't win, couldn't they even call for help?

This is my Wanlong Nest! Where did this mixed-blood Dragon come from, daring to snatch this Seat's things!

That Mahayana Realm Yao Dragon, as if no one else was around, commanded the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to set up a formation, seemingly already considering the Wanlong Nest his own.

Xiao Fan was about to step forward and tell him to stop.

However, he was pulled back by an Elder at his side.

"Saint, don't be reckless."

"Yes, Saint, I know this Dragon. It's a Yao Dragon from the East Sea Dragon Clan. Its strength is formidable; we can't defeat it with our power."

"But don't worry, when we return to the Holy Land, just report it directly to the Grand Elder, and let the Grand Elder send someone to deal with him."

Xiao Fan glanced at them and shook his head, saying, "Enduring for a moment makes me angrier the more I think about it. Retreating a step makes me feel more wronged the more I think about it. Today, I'm going to slay a Dragon!"

Alright, he was just joking; slaying a Dragon was not his turn yet, but his Aura couldn't be lost.

However, since he knew this guy's background, dealing with him would be simple.

Xiao Fan flew up and shouted at the Mahayana Realm Yao Dragon, "This Wanlong Nest is mine. If you want to snatch it from my hands, are you prepared to die?"

He was not afraid in the slightest; the small pagoda hanging around his neck had already begun to glow, protecting his entire body.

Even those who hadn't reached the immortal level naturally couldn't break through Xiao Fan's defense.

The Yao Dragon's eyelids also sank. Where did this Nascent Soul small fry come from, daring to flaunt himself in front of him?

He didn't even glance at him, directly spitting out a mouthful of Dragon breath. Fiery flames flew out, indiscriminately washing over Xiao Fan's body.

Then he continued to collect the Wanlong Nest.

Just a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he could spray him to death with a casual breath.

This scene directly stunned all the forces.

This Yao Dragon is too bold, he can't tell the big from the small, right? In the Tai Xuan Holy Land territory, he dares to kill the Taixuan Holy Son.

You're great, you're really great!

An Elder from a major force said, "Today, a Mahayana Dragon is going to die."

Among other forces, the Elders with keen insight were also terrified:

"The last one who was so arrogant was a Mahayana Realm Silver Moon Wolf King from the Northern Plains. Because he accidentally trampled an Outer Sect Disciple to death in the Tai Xuan Holy Land Domain and refused to apologize or compensate."

"As a result, he was alive and well, but then the Tai Xuan Holy Land Elder deboned, pulled out his tendons, peeled his skin, drained his blood, and cut his flesh. After a series of operations, the grass on his grave was several zhang high."

As for Xiao Fan's life and death, the Elders of these forces were not worried. A Saint from a major force must have some unknown life-saving methods.

When facing an attack from a high-level Cultivator, protection would definitely be triggered.

Xiao Fan also didn't expect that a mixed-breed Dragon would dare to harbor murderous intentions towards him?

Alright, your Dragon life ends here!

The purple Dragon also discovered the problem, huh? My Dragon breath, it actually couldn't kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator?

He turned his head, his dark blue eyes coldly staring at Xiao Fan. When he clearly saw Xiao Fan's attire, his heart skipped a beat.

It seems that acting just now was a mistake.

Putting away his cold expression, he said in a normal tone:

"So it's a junior from the Tai Xuan Holy Land. I won't bother with you, you can go back."

Xiao Fan was stunned. Damn it, he's still putting on an act, isn't he? He tried to kill me and now says he won't bother with me.

"Surrender, or die."

"You choose one yourself."

Xiao Fan was not to be outdone. He looked at the purple Dragon in front of him with calm eyes and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Silence!

Not a sound!

None of the forces present dared to speak.

Ye Tianwei also had confidence, but his backside felt cold, and others' gazes at him were laced with a kind of mockery, making him feel utterly humiliated.

He now wished he could find a hole to crawl into; how could he dare to speak?

The purple Dragon was also startled upon hearing this.

"I see you as a junior and don't want to bully you with my strength. Don't be ungrateful," the purple Dragon restrained himself and said.

If he really killed Xiao Fan, even if he escaped back to the East Sea, he would still not escape death. If he only took the Wanlong Nest, then there was still room for a turn of events.

Everyone stared at the standoff in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous for Xiao Fan.

Too brave, isn't he? A Nascent Soul Cultivator dares to speak like this to a Mahayana Cultivator?

"Is this the Taixuan Holy Son?"

"Holy crap, what a domineering demand: surrender, or die."

"As fellow Saints, why is the difference in how we conduct ourselves so vast?"

"Be careful with your words."

Someone said something in a Yin and Yang tone, though it's unclear who.

Ye Tianwei directly fainted from anger. Even the Elders beside him were somewhat disgusted. If it weren't for their status, they wouldn't even want to stand next to Ye Tianwei.

Too humiliating!

Xiao Fan and the purple Dragon fell into a standoff, and the atmosphere became deadlocked.

At this moment, nine golden Dragons, carrying vast Dragon might, came from the horizon.

Golden light shone, Dragons soared through the Nine Heavens, and nine golden Five-Clawed Golden Dragons pulled a luxurious carriage, traveling a thousand li in an instant, speeding towards them.

Driving the Dragon carriage was a child who looked like a toddler. He had a sky-high braid, a small, tender body, and a golden lock around his neck.

He looked like a babbling baby.

However, no one underestimated him; anyone who could use nine golden Dragons as mounts was certainly not simple.

The purple Dragon came to his senses, watching the nine golden Dragons fly closer, his heart in his throat.

Damn it, how did the Five-Clawed Golden Dragons get here? Did the Wanlong Nest attract them?

If that were the case, then he definitely couldn't compete with these golden Dragons.

As the Aura of the higher-ranking Dragons drew closer, the purple Dragon's Aura became increasingly subdued.

The Yao Race values Bloodline; a higher Bloodline naturally has an advantage over a lower Bloodline. In front of the golden Dragons, this purple Dragon couldn't even raise its head.

It could only wisely stand aside, not daring to speak.

The child on the carriage looked leisurely, cheering and waving his hands in a childish voice, shouting, "Xiao Fan, I've come to see you."

Xiao Fan turned his head, looking at the child on the carriage with a smile.

"Nineteenth Uncle, why are you here?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. What did he just call him? Nineteenth Uncle?

This newcomer was indeed someone from the Xiao Family.

And this carriage was precisely the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon carriage that Xiao Fan's father had withheld from him.

The child arrived in an instant, leaping up, his 1.2-meter-tall body landing precisely on Xiao Fan's right shoulder.

His childish voice carried a hint of complaint: "You said you'd make time to come back and play with me after entering the Holy Land, but I didn't hear anything from you."

"Didn't I just prepare to go home? Some things delayed me a bit."

Everyone was surprised that these two were actually uncle and nephew.

The purple Dragon's scalp tingled even more; it seemed this guy was not just a simple Taixuan Holy Son.

"By the way, why are so many of you gathered here?" Nineteenth Uncle asked.

"I was bullied by this loach. Nineteenth Uncle, please help me deal with him," Xiao Fan said, pointing at the purple Dragon.

The smile on the child's face receded, replaced by an angry expression, which looked so amusing. However, upon seeing the purple Dragon, his anger dissipated quite a bit.

"He looks really strong, I can't beat him, why don't we just let it go?" he said timidly.

"If you can't beat him yourself, call for help! Didn't I teach you? Why fight one-on-one when you can gang up?"

"Oh, okay, I'll listen to you." Nineteenth Uncle nodded.

"You all, kill him." He said to the nine Dragons, in a plain and unremarkable tone.

At his command, the nine golden Dragons let out a Dragon roar that echoed through the sky.

The purple Dragon wanted to escape, but the pressure of the Bloodline and the oppressive Aura made its movements sluggish.

It wanted to beg for mercy, but a mixed-breed Dragon was not worthy of having lines.

With just one claw, the purple Dragon was split into two. Then, the nine Dragons returned, as if nothing had happened, continuing to pull the carriage.

They looked like a group of docile little Dragons.

If only, they hadn't just killed the purple Dragon with one claw.

Silence!

You could hear a pin drop.

They had thought the purple Dragon was invincible, but unexpectedly, a small child appeared out of nowhere and commanded the Dragons to take him away with a single claw.

They hadn't expected that the purple Dragon, who had been so powerful just moments ago, couldn't even resist and died with a single strike.

The forces present looked at Xiao Fan with increasing awe.

This Saint is becoming more and more unfathomable.