175: Chapter 175 The Disaster of the Three Great Families of Cangjiang County

The plaque on the gate of the Wei Family finally collapsed, slamming onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Junior, whatever tricks you have left, use them all!" Clan Leader Cang Lan writhed his severed dragon body, glaring angrily at Ancestor Wei Xinghe, who was hugging Wei Changyao's body alone below. Those two damned humans had actually dared to sever his dragon body.

"Roar! Today, this King will surely make your Wei Family suffer the destruction of your home and the death of your kin!"

Clan Leader Cang Lan extended his front claw, reaching toward Ancestor Wei Xinghe's head, attempting to crush it with a single strike.

Just at this critical juncture, when the dragon claw was about to grab Ancestor Wei Xinghe, Wei Changyao, who had been lying motionless in Ancestor Wei Xinghe's arms, suddenly opened his eyes. He pointed his fingers like a sword, striking at Clan Leader Cang Lan's forehead.

A crisp sound of a sword chime echoed through the sky, immediately followed by Clan Leader Cang Lan's painful wail.

"Ah! My head!"

"Quick, take this chance to kill this old Black Dragon!" Wei Changyao's weak voice reached Ancestor Wei Xinghe's ears. After saying this, Wei Changyao collapsed back to the ground, unconscious.

"Clan Leader Cang Lan, return my father's life! Crimson Flame Heart-Locking Sword!"

Ancestor Wei Xinghe could not afford to grieve. He unfolded his Kings Domain, quickly approached Clan Leader Cang Lan as he rolled in the sky, and pulled him in. Immediately, he compressed his Kings Domain to the extreme to avoid being broken through by Clan Leader Cang Lan.

The great sword burning with crimson flames precisely pierced Clan Leader Cang Lan's heart. Clan Leader Cang Lan, who already had half his body severed, was once again severely wounded by Wei Changyao's desperate counterattack before his death—the Star-Pointing Finger strike to his head—making his body totter.

Coupled with the deadly great sword Ancestor Wei Xinghe had plunged into his heart, he could not even manage to shapeshift anymore.

"Roar! This King is in agony! Damned humans, I want you all to die!"

Like a headless fly, Clan Leader Cang Lan rolled around wildly within Ancestor Wei Xinghe's Kings Domain. No matter how he rammed, he had no way to break Ancestor Wei Xinghe's control and leave this gloomy place.

Having been severely wounded several times, Clan Leader Cang Lan was injured far too heavily. His combat power was now less than one-tenth of his prime, and he was merely clinging to life by relying on the formidable physique of a Yao Beast.

"Hmph, junior, you think you can kill this King? Dream on!"

Clan Leader Cang Lan's half-dragon body turned into a phantom, disappearing from Ancestor Wei Xinghe's Kings Domain within a few breaths. When he reappeared, he was already dozens of miles away from Ancestor Wei Xinghe. The great sword that had been stuck in his heart had also vanished; it was unknown whether he had pulled it out or swallowed it into his stomach.

"He still does not die, even after this? Could it be that Heaven truly wants to destroy our Wei Family?"

An Elder of the Wei Family saw Clan Leader Cang Lan break free from the Old Ancestor's control. His half-dragon body hovered in the air, his eyes blood-red, still glaring menacingly at the Wei Family's Wutong Mountain. He could not help but cry out in sorrow.

The vitality of a Late Stage Grade 5 Flood Dragon was truly too tenacious. Even after having half its body severed and suffering consecutive heavy wounds, it still had the strength to fight.

It fought back and forth with Ancestor Wei Xinghe using only its Physical Body, not falling into a disadvantage in the slightest.

Receiving Clan Leader Cang Lan's order, the five Tier 4 Flood Dragons attempted to shake off the entanglement of the Wei Family's Martial Ancestor Martial Artists and rushed toward Wei Changyao's body to test whether he was truly dead.

Clan Leader Cang Lan was truly terrified by the sneak attack; if he were ambushed by Wei Changyao one more time, he could not guarantee whether he would survive.

He was currently barely supporting his remnant body to fight Ancestor Wei Xinghe for two reasons: firstly, he could not bear to abandon his descendants below. The Black Dragon Clan was not easy to propagate, and every Black Dragon was the foundation of the Family. Secondly, this beast tide was initiated by the Black Dragon Clan, and there was still one day left before the agreed three-day beast tide period. Clan Leader Cang Lan absolutely could not abandon the other four clans and leave first.

Otherwise, the price would be one that the Black Dragon Clan could not afford.

How could the Elders of the Wei Family watch idly as their Old Ancestor's corpse was desecrated by Yao Beasts? The battle became even more intense, reaching a white-hot stage. It was no longer rare for Martial Ancestor Martial Artists and Tier 4 Yao Beasts to be severely wounded or even die.

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Wang Family territory, Qingsong Ridge.

Cang Xing looked with disgust at the pot-bellied middle-aged man opposite him. Not only was his face greasy, but the strange smell on his body was also nauseating.

"Old Man Wang, you just watch as your clansmen below are killed. Do you not feel any heartache?" Cang Xing took a sip of the 500-year-old ginseng tea provided by the Wang Family and spoke lightly.

"Cang Xing, are you not also standing in the clouds, watching the Tier 4 Yao Beasts just die like this at my Wang Family's Qingsong Ridge?" Patriarch Wang Lingyun responded with a chuckle.

"I am different from you. As long as I can kill a few more of your Wang Family's brats, I do not care how many of the saury and little yellow croaker clans below die." Cang Xing spoke without pain, as it was not the little Black Dragons dying anyway.

"Fighting for the Family, sacrificing is their fate," Patriarch Wang Lingyun said indifferently, though he could not hide the trace of worry and sorrow in the depths of his eyes.

For these two days, the two of them had been sitting on a hilltop on Qingsong Ridge, brewing tea and chatting about pointless gossip while watching the Wang Family clansmen and the Saury Clan and Little Yellow Croaker Clan fight to the death below, as if all of this had nothing to do with them.

Of course, Cang Xing not fighting Patriarch Wang Lingyun was not due to a sudden pang of conscience, but because Patriarch Wang Lingyun had paid three Low Grade Grade 5 treasures to reach a deal.

The most important thing was not these three Low Grade Grade 5 treasures, but that this old guy, Patriarch Wang Lingyun, had actually had a stroke of good fortune after receiving the supplementation of Grade 5 Flood Dragon flesh and blood last time, breaking through to become a Four-Star Martial King.

Cang Xing, an Early Stage Grade 5 Black Dragon, did not have much confidence in defeating Patriarch Wang Lingyun and was afraid of being severely wounded, which would affect the great beast tide in five years.

Thus, this bizarre scene appeared: two Grade 5 big shots chatting and laughing above, while the juniors fought to the death below.

In order to be able to report back, Cang Xing demanded that the Wang Family must dispatch twenty Martial Ancestors and one thousand Martial Masters to participate in the meat-grinder battle that would last for three days.

As for how many could survive in the end, it would depend on the fortune of the three parties.

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Golden blood overflowed from the corner of Ancestor Ye Rongming's mouth, and his right hand behind his back trembled slightly. Two days and two nights of fighting had consumed almost 70% of his internal Spirit Origin. If this continued, he estimated he could only hold on for another half a day at most.

Ancestor Ye Rongming also benefited from the nourishment of the Grade 5 Flood Dragon flesh and blood he had obtained last time, allowing his Body Refining Realm to enter the Middle Stage of Grade 5. Otherwise, even with the blessing of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, he really might not have been able to withstand Cang Yun's attacks in a flesh-and-blood brawl.

"Old Ghost Ye, stop pretending. That punch just now probably did not feel good, right?" Cang Yun seized the opportunity and used another innate Divine Ability of the Flood Dragon Clan—Dragon Origin Wave. Gathering 70% of his body's power, he traded punches with Ancestor Ye Rongming, directly knocking him back hundreds of meters before he could stabilize his figure.

"Cang Yun, do not get smug either. The Dragon Origin in your body is almost consumed, right? How many more attacks like that can you launch?" The two of them had been trading blow-for-blow for these past two days; their exteriors were already tattered, with no less than a hundred bumps and dents each.

The two Grade 5 big shots could not take the other down for a while. Not long after they stopped, they began the next wave of confrontation.

Cang Yun was also a bit anxious at this time; there was only one day left until the three-day deadline agreed upon by his father. If his big brother broke through the Wang Family on his side while he had nothing to show for it on his side, what would his father think of him? Thus, he frequently used his innate Divine Ability, increasing the intensity of his strikes against Ancestor Ye Rongming, causing his already scarce Dragon Origin to be consumed even faster.

The sounds of slaughter around Luomu Mountain had not stopped for these two days. Fortunately, there were two Fourth-Rank Talisman Masters continuously providing Tier 4 Talismans, which barely held up the final protective barrier, though it was flickering with a faint light, uncertain and dim, as if it would shatter at any moment.