54: Protectors of the Way, the Eighteenth Patriarch

At this moment, the Saint Realm Clan Elders of the Golden Flood Dragon Clan were also filled with doubts and hesitation.

"That Destruction Divine Beam the boy used just now, why did it look like the legendary Double Pupils Divine Ability?"

One Clan Elder spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

"And that Chaos Power swirling around him is overbearing and domineering, ignoring all Laws. It's definitely not something an ordinary Physique could possess—this boy is likely a Chaos Body!"

Another Clan Elder added, his voice trembling slightly.

The Clan Elders discussed one after another, becoming more alarmed as they analyzed the situation. The anger from their Young Lord being killed unconsciously vanished, and their desire to act continued to drop.

The value of an ordinary Prodigy is completely different from that of a Chaos Body or a Double Pupils Body.

Killing an ordinary Prodigy might bring accountability from the Taiyi Holy Land, but with the Golden Flood Dragon Clan's foundation and the support of another Holy Land behind them, they might not necessarily be unable to bear it.

But if they killed a Chaos Body, the Taiyi Holy Land would absolutely never let it slide!

Even though the Golden Flood Dragons had already gained the support of another Holy Land, they still didn't dare to act rashly.

Distant water cannot quench a nearby thirst. If they really dared to kill this boy, the Golden Flood Dragon Clan would probably be razed to the ground by the supreme powerhouses of the Taiyi Holy Land that very night, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive!

They could still distinguish which was more important.

Only the Golden Flood Dragon Clan Chief, Ao Xiaoyun, was completely blinded by the grief and indignation of losing his beloved son, unable to see the situation before him.

"I don't care what Physique he has! The vengeance for my son's death is irreconcilable! This boy must die!"

Ao Xiaoyun snorted coldly and flew out, traversing the Void Realm.

Saint Might blazed as it crashed down upon the world!

The true form of a Golden Flood Dragon, tens of thousands of feet long, suddenly appeared. Its massive head hung in the sky, and its scaled claws covered the heavens as it looked down at Xu Jinhuan with endless killing intent and rage.

"Brat Xu, you killed my offspring. Blood must be paid with blood. Give me your life!"

The cold voice echoed through the universe, killing intent boiling in the flood dragon's eyes.

Evil Qi surged from its body, condensing into countless pitch-black tentacles that twisted and strangled toward Xu Jinhuan like demonic vines.

Simultaneously, a supreme and inviolable Saint Realm pressure crushed down, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking, carrying an unrivaled and terrifying Aura to completely crush Xu Jinhuan!

Unstoppable, invincible!

At this moment, Xu Jinhuan truly felt how terrifying the power of the Saint Realm was.

It was a level of life above the Divine Spirit Realm. With a simple movement, one could trigger the Laws of Heaven and Earth to annihilate a whole region!

Such a terrifying existence possessed power that could reach the heavens and penetrate the earth, enough to destroy stars!

But his expression remained calm, without the slightest concern for his own safety.

"Kid, do you know how powerful a Saint Realm Elder is now?"

An aged voice sounded in Xu Jinhuan's ear, clearly very satisfied with his calm performance.

"Yes, this Junior understands."

Xu Jinhuan nodded in response, his tone calm.

"It's good that you know. Cultivate diligently and strive to step into this Realm within fifty years."

The aged voice gradually faded.

The next moment, the Void Realm beside Ao Xiaoyun suddenly distorted, and a grey-robed figure stepped slowly out of the nothingness.

Beneath the grey robe was an ordinary old man with a hunched figure, looking unremarkable without any power fluctuations, as if he were just a common old man from the mountains.

But it was this inconspicuous figure that caused Ao Xiaoyun's face to change drastically, his whole body shaking with eyes full of unbelievable horror.

"What? Who are you?!"

The grey-robed figure gave Ao Xiaoyun no time to react, simply raising a finger and lightly tapping toward the tens of thousands of feet long Golden Flood Dragon.

This finger was simple and unadorned, without any divine light or phenomena, as if it were just a casual gesture.

But the moment the fingertip touched the flood dragon's true form, that Saint Realm flood dragon, which could dominate a whole province, actually cracked like porcelain, its massive body rapidly disintegrating.

In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of feet long Golden Flood Dragon turned into a cloud of ash and vanished between heaven and earth!

A Saint Realm powerhouse was wiped out by this light finger without even a trace of resistance, dying silently!

"Thank you, Grand Elder, for your intervention."

Xu Jinhuan bowed to the grey-robed figure to express his gratitude.

The grey-robed figure nodded slightly in response, and then the surrounding Void Realm distorted again as his figure merged into the nothingness, as if he had never appeared.

This grey-robed figure was, of course, Xu Jinhuan's Dao Protector.

As the number zero sequence of the Taiyi Holy Land and the person with the greatest talent in history, it was impossible for Xu Jinhuan not to have a Dao Protector.

Back when they first encountered the Divine Spirit Realm ambush, the grey-robed Grand Elder had wanted to intervene.

But he was stopped by Xu Jinhuan, who could feel that those in the Divine Spirit Realm were not strong and could be used to hone himself.

Now that he had encountered a Saint Realm flood dragon, the gap in Realms was too large, so he had no choice but to ask the other party to step in.

Outside the Void Realm, the remaining Golden Flood Dragon Clan Elders trembled, utterly horrified as they recalled the figure from just now.

They recognized the grey-robed old man.

"It... it's actually the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Taiyi Holy Land?!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor was a powerful existence who had broken through to the Great Saint Realm six thousand years ago. He was also a Prodigy who had once dominated an era, sweeping away countless opponents. Although he was ranked eighteenth, his status was lofty.

Most importantly, this man had a record of killing Great Saint powerhouses!

He alone was enough to suppress the entire Heavenly Demon Dao Province!

The Clan Elders never expected the Taiyi Holy Land to value Xu Jinhuan so much that they would have such a powerful existence serve as his Dao Protector.

"Run! Close the mountain gates immediately after returning and stop receiving guests. This Golden Great Age no longer has anything to do with us!"

One Clan Elder reacted immediately.

However, just as they were about to move, they were horrified to find that their bodies could not budge, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

"Eighteenth Ancestor, have mercy!"

They were all Saint Realm powerhouses with minds as quick as lightning. Being smart, they immediately guessed the identity of the person who had acted.

Who else could it be but the Eighteenth Ancestor, who had just killed their Clan Chief?

Five or six Golden Flood Dragons prostrated themselves on the ground, pleading for mercy, reaching the peak of humility.

"Little Loach, you have overstepped."

The Eighteenth Ancestor spoke, his eyes deep and his gaze indifferent and cold.

Under such a gaze, the Clan Elders' bodies trembled even more violently, their Golden Flood Dragon bodies turning somewhat pale, their eyes full of fear.

"Senior Eighteenth Ancestor, have mercy! We have realized our mistake!"

"The entire Golden Flood Dragon Clan is willing to serve the Taiyi Holy Land, to be your slaves and servants!"

They even directly abandoned the dignity of their entire race, volunteering to become livestock raised by the Taiyi Holy Land.

Because they knew that if they didn't, the entire Golden Flood Dragon race would become corpses!

This ordinary-looking old man before them could definitely do it!

"Acceptable."

Hearing this condition, the Eighteenth Ancestor nodded slowly.

Flood dragons are full of treasures; the Holy Land would essentially gain a continuous warehouse of demon materials.

Most importantly, he wouldn't have to act. Compared to the one-time deal of direct annihilation, this was much more cost-effective.

Instantly, the Golden Flood Dragon Clan Elders breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, they didn't have to die.

However, before they could be happy for long, the Eighteenth Ancestor threw out a suffocating question.

"Tell me, which power instructed you to provoke my Taiyi Holy Land?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the six Clan Elders instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over, panicked to the extreme.

This question was simply too lethal!

But at this point, they had to tell the truth.

"It's... it's Renyu Manor..."

One Clan Elder gritted his teeth, seemingly enduring intense pain as he forced out a name.

Before his voice could fade, his face was already bloodless, and his Golden Flood Dragon body exploded, leaving him a bloody mess.

Seeing this, the Eighteenth Ancestor frowned and tapped the air, removing all the malevolent power within the Clan Elder's body.

"Thank you, Lord Eighteenth Ancestor!"

Ignoring the other's gratitude, the Eighteenth Ancestor waved his hand again, and several streaks of light entered the Clan Elders' foreheads.

"Begone. Within twelve hours, I want to see all the Golden Flood Dragons at the Holy Land!"

"Yes!"

The Clan Elders hurriedly left, not daring to delay for a second.

On the spot, the Eighteenth Ancestor looked in the direction they fled, his brow still furrowed.

"Renyu Manor? This group of lunatics comes with ill intent..."

...After resolving the Golden Flood Dragon issue, Xu Jinhuan's group took the flying boat back to the Holy Land.

On the way, a figure stealthily sneaked into the largest room.

"Hm, Senior Sister Qingyao, why are you here?"

Xu Jinhuan was somewhat surprised.

What surprised him even more was Fang Qingyao's next move.

"Why are you taking off your clothes directly..."

"Revered Master, Qingyao was really scared just now, so afraid I'd never see you again..."

Fang Qingyao gave an irrelevant answer, her beautiful eyes filled with tears as if she were about to cry.

"Revered Master, I want to become stronger."

Xu Jinhuan was completely unable to figure out her thoughts.

But not being able to figure it out didn't matter.

He had plenty of strength and means.

Become stronger?

He just happened to have a top-tier Dual Cultivation Technique.

Heavenly Dragon Primal Spirit Body Tempering Art, activate!

..."Revered Master, don't... it'll get on the mirror..."

"It's fine, it's okay."

The mirror got dirty... In another room on the flying boat.

Liu Changxi wanted to Cultivate, but a mysterious fluctuation prevented her from calming her mind.

"Why does the flying boat feel particularly bumpy on the way back?"

The flying boat landed on Eastern Emperor Mountain, and Xu Jinhuan slowly walked out with Liu Changxi and Su Zihan.

Not seeing Fang Qingyao, Liu Changxi was a bit curious and asked.

"Young Master, have you seen Junior Sister Fang? I don't think I've seen her at all on the way back."

To this, Xu Jinhuan smiled slightly and spoke vaguely.

"Senior Sister Qingyao seems to have been stimulated. These past few days, she's been studying and practicing hard, putting effort into her cultivation. She might have lost track of time."

Of course, he wasn't lying; Fang Qingyao was indeed cultivating hard.

But what she was practicing was the Heavenly Dragon Primal Spirit Body Tempering Art.

Under Xu Jinhuan's forging, Fang Qingyao's Physical Body strength had improved by leaps and bounds, now comparable to a Life and Death Realm Cultivator.

Her cultivation level had also progressed rapidly, reaching the ninth level of the Divine Palace Realm, keeping pace with Xu Jinhuan.

The only thing was that the aftereffects were a bit large; even after two days, her consciousness was still blurred.

"Having a mirror is indeed different. I must try it with Revered Master as well!"

Recalling the situation at that time, Xu Jinhuan secretly made up his mind.

But thinking of his Revered Master, he felt a bit apprehensive.

"Speaking of which, how should I explain this to Revered Master?"

For a moment, Xu Jinhuan felt extremely guilty and was somewhat afraid to get off the boat.

Before he could come up with a countermeasure, a certain person's cold and abstinent voice rang in his ear.

"Disciple, come here."

Although as cold as ever, Xu Jinhuan still heard a hint of displeasure in it.

"As expected of Revered Master, whose origins are a mystery. I can't hide anything from her."

"Forget it, if I die, I die. I'm going for it!"

Still the same saying, Xu Jinhuan had plenty of strength and means.

What to do when a woman is jealous?

Then let her have her fill!