sonovelo Chapter 621: What Does It Have to Do With Me?
Chapter 621: What Does It Have to Do With Me?
Chapter 621: What Does It Have to Do With Me?
Yu Tuoluo left peacefully.
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From a certain perspective, the Little Golden Dragon was a very reliable friend.
When Chu Liang instructed it to deal with the seventh-realm fish demon that suddenly appeared, it focused all its efforts on the task.
The fish demon fled into the waterways, and the Little Golden Dragon became even more eager.
Isn't this the perfect terrain for us dragons to show our might?
Compared to the sky and land, the underwater environment was indeed where the dragons could better showcase their combat prowess.
In truth, the environment didn't make the dragon stronger. It was really because most cultivators or demons would be greatly weakened underwater.
With this imbalance, water combat became the dragon race's specialty.
But the Little Golden Dragon simply forgot, for a moment, that its opponent was a fish.
As soon as it entered the waterway, the fish demon's speed multiplied several times, moving as swiftly as a bolt of lightning under the surface.
The Little Golden Dragon followed closely, but when it emerged from the waterway, the enemy had already vanished from its sight.
Boom—
The Golden Dragon burst out of the water, realizing it had arrived at an unremarkable river in the capital of Yu. It was already nighttime, and the riverside was sparsely populated, preventing a major commotion.
Just as the Little Golden Dragon was about to return the way it came to find Chu Liang, a figure suddenly caught its attention.
Beneath the drooping willows by the river stood an elderly man dressed in coarse hemp clothing. His hair and beard were completely white, making his age hard to determine.
However, he appeared full of vitality and in good spirits.
He stood there, smiling as he looked at the Little Golden Dragon.
For some reason, the Little Golden Dragon suddenly sensed a powerful and dangerous aura from this inconspicuous old man—an innate sense of crisis unique to the dragon race.
Not good.
It turned around, intending to flee.
But at that moment, the old man spoke. His voice was gentle: "Are you the descendant of the Golden Dragon that has suppressed the dynasty's fate for several thousands of years?"
"You must have mistaken me for another dragon," the Little Golden Dragon replied perfunctorily before turning to dive into the water.
Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand lightly, and the Little Golden Dragon suddenly shrank to the size of a child, falling to the ground. Its current appearance was exactly the same as when Chu Liang first saw it.
"Ouch." The Little Golden Dragon fell to the ground with a wail, stood up, and rubbed its rear. It tried to return to its dragon form but found itself unable to take flight again.
It was then forced to look at the old man. "What do you want?"
"I simply wish to have a good talk with you," the old man said slowly. "The imperial family of this Yu Dynasty seized the teachings of Dao left behind by the previous Golden Dragon. That was rightfully yours. Don't you want to take it back?"
"Of course I do," the Little Golden Dragon replied.
"I can help you reclaim the Great Dao of Cloud Dominion, allowing you to once again become a mighty eighth-realm True Dragon and dominate the land of the nine provinces," the old man said with an enticing tone.
"Hmm?" The Little Golden Dragon raised its head, its golden irises flickering like flames. A faint veil seemed to obscure its eyes as it responded slowly, "You can help me reclaim the teachings of Dao?"
At the critical moment, the fireball was instantly dispersed by the wind, revealing Mingde's figure. He grabbed the Little Golden Dragon and, with a single motion, pressed it into the waterway, sending towering waves into the sky.
Before the water splashed down, he was already in front of the Celestial Master.
"This meticulous scheme... it's your handiwork again," Mingde said, his voice sounding deeper as he stared at the old man before him. "After all these years, you still cling to your treacherous ambitions."
"Heh, long time no see," the old man chuckled, his eyes suddenly glowing with a radiant white light.
A faint ripple seemed to spread outward.
At that moment, all the residents of the capital of Yu felt a wave of dizziness, as though a dream realm had suddenly descended upon them.
"You've grown much stronger, strong enough to possibly kill me," he continued speaking to Mingde. "But you still can't do it."
Mingde frowned as he gazed at him, the divine fire surging in the sky like an apocalypse.
For an eighth-realm expert, cities and mortals were far too fragile.
If he were to unleash heavenly fire, he could easily destroy the entire capital of Yu. But the old man before him had the same ability—once his Song of Chaos began, every citizen in the city would march to their deaths for him.
If a battle between eighth-realm cultivators were to begin, regardless of who won or lost, the common people would inevitably face catastrophe.
Eighty years ago, Mingde might have attacked his enemy without hesitation, but now he held back.
He was now the Imperial Guardian and could no longer act recklessly.
"Very good, you've grown," the Celestial Master said with a smile as he prepared to take off into the sky with Yu Tuoluo.
Just then, a sharp whistling sound echoed, like a blade slicing rapidly through the air.
In the blink of an eye, a figure with fiery wings descended like a divine phoenix, crashing down before them with a thunderous impact!
Before Yu Tuoluo could comprehend what had happened, the figure stomped him to the ground, pinning him underfoot!
Boom—
As the figure landed, the Celestial Master intended to act, but Mingde's piercing glare forced him to stand down. He sensed that any action against this person would immediately provoke Mingde's unrelenting assault.
At that point, even the lives of the city's citizens would no longer be leverage against him.
The Celestial Master immediately deduced who this person was.
Whoosh.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Di Nufeng's figure emerged. She planted her foot firmly on Yu Tuoluo's chest, causing him immense pain, while raising her eyes to the nearby Celestial Master. "So, you two are the ones trying to kill my disciple?"
"Chu Liang?" the Celestial Master replied calmly. "I always felt that he was somewhat threatening, so I wanted to end his destiny and fate. But it seems I've failed."
Hearing Yu Tuoluo's agonized screams as the Samadhi True Fire scorched him, he continued, "So I hope you'll release my follower as well. Your father knew that our destinies are now tied to the lives of every citizen in this city."
"Heh." Di Nufeng suddenly chuckled, then raised her right foot high into the air.
Just as Yu Tuoluo thought Di Nufeng was about to let him go and attempted to escape, her foot, imbued with divine fire, came crashing down again! He could only let out a final scream: "Ah—"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The impact triggered a tornado of flames, rising from her foot and spreading for dozens of zhang. At the center of the fiery whirlwind, Yu Tuoluo was utterly defenseless as her stomp pierced through his chest, and Yu Tuoluo was consumed by the divine fire.
After finishing him off, Di Nufeng turned to the Celestial Master and coldly spat out: "What does it have to do with me?"