He first glanced at Bai Liying, then turned his expressionless gaze on the Poison Dragon River God.
"Old witch, are you satisfied now?"
The Poison Dragon River God's enchanting face showed a cold sneer.
"What of an oath? Even oaths can have loopholes!"
Beside them, Zhang Jian couldn't help but find the situation somewhat ludicrous, as if they were trying to prove beyond doubt that your father is indeed your father.
Yuhe Daoist and Xue Daoist exchanged a glance, but they didn't intend to let the Poison Dragon River God continue to pester, as Bai Shui Dragon Monarch Bai Nu was already on the verge of exploding.
Yuhe Daoist cleared his throat and said.
"Since the Fourth Princess swore on the Sheji Divine Law, it is presumably not a lie. Elder Dragon Monarch, are you only sending Brother Zhang and the Fourth Princess?"
Hearing this, the Poison Dragon River God glanced at Yuhe Daoist, then looked at the sullen-faced Bai Shui Dragon Monarch.
Her thoughts turned, and she abandoned the idea of continuing to haggle.
Having fought with Bai Shui Dragon Monarch several times, she had more or less figured out Bai Shui Dragon Monarch's nature. Although she could win, it would definitely come at a great cost.
The result of continuing to entangle with Bai Shui Dragon Monarch would be mutual destruction, which was not what she wanted.
She came with many snake offspring to seek revenge, not only to maintain the Poison Dragon Palace's dignity and order but also for practical benefits.
To reclaim the lost benefits.
This time, the loss of the Well Dragon King, a legitimate divine position they had painstakingly plotted, was significant for the Poison Dragon Palace.
If they could get compensated with Bai Shui for 800 li, they could use it as a foundation. After Bai Nu suffered the Divine Dao Tribulation, they could indeed take the opportunity to draw Bai Shui into the Poison Dragon Palace's fold.
At this moment, Bai Nu chuckled grimly and said, "Indeed, just the two of them, and two are already enough!"
"What a big mouth!"
The Poison Water Dragon God said coldly. She didn't wish to entangle with Bai Nu further and directly instructed the three young people by her side to step forward.
These three young people were two women and one man, each surrounded by a strong aura with distinctive qualities. The two girls had nimble temperaments, surrounded by orthodox magical spiritual mechanisms rather than pure demon qi.
They seemed to have proper inheritances.
The other young man appeared as a youth, surrounded by blazing demon qi, with a single horn on his forehead and sinister eyes.
Yuhe Daoist confirmed at this time: "Is the Palace Master preparing to send these three Daoist brothers into battle?"
The Poison Dragon Water God glanced at Yuhe Daoist but ignored him, saying directly,
"The three by my side are my Poison Dragon Palace's Third Crown Prince Huang You, and two other grandchildren, all direct descendants of the Poison Dragon Palace!"
"Huang You, you're up for the first match!"
She directly gestured for the horned young man to step forward.
Beside him, Yuhe Daoist looked somewhat awkward, knowing that intervening earlier had surely earned the Poison Dragon Water God's resentment.
Annoyed by the Poison Water Dragon God's rudeness, but given that she was a Yin Spirit Venerable, he really couldn't provoke her, so he just maintained a faint smile and stepped aside.
"Mother, it's enough for me to exert my strength alone!"
The man named Huang You appeared exceedingly handsome, but his pupils were icy cold vertical slits, marking him as a Snake Demon.
Slight divine power fluctuations emanated from him.
It seemed he held a divine position.
Seeing this, Bai Nu transmitted his voice to Zhang Jian's ear, speaking concisely:
"Be cautious, nephew. This is a thousand-year Snake Demon that has begun to transform into a Flood Dragon. With divine power, he likely has Magic from the Water Realm Gods' inheritance, making him a formidable opponent. His abilities might well surpass those of a typical cultivator at the peak of the Golden Liquid Stage. Do not underestimate him!"
The peak of the Golden Liquid Stage — that was on the verge of Core Formation!
Zhang Jian felt a peculiar sensation inwardly.
He seemed to have only faced intense challenges lately.
Simultaneously, he moved into the plaza ahead.
Wearing a Daoist robe, Xue Daoist stood before the two, merely making a slight gesture. With his departure from the field, the duel officially commenced.
"Youngling, you shouldn't have stepped into the arena. Once I make a move, don't expect any mercy?"
At this, Huang You smirked maliciously, and as his words fell, he was already making his move.
Vast demon power streamed through his eyes, which faintly glowed with a ghostly light, seemingly possessing a soul-capturing ability directed straight at Zhang Jian.
On the sidelines of the plaza, witnessing this, Bai Nu coldly snorted, mocking, "As expected, birds of a feather, disgraceful!"
The Poison Water Dragon God giggled at the comment, not directly facing Bai Nu. She smiled faintly, "Why so verbose? Despite being of demon race and exotic beast lineage, it seems you've completely forgotten our demon race's ways. But then again, how else did you end up schemed against by a human, trapped for a thousand years?"
Her every word aimed at Bai Nu's weaknesses, always striking where it hurt.
Bai Nu's eyes turned grim, his face darkened significantly, but his expression swiftly changed, as if clouds gave way to sunshine.
In the next moment, as the Soul Technique's invisible assaults lashed out, Zhang Jian's Three-Formed Sheji King Tripod emerged behind him.
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Jian, with keen Divine Thought, sensed Huang You's true body vanish. Surrounding him, tendrils of demon qi swirled about, moving like in a spiritual mechanism, instantly reaching him. The grand demon qi coalesced into a massive, interwoven black-gold serpent, spewing a jet of toxic black mist coiling towards him.
Upon seeing this, a slight smile appeared on Zhang Jian's face.
He wasn't afraid of this demon closing in for combat.
The closer, the better.
Boom!!
"Open!"
Almost instantaneously, a strand of Zhang Jian's intense Vast Righteous Qi burst into flames, its blaze swiftly tearing through the icy toxic mist's assault.