Zhang Chen watched the transforming Zhang Shicheng and sighed, "That Dugu Qiu has such skills. Although he couldn't kill Zhang Shicheng to rid the Great Victory Dynasty of such a scourge, he did break his great momentum, causing him to fall directly from the rank he could have evolved to the twelfth tier to the eleventh tier. However, if Zhang Shicheng can complete his transformation quickly and seize the twelfth-tier mysterious Celestial Punishment Spear, then, even with his eleventh-tier cultivation, he can still be invincible in the world, suppressing the Great Victory Dynasty and matching wits with them."
He felt somewhat regretful about the Dragon Pearl, as if Zhang Shicheng could transform into a twelfth-tier True Dragon, its Dragon Pearl would be immensely valuable.
Alas, the Great Victory Dynasty is filled with masters and won't give Zhang Shicheng the chance.
A twelfth-tier Zhang Shicheng and an eleventh-tier Zhang Shicheng are two completely different concepts.
Facing a twelfth-tier Zhang Shicheng, even if the Great Victory Dynasty has three twelfth-tier mysteries, they will fall to disadvantage, whereas against an eleventh-tier Zhang Shicheng, as long as the Great Victory Dynasty has a master wielding twelfth-tier mysteries, they can still compete.
"Zhang Shicheng, in order to transform from a Walking Flood Dragon to a True Dragon, disregarded the lives of the Northern Land inhabitants, causing countless beings to be implicated, turning into white bones. This action harmed the harmony of heaven, and his calamity today is also the result of the counterattack of the fate of beings," Xie Xuan calmly spoke beside him.
Zhang Chen sneered at Xie Xuan's sayings about 'fortune' and 'calamity'. Xie Xuan saw Zhang Chen's expression and, knowing Zhang Chen's disdain, continued to explain, "I know you don't believe in sayings of fate, but the cause and effect, once I explain, you'll understand. Previously, the Northern Land experienced a severe drought, countless people were displaced and suffering, and countless beings perished in droughts and floods, their grievances merged into the Dragon Vein, weakening its power, reducing Prince Pingbian's Mansion's fate. As the fate declines, Zhang Shicheng's merging with the Dragon Vein naturally suffers a backlash."
Upon hearing, Zhang Chen found reason in the words, then asked curiously, "Since Dugu Qiu acted, why didn't we see the ninth-tier deities of Yellow Heaven Dao obstructing?"
Ninth-tier is equivalent to the Yang God, since Yellow Heaven Dao aligned with Prince Pingbian's Mansion, why didn't we see Yellow Heaven Dao acting to protect?
"It's useless!" Xie Xuan shook his head, "A ninth-tier wielding twelfth-tier mysteries is deadly to anyone who dares to intervene! Even if a ninth-tier deity steps in, they would end like the previously fallen deities without any difference."
Zhang Chen remained silent upon hearing, as Dugu Qiu wielding twelfth-tier mysteries is truly formidable, formidable to the point that even Zhang Chen couldn't face its brilliance directly.
"I'll prepare now, the rest is up to you, I'm waiting for your move." Xie Xuan advised Zhang Chen, then turned into a rainbow light and disappeared in the air, leaving Zhang Chen watching Zhang Shicheng's transformation.
Time passed little by little, three hours later, a dragon roar echoed earth-shatteringly, the Divine Dragon hovering above the lake opened its mouth towards the sky full of thunderclouds. Within just thirty breaths, the thousand-mile black clouds were devoured completely, revealing the scorching sunlight, with warm rays meanwhile returning once more to the land.
"Cloud eating and fog exhaling!" Zhang Chen observed the True Dragon in the sunlight, slowly uttering four words.
"Unfortunately, only three claws!" Zhang Chen's gaze fell on the Divine Dragon's claws, eyes showing a trace of regret.
If it could upgrade to the twelfth tier, it might reach the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon.
At this moment, Zhang Shicheng transformed into the thousand-foot-long Divine Dragon, roaming the sky, with a terrifying pressure spreading between heaven and earth, the entire Northern Land's clamor quieted, various forces halted their small actions, and secretly monitoring powerhouses withdrew.
The Divine Dragon exuded formidable presence, its golden scales bright, surrounded by lightning, resembling the revival of an Ancient God from legends. Especially with electric currents encircling the two dragon horns, it appeared even more majestic and domineering.
"Congratulations ancestor for succeeding in Dragon Transformation!" Prince Pingbian bowed to the ground, looking at the majestic Divine Dragon, trembling with excitement.
"Hold on, I'll find that insect from Northern Land and converse with you later." The Divine Dragon roared, its body surged towards the sky, seeking revenge on Dugu Qiu.
Zhang Chen watched the dragon ascending, a wicked smile appeared on his lips, "Raised for so long, it's time to harvest!"
At this moment, Zhang Chen's Golden Finger Interface flickered into sight:
[Target: Zhang Shicheng]
[Status: Eleventh-tier Divine Dragon]
[Yes\\No: Can use Soul Hook!]
Zhang Chen glanced at the Golden Finger Interface, then activated the Soul Hooking and Soul Stealing skill with a thought, and nearby lurking powerhouses witnessed an unbelievable scene: the formidable Divine Dragon ready to soar suddenly stiffened in the air, then plummeted like a meteor into the lake, creating splashes.
Meanwhile, a figure emerged swiftly from the lake, holding a blood-red long knife, and with unimaginable speed, stabbed towards the Divine Dragon's Reverse Scale.
What should have been the most solid scale belonging to the Divine Dragon faced the blood-red long knife as if it were made of paper. The blood-red knife easily tore open the target's defense, piercing directly into its body.
Then Xie Xuan sliced with his palm, the long knife tore the Reverse Scale, Dragon Blood poured like a deluge, splattering over Xie Xuan, whose flesh pulsated rapidly, skin vibrating, frantically absorbing the Divine Dragon's blood.
"Xie Xuan! How dare you!"
On the shore, Prince Pingbian was stunned by the unexpected turn of events, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His own ancestor had transformed into the Divine Dragon, becoming an Eleventh Tier existence, so how could he die so suddenly and inexplicably?
The death was too sudden! There was completely no forewarning!
"The Divine Dragon is dead, everyone hurry and divide the dragon's blood and flesh! If we consume a piece of the dragon's blood and flesh, our Martial Dao cultivation will surely reach new heights." At this time, Zhou Chuan, the number one Martial Dao expert of the Human Race, leapt out and ran across the lake surface towards the Divine Dragon.
If Zhang Shicheng were still alive, everyone would indeed retreat as far as possible, but now that Zhang Shicheng is dead, it is the best opportunity to feast on his blood.
Though they didn't know how the Inspection and Supervision Department managed to kill Zhang Shicheng, it did not prevent them from taking advantage of the situation.
Not only Zhou Chuan, but at this time, divine lights flickered in the void as Tier Nine Divine Spirits of the Yellow Heaven Dao appeared, along with various other Tier Eight Divine Spirits, bloodline powerhouses, and martial experts, all taking action.
Among the crowd, Chai Chuanxin slipped in stealthily and plunged into the water.
At this moment, regardless of allegiance, facing the creation from the fall of a Divine Dragon, no one could resist taking action.
Even the experts under Prince Pingbian, at this time, were no longer following orders, jumping into the water to absorb the blood the Divine Dragon scattered.
Pandemonium!
The scene descended into utter chaos! Strong individuals clashed intensely, creating massive waves, while some discreetly seized benefits amidst the confusion.
Standing on the shore, Prince Pingbian trembled with rage at the chaos, but faced with the Hundred Li Celestial Pool, he was powerless.
If on land, he had an army of millions, under the force of qi and numbers, all kinds of demons and monsters would naturally retreat, but with the water separating him from his army, it was utterly useless.
"What happened?" Prince Pingbian asked Mr. Wuliu beside him, "How did our ancestor suddenly die? Since when did the court possess such formidable means?"
Mr. Wuliu's eyes were also full of confusion, and facing Prince Pingbian's inquiries, he could only respond with a wry smile, "I do not understand."
He indeed didn't understand! Such a mighty Eleventh Tier expert, suddenly gone without warning, who could withstand such a shock?
The two looked at each other, a mix of puzzlement and defeat in their eyes. Mr. Wuliu composed himself and said to Prince Pingbian, "Our ancestor has suffered calamity. I fear the court will not relent easily. Next, our Northern Land will surely face the court's purge, and without our ancestor to hold fort, we cannot resist the court's divine artifact. My Prince, you must regain your composure and make decisions swiftly!"
Hearing Mr. Wuliu's words, Prince Pingbian stood atop the mountain, watching the battle below for a long time before saying, "Tell those demon race fellows that I agree to the previous terms. Open the White Bone Great Wall and allow the demon army to enter!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wuliu hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping, not knowing what to say.
"What do you want to say? Speak freely!" Prince Pingbian said.
"Once the demon race enters, we might not maintain control. Without top experts in command, we will only become subordinates to the demon race," Mr. Wuliu said.
"Inform the Yellow Heaven Dao that our Northern Land is willing to follow their guidance, and venerate the Yellow Heaven Dao as the state religion. Using their experts to balance the demon race's experts, our situation might not be so dire." Saying this, Prince Pingbian rather collected himself, a hint of carefree abandon on his face: "Things have come to this, we've lost the choice. We have no other option but to go all the way. Our Prince Pingbian's Mansion has strategized for centuries; today's outcome has long been anticipated. Success or failure hangs in the moment, why regret?"
"Our plans were always about leveraging small for big. If we succeed, our Northern Land will soar and possess the foundation to challenge the court, but if we fail, we must bear the consequences of failure." At this moment, Prince Pingbian was quite nonchalant: "We need to support Young Prince to become the Sect Leader of Yellow Heaven Dao. In the future, with Yellow Heaven Dao in our hands on our warpath, we might have a chance to rise again."
Prince Pingbian was not a mundane figure. Before taking action, he had already secretly planned a retreat.
Mr. Wuliu sighed softly: "Now that things have reached this point, there's nothing we can do! But allowing the demon race in cannot be overt, lest the Human Race criticizes us. Additionally, if those demon races come in, they will surely treat our people like livestock, slaughtering them at will. We cannot leave any evidence."