"Kill," with Xu Zimei’s command, ten thousand dragons dived down, attacking Ancestor Aolong.
Ten thousand Divine Dragons approached with overwhelming dragon majesty.
The dragon’s roar echoed through heaven and earth, deafening, rising and falling intermittently.
Even within a radius of several hundred miles, the grand dragon majesty and the continuous dragon chants could still be felt.
"How could this be," Ancestor Aolong looked up, speaking in shock.
The Dragon Clan had long been exterminated, a consensus on the Yuan Central Continent.
Other than the battle with the Heavenly Curtain War God, the remaining dragons in the world had probably become extinct.
Only occasionally one or two would be hanging on desperately.
The Ancient Dragon Dynasty was one of the forces most deeply connected to the Dragon Clan.
Despite Ancestor Aolong’s immense strength, he was overwhelmed numerically.
As countless Divine Dragons charged with unstoppable momentum, Ancestor Aolong’s figure was submerged among them.
The serpentine dragon bodies intertwined.
Instantly, thunder roared, and dark clouds gathered, flames intertwined with frost, and a cyan light shot into the sky.
Ancestor Aolong managed only to hold on for a moment before the scales on his body were torn apart.
A horrific scream arose, so pitiful that it touched the listener.
In a flash, he was besieged by ten thousand dragons, with biting, clawing, and various elemental attacks continuously assailing him.
The scales on his body fell off, revealing raw, crimson flesh.
"Xu," Ancestor Aolong bellowed, "if you dare, fight me one-on-one, what kind of tactic is this?"
"Do you not realize how childish you sound?" Xu Zimei laughed.
"I’m afraid you don’t even qualify to duel with me, worry about yourself first."
"Release me, let’s call off our grudges, how about that?" Ancestor Aolong tried to struggle a few times but couldn’t break free, so he could only say that.
"No, no, no, I said I must kill you, promises must be kept," Xu Zimei shook his head and laughed.
The ten thousand dragons roared around him, each bite dripping with blood.
The cries of agony from Ancestor Aolong continued to emerge.
"Xu, I will not let you go, our Ancient Dragon Dynasty will tear you to pieces," Ancestor Aolong shouted with a tone tinged with hatred.
Xu Zimei did not reply, standing still, quietly watching.
Watching the scene of ten thousand dragons engulfing his figure.
Then with a wave of his hand, the rift in the Divine Continent opened again, countless Divine Dragons roared mightily as they returned to the Divine Continent.
Ancestor Aolong’s figure had long since vanished.
Shifting his gaze, Xu Zimei walked southward again.
Nine Suns Loose Man was the elder of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect.
In the Supreme Domain, he was also well known.
At this moment, he was battling the couple, Mad Blade and Sword Without Trace.
It seemed the couple had cultivated some kind of combined attack technique, and together, they were indeed on par with Nine Suns Loose Man.
"Mad Blade, we have no past grudges, why persist irrationally for a school that means nothing to you," Nine Suns Loose Man spoke.
"This was once my place of learning, how can it be irrelevant?" Mad Blade responded indifferently.
He held the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in one hand, his blade techniques were fierce, and his fighting style was famously reckless, brutal, and tricky.
"I didn’t say I would destroy the Heavenly Dao Academy, just that I’m taking a few things from Ruofa Hall and then I’ll immediately leave, how about that?" Nine Suns Loose Man asked.
"Shut up, you shameless old thief, today my husband and I will kill you here," Sword Without Trace coldly said.
"If that’s the case, then I won’t be polite anymore," Nine Suns Loose Man’s gaze darkened.
Around his body, nine blazing suns soared into the sky.
Turning into burning fireballs, they incinerated the void in their path, and even the air turned into trails of white vapor.
Nine Suns, it was once the border of heaven and earth, embodying the notion of infinity.
At dawn, he combed his hair by the Tang Valley and by dusk, he dried himself under the Nine Suns.
Only to hear Nine Suns Loose Man whisper low, "Nine Suns, where heaven and earth converge."
These nine suns shone down, their dense fiery light reflecting on his face.
The blazing flames roared to life.
"Be careful," Mad Blade looked at Sword Without Trace and warned.
Though they as a couple were strong, frankly speaking, they were still the younger generation.
Nine Suns Loose Man had once followed the Great Emperor of Pure Yang to vie for Destiny and had established the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, so he was not easily defeated.
As a tiger, engulfed in flames, leaped out from the first sun, its fierce face and the flames agitating around it were visible.
Upon closer inspection, that was no tiger, it was clearly the ferocious beast, Qiongqi.
Qiongqi, resembling a tiger in shape, sized like an ox.
It had a pair of wings on its back and feasted on humans.
Its forehead had pale golden dragon horns, and its mouth resembled that of a hawk or falcon, ranking it among the great ferocious beasts.
"Kill her," directed Nine Suns Loose Man, pointing at Sword Without Trace and commanding Qiongqi.
The next moment, Qiongqi roared and pounced directly towards Sword Without Trace.
The massive body, with extremely fierce momentum, burned with flames all around.
Mad Blade wanted to stop it but was blocked by Nine Suns Loose Man.
With a gloomy smile, he said, "Don’t worry, I have prepared something even better for you."
As his words fell, another beast roar echoed.
Between these hanging Nine Suns, a crack tore open in the void.
A crimson hoof first extended through the crack.
Following, an enormous presence arrived, as a bright red Kylin slowly walked out of the crack.
"Crimson Blood Kylin," exclaimed Mad Blade upon seeing the creature.
"Nine Suns, what do you want with me?" asked the Crimson Blood Kylin lazily as he walked out and looked at Nine Suns Loose Man.
"I want you to take care of someone," replied Nine Suns Loose Man.
"Not interested," the Crimson Blood Kylin shook his head slightly, ready to retreat back into the torn crack.
"A stalk of White Ghost Tuo Immortal," said Nine Suns Loose Man bluntly.
"Three stalks," the steps of the Crimson Blood Kylin halted suddenly.
"Two stalks," Nine Suns Loose Man said with some anguish.
White Ghost Tuo Immortal, a divine medicine for eternal life, famed for being indestructible and incorruptible through all calamities.
This was a collection of immortal medicine assembled by Nine Suns Loose Man over his lifetime.
And always coveted by the Crimson Blood Kylin.
If it weren’t for the dire situation, he would not have paid such a high price.
The Crimson Blood Kylin turned around, its dark pupils fixated on Mad Blade, and said rather teasingly, "This young man, is it?"
"Help me stop him, it would be best if you could kill him," Nine Suns Loose Man said indifferently.
Paying such a high price, naturally, he was not pleased inside.
He turned around and faced the Ruofa Hall.
All spells lead to one hall.
Legend has it that the Ruofa Hall of Heavenly Dao Academy has gathered all the immortal spells from the Yuan Central Continent.
Of course, this was just a legend, since few people had the privilege to enter the Ruofa Hall.
Nine Suns Loose Man walked step by step towards the entrance of the Ruofa Hall.
This hall, not particularly resplendent and even somewhat decrepit, stood there.