Volume 3 - Chapter 408: The Demon Ancestor's Domain, A Blood Feud of Ten Thousand Years (Part 2)
Su Zhenyuan’s gaze sharpened. Behind his Dharma Image, a radiant golden silhouette faintly emerged—it was like a Dharma Image of the Dharma Image itself, exuding a terrifying imperial might.
With the appearance of that golden phantom, the dark light shrouding the Mystic Moon was instantly repelled. The purple-robed man’s expression stiffened slightly. He glanced at Su Zhenyuan and then raised his hand slightly. Beside him, the golden light in the eyes of the burly man slowly faded.
Jiang Qiuyue was ready to unleash another surge from the Mystic Moon, but Su Zhenyuan sent her a sound transmission: “Let it go. There’s a Demon Emperor watching from behind the scenes. If we truly fight now, there’s no gain to be had.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiuyue’s eyes flashed with murderous intent but ultimately restrained herself.
The Mystic Moon faded. From the distant void, figures began stepping forth from the air—towering silhouettes like Dharma Images. They were the patriarchs and elders of various great clans, crossing the void to arrive.
Together with Jiang Qiuyue, Su Zhenyuan, and Lin Daogong, they faced the purple-robed man and his companions. Their combined might linked together, forming a solid celestial wall that fully suppressed the aura emanating from the black warship.
Seeing this, the purple-robed man frowned slightly, though he showed no fear. Calmly, he said, “Is it time we discussed business? Is the battlefield prepared?”
“Naturally.”
Su Zhenyuan replied coldly. Raising his hand, Jiang Qiuyue and Lin Daogong also extended theirs. Three surging forces intertwined in the air, slashing open a rift in the void. Time and space laws fluctuated within. Then came the sounds of chains and distant dragon roars.
The dragon’s cry was ancient, echoing from a distant past. The rattling chains clanged like a soul-grinding storm, resonating across the heavens.
One by one, dragon heads emerged from the rift—dragons wrapped in chains, more than a hundred in total!
Behind them, at the end of the chains, a landmass seeped in blood and death was slowly dragged into view.
The mountains and forests of that land were all stained crimson, exuding endless malevolent energy. The very earth reeked of black demon blood, casting a gray, icy gloom across the terrain.
“The Demon Ancestor’s Domain… Descendants of the Azure Dragon Clan!”
The expressions of the purple-robed man, his companions, and the twenty young demon elites aboard the black warship all changed at once.
They recognized those chained dragons—they were members of the Azure Dragon Clan, one of the major demon lineages in the Northern Regions!
And the land they dragged behind them was a site of legendary renown among demons. It was the former domain of a now-fallen Demon Emperor—a place where that Demon Ancestor had once sat in meditation and perished.
That very Demon Ancestor had engaged in a life-or-death battle with the Human Emperor of the Northern Region. After suffering a grievous defeat, he fled and ultimately perished in this place. The very domain before them was where he fell.
The demon race had sent numerous experts to reclaim it, igniting a war. But the domain vanished in the chaos. No one expected it to end up in human hands.
And now, if the domain contained the corpse of the Demon Ancestor… it was very likely already under human control.
“How dare you…”
The purple-robed man’s expression darkened, and his eyes grew cold. That Demon Ancestor had carved out vast territories for the demon race with his own hands, a hero of their people. Now, his sacred battlefield was being flaunted by the humans as a dueling ground. The insult was clear.
“Does this battlefield meet your standards?” Su Zhenyuan asked, his tone flat.
“Very good… it’s excellent.”
The purple-robed man clenched his fists, his four pupils blazing with rage.
With the emergence of the Demon Ancestor’s Domain, a tide of demonic aura swept across the heavens. Though it had been fifty thousand years since the Demon Ancestor’s death, the land still radiated a faint imperial might—enough to stir awe and dread.
“Children, upon this Demon Ancestor’s Domain—there is no surrender, only victory or death!”
The purple-robed man turned to the twenty demon elites behind him, voice like cold steel.
Their expressions turned solemn, and killing intent surged in their eyes.
“You arrived early. Our disciples are still in seclusion. The battle will begin tomorrow. For now, rest here. We will not host you.”
Su Zhenyuan waved them off without emotion.
“Do not wander,” Lin Daogong warned calmly. “Our Imperial Star is bound by strict laws. If anything happens, we will not take the blame.”
Jiang Qiuyue cast a final glance at the black warship before withdrawing her Dharma Image and returning to the Jiang Clan.
The purple-robed man and the others remained unfazed. A single day passed in the blink of an eye.
Once Su Zhenyuan and the various clan elders withdrew their Dharma Images, only the black warship remained suspended in the sky. But the arrogant aura it had radiated earlier had completely faded.
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