"Holy shit?!"
"Am I seeing things? The three elders are actually this powerful, capable of defeating even the Dragon Generals?"
"The three elders are mighty!"
"From now on, who dares say our human race lacks supreme experts?"
Excited cheers erupted across Black Island, as the great figures clenched their fists in exhilaration.
The three old men descended from the sky, only to be immediately surrounded by congratulatory crowds. Yet, they showed no arrogance, remaining humble as they strode straight toward Yi Feng.
Led by Crab Emperor, the trio clasped their fists in unison.
"After exhausting all our strength, we have finally lived up to your expectations, sir!"
Yi Feng nodded, offering polite praise.
"You're too modest. I never expected you to be this formidable!"
His words spread like wildfire.
Not only did the three elders beam with pride, but even Sa Donglai and the others gathered around couldn't hide their envy. It was as if Yi Feng's approval outweighed all other accolades.
Crab Emperor waved his claws dismissively, though his grin betrayed his excitement.
"Not at all, not at all! You flatter us, sir!"
"If the Sky Dragon Merfolk hadn’t underestimated us, Brother Xun wouldn’t have landed that decisive strike and shattered their morale. This victory was pure luck, sheer luck..."
Watching the trio bask in their triumph, Sa Donglai and the others grew even more envious.
Originally, after sobering up and hearing of the battle, they had been terrified, ashamed of their inability to assist Yi Feng. Yet out of nowhere, these three old men had appeared—far stronger than anyone expected—and instantly usurped their roles as Yi Feng’s closest followers.
What was even more outrageous was how cunning these three were.
Even the fearsome Four Dragon Generals of the Sky Dragon Merfolk had become stepping stones for them to curry favor with Yi Feng!
If this continued…
Would there even be room left for anyone else by Yi Feng’s side?
These three old foxes were just too damn ruthless!
Even the sly Xu Baichuan had to admit defeat, while Luo Pengfei could only mutter sourly under his breath.
"The three elders are indeed impressive, but winning through ambush isn’t exactly honorable. If word spreads, it won’t reflect well..."
His bitter remark was instantly met with backlash.
"Brother, you’re mistaken! This was a righteous battle—how can you call it an ambush?"
"Exactly! This was a life-or-death struggle. There’s no room for notions of honor—this is the art of war!"
"The three elders displayed both wisdom and courage, setting an example for all cultivators!"
With the trio now revered across the island, no one dared voice further criticism. The brief dispute was drowned out by the joy of victory.
Yet amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Yi Feng grew calmer, his face showing little delight.
This was supposed to be a grand battle.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the enemy had fled. How anticlimactic!
The three old men had stolen the spotlight—who was left for him to fight?
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Yi Feng fixed his gaze on the trio and spoke.
"Regardless of how it happened, a win is a win."
"But those fishmen fled too easily. Something’s off. Why didn’t the Dragon Emperor show up?"
His question snapped everyone back to reality, filling them with awe.
While they were still lost in celebration, Yi Feng was already focused on the greater threat ahead.
This was the difference in vision and composure.
Unshaken by formidable foes, unswayed by fleeting triumph—Yi Feng’s demeanor left them in silent admiration.
If the others were impressed, the three elders were downright stunned.
Yi Feng was suspicious…
Fortunately, Crab Emperor was prepared.
He stepped forward smoothly, clasping his fists with practiced ease.
"Your insight is unparalleled, sir."
"Our victory was sheer luck. We didn’t expect them to retreat so quickly."
"However, the Sky Dragon Merfolk left a warning—they vowed the Dragon Emperor Ao Budong would come personally. It won’t be long before they return, and next time, they won’t underestimate us."
"We gave our all, but we only bought a temporary reprieve. The final battle… will rest in your hands, sir."
His grave words silenced the crowd, tension thickening the air.
Yi Feng nodded in understanding, his eyes alight with battlelust.
"The Dragon Emperor himself will come…"
"Good. The next battle is mine."
His declaration drew respectful salutes from all present.
Though Black Island had tasted victory, the shadow of the Dragon Emperor’s terror loomed large, filling the great figures with unease.
The final battle was imminent!
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Thousands of miles away…
The sea surged with hundred-foot waves!
The tides twisted as if manipulated by an invisible force, coiling like a tornado. At its center, golden light erupted—a resplendent chariot, pulled by seahorses, emerged from the depths!
The chariot was adorned with countless rare treasures, dazzling under the sun’s glare.
Atop it sat a throne of unimaginable opulence—carved from golden celestial jade, entwined with lifelike dragon motifs, exuding an aura of supreme majesty.
Only one being had the right to sit upon this throne: the Dragon Emperor Ao Budong.
As the sovereign of the Sky Dragon Merfolk, he alone commanded the Nine-Dragon Throne. Now, riding forth to war, his mere presence radiated terrifying might.
His face, stern with innate authority, burned with the fury of a ruler scorned. The fire in his bloodshot eyes could not be quenched, even with the blood of millions from the Seventy-Two Islands.
Staring toward Black Island’s distant horizon, his hatred deepened.
Just as he gripped the golden reins, ready to charge—
Suddenly!
The calm sky darkened as countless figures swarmed like locusts, blotting out the sun. They surged forward like a tidal wave, driven by some unseen force.
Where had this army come from?
Ao Budong’s eyes narrowed in confusion.
A closer look revealed they were his own people.
A flicker of pride crossed his face.
"To conquer the Seventy-Two Islands so swiftly… truly worthy of my Sky Dragon Merfolk—"
His praise died halfway as his eyes bulged in shock.
The approaching figures weren’t marching in triumph—they were fleeing in panic!
Some had discarded their armor, others stumbled in their haste. This wasn’t a victorious army—it was a routed rabble!
Ao Budong’s brows furrowed in disbelief.
A few seconds later, his pupils contracted.
Only three of the Four Dragon Generals remained, their faces pale with terror, blood staining their lips. Even they were injured?!
Even more unthinkable—
The once-mighty Dragon Generals were now sprinting for their lives, their eyes wide with fear!
Could it be…?
Had his four generals and their army of thousands been defeated… by mere humans of the Eastern Sea?
A dreadful premonition struck. Ao Budong could no longer remain seated.
He rose abruptly, bellowing in rage.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
The fleeing horde froze. The three Dragon Generals scrambled forward, prostrating themselves in panic.
"Y-Your Majesty!"
"Disaster has struck! We were defeated by the Eastern Sea cultivators! Ao Bei was sent flying—his fate remains unknown!"
Ao Budong’s fury erupted. He slammed his palm onto the chariot’s rail.
CRACK!
"This is an outrage! A disgrace beyond measure!"
"How could mere humans possibly defeat the four of you?! Who dares to aid those lowly creatures—such audacity! This Emperor shall personally go and meet this fool!"
The furious roar shook the sea, yet the three dragon generals exchanged uneasy glances.
Kneeling mid-air before the imperial carriage, their voices trembled.
"Y-Your Majesty!"
"It... it was the Sturgeon Dragon Emperor who aided those humans!"
The moment the words fell,
Ao Budong's enraged expression froze, his eyes bulging like copper bells!
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