Kunlun City.
At this moment, Wang Zun had already gathered with his grandson Wang Hao.
Seeing that his grandfather was unharmed, Wang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, his heart tightened again.
Because Chen Feng suddenly appeared before everyone.
And he brought someone with him.
Su Yan.
After reaching the Martial Saint level, Chen Feng's travel time to and from Kunlun City had increased several times over.
In just a few minutes, he went from the Holy Capital to Kunlun City.
Chen Feng handed Su Yan over to Jin Youxi and said to Wang Zun,
"Please look after her for me for now."
Wang Zun nodded silently.
Based on the subsequent trial of the Ancient Clan, they now knew.
Wei Qianqiu's death was entirely Su Yan's doing.
As soon as the Holy Capital lost its signal, all the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan received word and returned.
It must have been the work of Su Yan's Devour Heaven Club subordinates.
Such behavior amounted to treason.
But given Su Yan's relationship with Chen Feng, Wang Zun found it hard to say anything.
After all, Chen Feng had saved his life.
And Chen Feng had given so much to the Great Xia Dynasty.
Sparing his own woman's life wasn't too much to ask.
When Chen Feng returned to the Holy Capital again,
the fifth divine thunderbolt of the heavenly tribulation just fell.
Roar!
A sky-shaking tiger's roar.
Revealed that Yin Hu was not in good shape at the moment.
His body was now torn and battered,
covered with claw marks from the flood dragon, along with the damage from the thunder tribulation.
Yin Hu was drenched in blood.
But his wounds were healing at an astonishing speed.
However, the flood dragon wouldn't give Yin Hu a chance to recover.
Because it knew very well.
Once Yin Hu successfully weathered the tribulation,
there would be no future for itself.
It might even die.
Yin Hu was already severely injured.
But the flood dragon still didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
Its own state was also rather miserable.
Many scales had fallen off its body.
Even the dragon horn on its head had been bitten off by Yin Hu during a desperate struggle for its life.
Yin Hu had nearly gotten the flood dragon killed in its jaws.
"Too bad we're not near the sea."
"Otherwise, I would have killed it long ago!"
The flood dragon felt somewhat helpless.
On land, its strength was less than half of what it was in the sea.
There were rivers around the Holy Capital.
But now, those rivers couldn't even cover Yin Hu's claws.
They were hardly useful.
At this moment, Yin Hu swallowed one of the flood dragon's dragon horns.
He felt quite pleased.
"Your old lady has now eaten a dragon."
"You've gotten a bit stronger since becoming a flood dragon."
"But if you think you can kill me just by being a flood dragon, you've got another thing coming."
The flood dragon replied with a deep, cold voice.
"As long as I'm here, there's no way you'll get through the ninth thunderbolt safely."
With that, it charged forward again, launching a new attack on Yin Hu.
It gave Yin Hu no chance to catch his breath.
Whenever a thunderbolt struck,
the flood dragon would immediately pull back.
Then it would find another opportunity to keep weakening Yin Hu.
Its goal was clear.
It didn't have to defeat Yin Hu with its own hands.
As long as Yin Hu failed to pass the tribulation,
that would be its greatest victory.
Yin Hu saw through the flood dragon's intentions.
But he remained unfazed.
Because his eyes caught sight of a gleaming silver figure several kilometers away.
"Your old lady is a great demon who survived from the ancient era under the Martial Gods of the Ancient Clan."
"I've even fought true dragons. How could I lose to a mere flood dragon like you?"
"As for the tribulation, this is the second time I've faced the Divine Fire Thunder!"
Yin Hu's words filled the flood dragon with deep wariness.
Not just the flood dragon.
Everyone around the world was stunned.
At this moment, the conversation between Yin Hu and the flood dragon boomed like thunder.
The sound echoed for a thousand miles in every direction.
Naturally, it was recorded by onlookers in the nearby cities who had their phones out.
Ancient era?
Martial Gods of the Ancient Clan?
The information was overwhelming.
Everyone was bewildered.
"Are they telling the truth? Does mythology really exist?"
"What's there to doubt? You've got two mythical creatures right in front of you."
"Looks like there really were Martial Gods in this world ten thousand years ago."
"Quick, look up mythology data. I feel like the world is about to change!"
...
Chen Feng was equally bewildered.
He never expected that Yin Hu's age was even greater than he had imagined.
But judging by Yin Hu's words,
he had experienced a tribulation before.
Later, for some reason, his cultivation level dropped.
Now he was undergoing another tribulation.
This was his second time going through it.
...
At this moment, the flood snake didn't know whether Yin Hu was telling the truth.
But it knew that Yin Hu was different from the seven spirit beasts of Mount Kunlun.
Because Yin Hu was a half-demon that had escaped from one of the Eight Forbidden Zones.
He belonged to an entirely different era than them.
As for what the ancient era was like,
the flood snake wasn't entirely sure.
But it had heard some things from Xuan Gui.
All the Martial Gods and divine beasts of the ancient era were buried deep within the Kunlun Mountain range.
At the forefront was the Four Symbols Chasm, which buried the Four Divine Beasts.
Then there were the Eight Forbidden Zones, sealing the most powerful demons of that time.
And the sixty-four Ghost Tombs, where all the human masters were laid to rest.
From then on, the world had no more Martial Gods, no more divine beasts.
Only when Yin Hu broke the seal of the Li Fire Forbidden Zone
did Mount Kunlun begin to open once every sixty years.
Thus began the Kunlun Blood Sacrifice.
This gave the flood snake its chance to become a dragon.
That was why it had always been wary of Yin Hu.
Just then,
the sixth Divine Fire Thunderbolt struck.
In an instant, Yin Hu was engulfed in a sea of flames.
His body was torn open again,
emitting wisps of black smoke.
"Why does it hurt even more than the first time!"
Yin Hu couldn't help trembling slightly.
His muscles twitched involuntarily.
But when he saw that the flood dragon seemed intimidated by his words,
he forced himself to speak loudly again.
"This Divine Fire Thunder is nothing special!"
"It's much weaker than the first time I went through my tribulation."
"Four-legged snake, once I'm done with this,
the first thing I'll do is eat you to celebrate."
With that,
he lunged at the flood dragon.
With his current strength,
he could only barely hold his own against the flood dragon.
Dealing with the thunder tribulation at the same time was too taxing.
But he had no choice.
Because without some dragon meat and dragon blood to replenish himself,
he might not survive the ninth Divine Fire Thunderbolt.
This was Yin Hu's second tribulation.
The first time he succeeded, he had eaten a human Martial God to barely withstand the ninth Divine Fire Thunderbolt.
He had nearly been reduced to ashes.
He chose to undergo the tribulation in front of the flood dragon
to force the flood dragon to stay and try to stop him.
Otherwise,
if the flood dragon got scared and fled into the sea,
it would be much harder for him to undergo the tribulation later.
Of course, this wasn't a blind gamble.
He still had one safeguard left.
The flood dragon soared into the air, dodging Yin Hu's lunge.
But the next moment,
he saw Yin Hu's body keep charging forward.
In the direction Yin Hu was heading,
the flood dragon caught sight of a silver-white figure.
"That human with the Qilin bloodline!"
The flood dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.
He immediately realized what Yin Hu was planning to do.
It wasn't just the flood dragon.
Chen Feng, watching Yin Hu run straight toward him,
felt a bad premonition rise in his heart.
"This damn tigress!"
"Is she planning to eat me!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
