When Xingyue and the West Sea Dragon King and his family entered the main hall of the Dragon Palace, the scene that greeted them was astonishing—

The once arrogant Demon Mirror Dust was now lying lifeless at Dong Ming's feet like a puddle of mud, looking as miserable as a dying wild dog.

By this time, the once magnificent Dragon Palace had lost its former splendor, replaced by a devastated and chaotic state. Clearly, the thrilling battle had dealt a heavy blow to the palace, leaving it permeated with an air of desolation and desolation.

Yet, faced with the devastated scene, the Dragon King of the West Sea showed no regret. Though he felt a pang of reluctance to part with his precious possessions, compared to regaining his freedom, these possessions seemed insignificant. After all, nothing could compare to the preciousness of life and the joy of freedom.

"Thank you so much, God of Light and Goddess of Stars and Moon, for your great kindness!" The Dragon King of the West Sea and the Dragon Mother holding the dragon egg said in unison, their words filled with endless gratitude.

Hearing these words of thanks, Dong Ming nodded slightly, indicating his acceptance. Then, his brows furrowed slightly, a look of confusion on his face, and he asked, "How could you, the dignified Dragon King of the West Sea, have ended up like this? Not only was your mansion invaded, but you were also trapped in the clam's incredibly hard shell?"

"Alas!" The old Dragon King sighed deeply, his face revealing endless sorrow and grief. He spoke slowly, "The God of Light may not know, but I have a beloved daughter. Since childhood, the Dragon Mother and I have cared for her meticulously, lovingly raising her like the apple of our eye. Poor child, so innocent and unaware of the dangers of the world. Unexpectedly, she was bewitched by the demon Mirror Dust, disguised as a handsome man. Furthermore, she stubbornly insisted on marrying this monster..."

At this moment, Yao Jingchen, who was tightly bound in the demon rope, actually argued without showing any weakness: "Humph! When did I ever bewitch your daughter? From the beginning to the end, she was the one who took the initiative to throw herself into my arms!" His words were full of disdain and arrogance.

"You, you..." Upon hearing this, the Dragon King of the West Sea became furious and trembled with anger.

"Shut up!" Seeing this, Xingyue on the side hurried forward and stomped hard on the lying Yao Jingchen, and signaled the Dragon King of the West Sea to continue the story.

The Dragon King of the West Sea calmed down a bit, sighed heavily again, and continued, "That abominable demon deceived Long'er into losing her virginity and toyed with her in his hands. My husband and I saw that things had come to this point and were done for, so we had no choice but to acquiesce in this marriage. Who could have imagined..."

At this point, the old Dragon King's voice couldn't help but choke up, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he couldn't bear the truth that he was about to say.

In the eyes of the Dragon King of the West Sea, which were as deep as the ocean, there seemed to be a raging flame, and his anger was so intense that it seemed as if he wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

He was trembling with anger, his chest heaving violently, his voice hoarse with rage: "And yet, it was this despicable, sinister demon who actually schemed and schemed, first gaining our trust with sweet words, then taking advantage of our vulnerability and secretly murdering us, leaving us unconscious. When we woke up, we found ourselves trapped in this dark shell, unable to escape. Even more abominable, he actually usurped my West Sea Dragon Palace and vainly attempted to take over!"

Xingyue, who was standing by, was suspicious when she heard this. She asked, "West Sea Dragon King, if that's the case, then where is your daughter now?"

The Dragon Mother, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. Her body trembled slightly, tears streaming from her eyes like a flood. She sobbed, "O Star-Moon Goddess, my Dragon... Not only was she deceived by this vicious demon, losing her innocence, but her cultivation was also completely drained by that evil villain. Even her most precious dragon tendons were not spared and were brutally stripped away... Ultimately, she suffered a tragic death!"

"What?!" Xingyue was stunned upon hearing this, her anger instantly rising to a peak. Gnashing her teeth, she slapped Yao Jingchen's chest fiercely, shouting, "You unforgivable beast! Today is your death!"

Although Xingyue is also a goddess of the Dark Temple, the Dragon and Phoenix tribes are unique among the beast tribes. These two tribes have a unique feature: after their members pass away, neither their bodies nor their souls are under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

When a member of the Dragon Clan dies, their body is summoned back to the Dragon Clan's sacred land, thereby protecting it from harm by outsiders and preserving the Dragon Clan's dignity and respect. As for the Phoenix Clan, they possess a miraculous ability—Nirvana—that allows them to undergo the baptism of fire and be reborn.

Because of this, Xingyue did not know that the daughter of the Dragon King of the West Sea had died.

At this moment, Dong Ming looked at Yao Jingchen thoughtfully. After a moment's reflection, he slowly said, "Xingyue, I've heard that the demon race possesses an evil technique called 'Yin Gong Dafa.' Practitioners of this technique must absorb the Yin energy of women in order to significantly improve their cultivation. Unfortunately, the practice of this technique is extremely sinister and vicious. Each level requires the consumption of tens of thousands of women's Yin energy as a price."

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