There is no moon tonight.
The night was pitch black.
The group's cultivation levels were all quite high, allowing them to see in the dark. However, compared to Bian Lang, the others could only see at a relatively short distance.
"Brother Bian, what's the situation up ahead?" Dugu Qiusheng asked, both nervous and excited.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "A rare guest."
Liu Yi shook her head. Bian Lang's ability to keep things mysterious was really annoying.
"If we're lucky, we might get another magic gourd," Bian Lang added.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng instantly realized that the person blocking their way came from the West Sea Dragon Palace.
Unexpectedly, Song Feng was still in contact with the West Sea Dragon Palace.
However, this visitor from the Western Sea may not necessarily be looking for Feng Xiao.
Perhaps the Dragon Palace of the West Sea has a way to track down the magic gourd.
On a night that was not windy, a gentle breeze suddenly began to blow.
The wind carried a fishy smell, which made Feng Xiao feel nauseous.
But she was very familiar with the taste.
She immediately went to Bian Lang, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "I wonder why the prince is blocking our way?"
"Lord of the Wind Cave, I dislike killing. Take your own life." A cold voice came from the darkness ahead.
Feng Xiao chuckled and asked, "Your Highness, you've also become Song Feng's dog?"
"It's just mutual benefit." The man's voice remained calm.
If someone has weathered too many storms, it would be a failure if they could still be provoked by words.
Bian Lang asked with a smile, "Do you know that guy?"
“Ao Cheng, the ninth prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace,” Feng Xiao said.
Bian Lang teased, "Prince? Why not the Crown Prince?"
"The crown prince must be the biological son of the West Sea Dragon King. For an adopted child to be called a prince is already a great honor." Feng Xiao was telling the truth.
But to Ao Cheng, this very truth was the most vicious irony in the world.
If he could, he wouldn't want the title of prince; he would only want to be a dragon general.
Bian Lang said, "No wonder. If he weren't a good-for-nothing from the West Sea, how could he have been persuaded by a scoundrel like Song Feng? A good-for-nothing and a scoundrel are a perfect match."
Feng Xiao was stunned. He never expected that Bian Lang could be so ruthless when he cursed people without using any swear words.
As expected, Ao Cheng, who was in the darkness, rushed over in a rage after hearing these words.
He had a pair of small dragon horns on his forehead, snow-white skin, and a head of silver hair; he was quite handsome.
He held a long sword in his hand, his face filled with murderous intent.
"So you're the corpse driver that the Empress has been longing for?" Ao Cheng wasn't in a hurry to make a move; he wanted to find out more about his enemy first.
Song Feng has invited many people, but all of them have failed.
Failure means death, therefore Ao Cheng needs to be even more cautious.
Feng Xiao angrily said, "Ao Cheng, watch your mouth."
"It's common knowledge throughout the land that your empress desires men, so what's there to be ashamed of?" Ao Cheng said with a playful expression, looking utterly irritating.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng had witnessed how vast and powerful the world on this side of the river was. Would an empress who could rule such a huge empire want to wander around on the other side?
How is that possible?!
Feng Xiao angrily said, "Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of His Majesty."
As he spoke, Feng Xiao patted the storage bag at his waist, and several flying swords shot out immediately.
Ao Cheng stood still, but the flying swords all stopped in front of him.
"A mere mortal dares to contend with a god?" Ao Cheng's tone was full of contempt.
Bian Lang scoffed, "A giant snake dares to call itself a god?"
Ao Cheng's lips curled into a smirk, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the flying swords hovering in front of him swiftly turned around and reflected back at Feng Xiao.
Feng Xiao's face turned pale, realizing that she had been too reckless.
Ao Cheng is known as the God of War of the West Sea, and he is one of the best among the many masters in the West Sea.
As a cultivator at the Core Formation stage, she naturally couldn't compare to him.
Bian Lang pulled Feng Xiao behind him and laughed, "As the employer, you should back off when there's danger."
"Be careful, this guy..." Feng Xiao was saying when he saw the flying swords that had been shot at him suddenly turn around and pierce straight at Ao Cheng, which was very strange.
Even Ao Cheng's expression changed drastically.
Clang clang clang.
The flying sword had already struck Ao Cheng's body.
However, Ao Cheng was protected by dragon scales, which were extremely hard and could not be penetrated by magic weapons of this level.
"This guy is practically invulnerable!" Dugu Qiusheng exclaimed, his eyes wide.
Liu Yi didn't speak, but she felt that as long as Bian Lang revealed the Pangu Axe, he could split Ao Cheng in two.
Even the dragon scales on the West Sea Dragon King's body could be easily cleaved by Pangu's axe.
If Ao Cheng had known that Bian Lang possessed the Pangu Axe and could wield it, he would have fled long ago.
Ao Cheng had a fierce look on his face. He swung his right arm, and his long sword hissed.
A white light shot into the sky, illuminating the night sky and startling the roosting birds around, causing them to flap their wings and surge wildly.
Bian Lang completely disregarded Ao Cheng and asked with a smile, "Brother Dugu, would you like some dragon horns?"
"That would be wonderful." Dugu Qiusheng knew that dragon horns were extremely precious treasures.
In that prison, it was something I wouldn't even dare to dream of.
"Die, all of you!" Ao Cheng was also furious and swiftly swung his sword.
Even though he was so angry, those people acted very relaxed, as if he were a circus performer.
With a single strike, the sword's edge gleamed like a dragon, crackling with lightning, and its thunderous roar shook the heavens.
Feng Xiao's delicate body trembled slightly, not knowing where to hide.
“Standing behind Bian Lang is safe,” Liu Yi said in a low voice.
Feng Xiao knew Bian Lang was very powerful, but the person standing in front of them at this moment was not an ordinary person, but the God of War of the Western Sea.
Although the Dragon King of the West Sea had many sons, none of them were of any use. On the contrary, his adopted son, Ao Cheng, was exceptionally promising.
It can be said that the stability of the Western Sea is entirely due to Ao Cheng.
As the sword light arrived, Bian Lang took a sudden step forward, his body bursting with golden light, completely dissolving Ao Cheng's sword light.
Ao Cheng was greatly shocked and began to swing his sword rapidly.
Even with all his life's cultivation, he couldn't break through Bian Lang's protective golden light.
“I’ll take these dragon horns.” Bian Lang turned around and appeared next to Ao Cheng.
Before Ao Cheng could react, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead as his dragon horns were snapped off.
But Ao Cheng endured the pain and swung his sword backhand.
The fact that the dragon's horns have been broken off is already established. If he can kill Bian Lang with a single sword strike, he can at least regain some face.
Unexpectedly, the longsword pierced right in front of Bian Lang, seemingly just a hair's breadth away, but it could not be pierced any further.
Bian Lang smiled and said, "Ao Cheng, this is the God of War of the Western Sea? Did your mother bestow this title upon you?"
"Shut up!" Ao Cheng was furious, veins bulging on his forehead.
However, anger alone was not enough to strike Bian Lang.
Ao Cheng reacted extremely quickly, immediately abandoning his weapon and transforming into a black dragon, soaring into the sky.
The mountains and rivers trembled, and the birds and beasts were all startled.
Bian Lang tossed the dragon horn to Dugu Qiusheng and asked with a smile, "Have you ever seen a dragon without horns?"
“This is the first time I’ve seen a living dragon,” Liu Yi said.
Dugu Qiusheng corrected him, "I've never even seen a dead dragon."
"That's because you haven't seen it before." Liu Yi felt a strange sense of superiority.
Feng Xiao's face turned grim, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Bian Lang, be careful of the dragon flames."
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