The dark red dragon, as red as blood, flapped its wings and flew up, swooping down towards the silver clock face that slowly emerged above its head. The magic array network that was gradually taking shape was torn apart layer by layer by the dragon's roar, turning into scattered points of light.
"Twelve Constellations, kill!"
The two people who were originally circling suddenly stopped, then rushed forward with swords in hand, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, piercing the giant dragon below. But that was not the end yet. One after another, purple and green phantoms flew out from the clock scale, like afterimages and illusions, pointing to the giant dragon in the center.
Twelve meteors, six blue and six purple, gathered together, streaking across the sky, instantly piercing through the dragon's body like a beam of light, and then disappeared.
When everyone looked up again, the giant dragon transformed by Ye Qilin was already covered with blood holes. It looked extremely miserable and on the verge of collapse.
"This is..." Before everyone could sigh, the scene in the sky changed again.
"roar--"
The blood-red dragon roared towards the sky, and dark red magic dyed the sky like ink. Then, the various wounds on its body shrank and healed rapidly in just a few seconds. Soon, the wounds disappeared, and its blood-red scales were smooth and tough as brand new.
"It's terrifying, it's formidable. With such a young man, it seems that the Longshu Xuejie Sect has a successor."
The blood-red dragon in the sky once again fought with the two people wielding the starlight blades. Layers of light curtains shattered, and mana and magic power between heaven and earth continued to surge in from all directions, turning into flames and ice in the sky, or sword light and breath, interweaving back and forth.
…
The clouds shattered, the light and shadows were shattered, and the fierce battle finally ended after lasting for three incense sticks.
Si Xuan, whose body was covered in blood and burn marks, slowly descended from the sky holding the weak and unconscious Si Heng, and walked slowly to the back of the Xiangyu Sect. The giant dragon with one of its long horns cut off also fell to the ground.
Although the dragon had many scars on its body, they were slowly healing and were not fatal.
"Hahaha, is this the true strength of the Zhuo Ri Huang Yu Sect? It's indeed extraordinary." He transformed into a human body again and stepped forward.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. It has helped me achieve my wish." Then he changed the subject.
"However, since you of the Xiangyu Sect possess such strength, why don't you take the world as your own responsibility, support the impending fall of Great Xia, and turn the tide, instead of simply shrinking and protecting yourselves, trapped in this mountain?"
He slowly turned around and spoke to everyone in a compassionate and sighing tone.
"So, it's a pity, what a pity—"
That long sigh, like waves, kept echoing in the mountains and spreading into the distance. With its spreading momentum, it could almost be heard by the residents of most of Huilu Island.
Under such direct questioning, if the Xiangyu faction cannot give a positive response today, its reputation will probably plummet and it will be looked down upon. However, if it responds positively, there will be only two results: either it will accept King Dai's invitation and work hard to "help the world" and join his alliance, or it will tear up its previous words, refuse outright, show no mercy to King Dai, and become his enemy.
Previously, Ye Qilin had asked Jin Hua in the main hall, "Will King Dai be willing to serve as the king?" At the time, although Jin Hua had only replied with a single "yes" due to the situation, it was also a reluctant agreement. If he were to deny it now, he would probably be contradicting himself.
It must be said that although this method was drastic and unpleasant, it also largely avoided the possibility of giving the Xiangyu Sect the opportunity to shirk responsibility and remain neutral and non-respond for a long time. If the Xiangyu Sect was forced to agree verbally due to the situation, once the status was determined, it would be difficult to get out of it later.
As for today's unpleasantness, that's easy to deal with. As long as we are nominal allies in the future, there will always be a chance to make amends and make peace. After all, it's just a conflict of face, and there's no blood feud or anything like that, so it's not difficult to let it go.
The people who had previously thought that Ye Qilin was impulsive and easily mocked him now quieted down. Many people present began to spy on the woman standing in the center of the Xiangyu Sect, wanting to know how Jin Hua would deal with such a situation, whether to reluctantly agree or firmly refuse.
…
Time passes by every second.
Just when everyone was getting impatient, a burst of shouting suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
"Ning Zi Zhao Ye Palace, to—"
This clear shout broke the silence at the scene and diverted everyone's attention. In response, Jinhua finally slowly relaxed her frown, while Ye Qilin turned his head with an unhappy expression and looked down the mountain.
One by one, the disciples of Zhaoye Palace, dressed in purple robes and carrying swords and jades, hiked up the mountain, like a purple cloud canopy slowly rising from the foot of the mountain.
As a branch of the Xiangyu Sect, the visit of Ning Zi Zhao Ye Palace was not surprising, but what puzzled everyone was why they came so late and brought so many disciples with them.
These purple-robed disciples with extraordinary auras are all above the seventh level. Now they have gathered into a cloud, which can be said to be the essence of most of the Ning Zi Zhaoye Palace. They have actually come out in full force.
"It seems that Ye Qilin still has to fight."
"The four branches of the Xuanwu clan are now complete."
"I don't know who Zhaoye Palace will send to fight."
"The events of the Sunset Mountains over a decade ago severely damaged their internal vitality. We've rarely seen their disciples out and about in recent years, and I don't know who led the group here today."
“Almost there.”
A group of purple-robed disciples led the group up to the high platform on the top of the mountain. Everyone looked at the leader's face, and finally someone recognized his name.
"The Immortal Yinghuo? He is Yingdeng's junior fellow apprentice. I didn't expect him to lead the team."
The current head of Ningzi Zhaoye Palace is Yingdeng, and Yinghuo is a fellow apprentice of Yingdeng who has the same master. The two have a close relationship, and Yinghuo can even directly represent the will of the head of Zhaoye Palace in public.
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