The old man's voice was still old, but it no longer had the weakness that seemed like it would decay at any moment.
His voice echoed continuously in the hall, as if it could resonate throughout the entire hall. The gigantic statue of the Dragon King seemed to have awakened from its deep sleep, releasing its pressure to the outside world without reservation.
The Maine Coon looked furious, and its tiger-like body revealed its true form. However, even so, it could not withstand the powerful pressure and was forced to the ground.
The little Snow White on the Maine Coon seemed to feel nothing, but when she saw the Maine Coon's appearance, she was stunned at first, then rolled off the Maine Coon, pretended to be very uncomfortable, stuck out her tongue, and fell to the ground.
Inside the main hall, only Shen Yuan and the old man remained standing.
Shen Yuan looked at the old man in front of him calmly. The fake soul in his spirit platform controlled the seed of the Disha sword technique. The soul's sword-controlling method used the soul as a sword to destroy all the pressure coming towards him.
As the Earthly Demon Sword Art entered the initial stage, Shen Yuan could completely ignore ordinary means such as pressure and soul attacks as long as they could not break through the Earthly Demon Sword Art.
"Who are you?"
Shen Yuan asked the old man about his doubts.
Shen Yuan's calm demeanor was completely beyond the old man's expectations. After a moment of hesitation, the old man said with a deep gaze:
"I am Yu Changliu, the village chief of Yunmeng Village, and also the temple priest of Yunmeng Dragon Monarch Temple."
“I see that you are very powerful, and it must be very difficult to cultivate to such a level.
The spiritual energy tide has just returned. With your talent, you have the potential to ascend to the great road. It is not a wise move to take risks. "
Shen Yuan frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
Shen Yuan's response made Yu Changliu's face even gloomier, and his hunched body showed a fierce aura.
"Since you can bring the demon tribe to my Yunmeng Village, why do you have to pretend to be ignorant?
The Dragon King's affairs are the responsibility of the water race, and neither the human race nor the demon race has the right to interfere!"
Shen Yuan was even more confused by these words. It was obvious that the Yunmeng Village chief in front of him had misunderstood something.
"I came to Yunmeng Village only to see the legendary Dragon King Temple and explore the history of Yunmeng Lake. I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the Dragon King."
Yu Changliu became furious when he heard this.
"You can actually tell such a lie that even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe. It seems that you must have something to rely on.
If that's the case, then there's nothing to explain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dense scales on Yu Changliu's forehead began to spread rapidly, sharp claws began to grow on his palms, and the bones on his back pulled out to form a long tail.
Most of the original human appearance faded away, replaced by a half-human, half-dragon monster.
The aura on his body suddenly rose from that of an ordinary old man to the peak of the Qi Transformation Realm.
Under the pressure of the Dragon King statue, even a Maine Coon cat who is in the same Qi Transformation Realm and possesses the magical power of a copper head and iron arms would not be its opponent.
A breeze blew by, and in an instant Yu Changliu disappeared under the statue of the Dragon King. His half-human, half-dragon body seemed to blend into the wind and rushed towards Shen Yuan at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
The sharp claws fell with angry murderous intent, and a blood-red light suddenly appeared as the demonic power flowed.
“clang!”
The blood-red light suddenly stopped, and with the sound of metal collision, an ancient rusty bronze sword blocked Yu Changliu's sharp claws.
Using the Huiming Sword to easily block the attack, Shen Yuan looked at Yu Changliu who was so close in front of him and said calmly:
“I think there might be a misunderstanding.”
Yu Changliu completely ignored Shen Yuan's words, and his other sharp claw fell again with a whistling sound that tore through the wind, heading straight for Shen Yuan's vitals.
Shen Yuan finally frowned slightly.
"Even a clay man can get angry. You are taking yourself too seriously." The next moment, a white light appeared, and the Huiming Sword disappeared from Yu Changliu's sight.
A great fear suddenly surged in Yu Changliu's heart. The sharp claw that was heading straight for Shen Yuan's vitals fell off his wrist without any warning, and there was not even enough time for blood to flow out of the smooth cut surface.
Yu Changliu didn't even realize what was happening before his eyes, when a white light suddenly appeared in front of him. The rusty scabbard seemed to have turned into an extremely sharp sword, piercing his armor with ease.
All spells, magical powers, and talents have no room for use under that extremely fast sword.
Yu Changliu could even feel that there was no fluctuation of magic power on the flying sword. All it possessed was an unimaginable speed and an indestructible sharpness.
However, this is enough for a flying sword.
The strong half-dragon body was thrown from the air, smashing the table full of offerings. The Huiming sword pierced his chest and nailed him to death under the statue of the Dragon King.
Blood gushed out of Yu Changliu's mouth, and his broken claws fell weakly to the ground.
Everything happened so fast that it seemed like an illusory dream to Yu Changliu.
At this moment, Yu Changliu suddenly realized that Shen Yuan, who possessed such strength, could not possibly be the subordinate of that loach.
"Is he really here to visit the Dragon King Temple?"
However, the severe pain in his body had made him unable to think, and his body pierced by the ancient bronze sword could not recover at all.
Yu Changliu was severely injured by the sword, but there was no change on Shen Yuan's face.
Although he was inferior to Yu Changliu in terms of realm, he had already mastered the basics of the Disha sword technique.
It would be strange if the Earthly Demonic Power, which should be practiced only in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, could not severely injure a half-demon in the Qi Transformation Realm.
Shen Yuan was about to ask Yu Changliu in detail about what he had said before, but the fake soul in his mind suddenly trembled, and an indescribable feeling of oppression instantly swept over his body.
As soon as he thought of it, the Huiming Sword turned into a stream of light and flew back into Shen Yuan's hand.
Shen Yuan raised the Huiming Sword in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at the gigantic statue of the Dragon King. The clear sound of the sword seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth.
In the Dragon Lord's Palace, the flames of the candles flickered without wind and then went out silently.
In the night sky outside, the cold moonlight was shining towards Yunmeng Village. The Emperor Liujiang hidden in the moonlight surged towards the Dragon King Temple like a tide.
When a ray of moonlight shone into the dark main hall, the surrounding scene continued to change silently.
The narrow Dragon King Temple was transformed into a magnificent palace. Military generals with ferocious faces and holding magical treasures manifested their true bodies hundreds of feet tall to guard the palace.
In the center of the hall, various water gods hold the divine seals in their hands with solemn looks, and the incense and fire spread out from their bodies.
The earth trembled, and when the line of sight turned, one could see a giant turtle carrying the palace slowly forward. This magnificent palace was actually built on the back of a giant turtle.
The center of all these scenes is the Dragon King with a dragon head and a human body sitting on the throne in the center of the palace.
The black and gold clothes, the azure eyes, were almost exactly the same as the statue Shen Yuan had seen in the Dragon King Temple.
He is the lord of the water system who controls the Yunmeng Lake and his status is higher than that of the four rivers.
The Dragon King on the throne opened and closed his mouth, looking down at Shen Yuan who was like an ant below, and his majestic voice echoed throughout the water.
"You know that you hurt my Dragon Palace guards. No, who are you?"