"Who are you, you bastard?" Zhu Rong's eyes suddenly widened, glaring at Yang Jian like bells. He extended his arm straight out, pointing directly at him, and demanded in a thunderous voice. The sound was like a materialized shockwave, exploding instantly and causing intense pain in everyone's eardrums. Many people instinctively covered their ears with their hands.
"What? Yu Kai is only at the peak of the Emperor? Isn't he going to die?" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout in astonishment.
"Yeah, how dare he come? Does he really think that he will be safe with the support of the Devouring Emperor?" Another person quickly agreed.
"Who is that burly man with flame patterns all over his body? Looking at his aura, he is definitely not an ordinary person. He actually dares to scold Yang Jian like that!" Someone looked up and down at Zhu Rong curiously, his eyes full of inquiry.
"Yeah! I've never heard of such a person around Yu Kai?" Everyone was whispering to each other, and the sound of whispers spread among the crowd.
"And look at the guy next to Yu Kai, with dark blue skin and a black robe. Does anyone know where he came from?" Someone else cast a curious look at Gong Gong, with confusion written all over his face.
"It's true! It's obvious that these two are not ordinary characters, so how come there was no news about them before?" Everyone looked confused and even more puzzled.
"Yeah, where did this person come from? Even Yang Jian doesn't recognize him?" The discussion among the crowd became louder and louder, and they were full of curiosity and speculation about the identities of Zhurong and Gonggong.
Yang Jian's brows knitted tightly together, clearly sensing Zhu Rong's terrifying murderous intent. He stared at Zhu Rong intently, his eyes burning with rage as he demanded, "Who are you? I am Yang Jian, a disciple of the Chan Sect!"
"None of the things taught by Yuanshi Tianzun are good!" Zhu Rong said with a mocking look on his face and a disdainful curl of his lips, as if his expression was full of contempt for Yang Jian and the Chan sect behind him.
"How dare you insult my master!" Yang Jian was instantly enraged, his eyes turned red as blood in an instant, and he completely ignored Nezha's anxious pulling beside him.
He roared angrily, stretched out his hand and made a lightning-fast move. The three-pronged, double-edged spear with a gleaming cold light instantly appeared in his hand. Then, he roared with anger: "Kill!"
He rushed towards Zhu Rong like a mad tiger, with an unstoppable momentum. He was already furious because his two grandsons were killed by Yu Kai, and now seeing the red-clothed man so arrogant, he was even more furious, and the anger in his heart was completely ignited.
"Hmph!" Zhu Rong snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and contempt, "You dare to come here to seek death!" Before he finished speaking, he flew up like a red lightning, and stomped his right foot hard on the void.
In an instant, a deafening roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and a giant dragon with blazing flames all over its body appeared out of thin air.
The giant flaming dragon roared to the heavens, a roar that seemed to shatter the entire sky, and then it pounced towards Yang Jian with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever the dragon passed, the void seemed to be thrown into a raging fire, instantly turning a fiery red. The scorching breath rushed towards him, causing the surrounding air to distort.
"Dang! Dang!" Crisp, intense collisions echoed like popping beans. The three-pointed, double-edged spear clashed fiercely with the flaming dragon's claws, each collision sending out dazzling sparks like dazzling fireworks blooming in the night sky.
Yang Jian was horrified. He had never imagined that the red-clothed man before him could be so powerful. In that moment of shock, the dragon's tail, like an incomparably thick steel whip, wrapped in a force of a thousand pounds, turned over with the force of thunder and lightning. With a loud "snap", it whipped him away.
"Puff!" Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his body flew backwards at a high speed like a meteor.
"Brother Yang!" Seeing this, Nezha leaped up without hesitation, rushing towards Yang Jian like a flash of red lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was beside Yang Jian and caught him steadily.
However, the enormous force was like a raging torrent, unstoppable, causing the two of them to slide backwards at the same time, leaving a long trail in the void.
“So strong!”
"What is the origin of this strong man? Yang Jian can't even defeat the fire dragon he transformed into!" Everyone gasped when they saw this.
The fire dragon roared, its anger still lingering, and it opened its bloody mouth, wanting to continue chasing.
At that moment, a sharp sword energy shot out like a streak of silk, carrying a devastating force that directly split the fire dragon in two. The fire dragon let out an unwilling roar and turned into a sky full of flames that dissipated into the air.
Jade Ding Zhenren suddenly appeared like a ghost, holding the Immortal-Slaying Sword. The sword was flashing with cold light, as if it had condensed all the coldness in the world. His eyes were as cold as frost, staring straight at Zhu Rong, revealing an invisible sense of oppression in his eyes.
"Master! Why are you here?" Yang Jian's face was as pale as paper. He clutched his chest tightly and, with Nezha's support, he struggled to fly to Jade Ding Zhenren's side. He knew full well that Nanji Xianweng had issued a strict order for second-generation disciples not to come. Now that his Grandmaster Yuanshi Tianzun and his Great-Uncle Taiqing Laozi were away, if they showed up rashly, they would be punished by the Devouring Emperor.
"Are you okay? I followed you because I was worried that you would be impulsive!" Jade Ding Zhenren turned his back to Yang Jian, staring at Zhu Rong with a look full of vigilance, and said calmly.
But Zhu Rong on the opposite side did not want to give up. The flames around him were like a madly dancing demon, rising wildly, as if to burn the entire world to ashes.
The temperature around them instantly soared like a rocket, threatening to melt everything in the world. A powerful heat wave surged in all directions with the force of a tidal wave. Everyone felt their faces burning as if they were being directly scorched by a raging fire. Their skin seemed to be scorching. They hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be swallowed by the terrifying heat wave.
"Who are you?" Jade Ding Zhenren felt an extremely dangerous aura from Zhu Rong. His face instantly became as solemn as iron, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. He asked in a cold voice.
"I am Zhurong, the ancestor of witches!" Zhurong held his head high and chest out, looking up at the sky proudly. The flames on his body seemed to burn more vigorously because of his pride and arrogance, emitting an even more powerful aura, as if declaring his supreme majesty to heaven and earth.
"Ancestor Witch Zhurong! Impossible, absolutely impossible! Didn't you die long ago?" Upon hearing this, Jade Ding Zhenren's face suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes widened and he took two steps back, obviously very scared.
"Who dares to say that all my ancestors are dead?" At this moment, an extremely majestic voice suddenly exploded, as if the entire endless void was shaken by this voice.
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