Xingyue nodded in understanding and said, "So far, judging by the level of skill this guy has displayed, his cultivation level hasn't reached an unfathomable level yet."
Dong Ming shook his head and explained, "Xingyue, the reason is actually very simple. It's simply because your own cultivation has reached an extremely high level. In fact, according to my own deduction, the 'Yin Gong Dafa' practiced by Yao Jingchen has probably reached at least the seventh level. In other words, a full 60,000 innocent women have died tragically at his hands."
The Dragon King of the West Sea looked suspicious and asked, puzzled, "Light God King, as you just said, each level of cultivation requires the pure Yin energy of ten thousand women. Then, since this evildoer has already reached the seventh level, why did he kill sixty thousand women instead of seventy thousand?"
Xingyue lowered her eyes slightly, and after a moment's contemplation, she raised them again, her gaze filled with pity and sympathy. She looked at the Dragon King of the West Sea and said softly, "If Xingyue is not mistaken, then the missing ten thousand women... must have been filled by your daughter single-handedly."
"What?!" Upon hearing this, the Dragon King of the West Sea trembled as if struck by lightning, his steps suddenly becoming unsteady, and he almost fell to the ground. He quickly turned sideways and cast a questioning and incredulous look at Dong Ming beside him, as if he wanted to get a definitive answer from him.
Dong Ming didn't have any intention of hiding anything. He nodded frankly and said, "Indeed."
When the Dragon Mother heard this, she fainted and the dragon egg in her arms was almost broken. Fortunately, Xingyue, who was standing beside her, caught it in time.
"Be careful!" Xingyue gently stroked the dragon egg in her arms that exuded a mysterious aura, her eyes full of pity, and whispered softly.
At this moment, something unexpected happened—the dragon egg, which had been resting peacefully in the embrace of the stars and moon, suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a powerful force was gushing out from within. A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed, and the eggshell cracked, revealing a tiny, delicate dragon's head.
As soon as the newly born dragon appeared, it let out a clear and melodious roar, like a baby's cry. However, this tender voice contained an endless amount of majesty and dominance. Then, it pounced on the demon mirror dust on the ground with lightning speed.
"Whoever kills my sister will die!" The little dragon, who had just emerged from its shell, shouted with wide eyes. Before he finished speaking, he saw its sharp claws ruthlessly grabbing at Yao Jingchen.
Instantly, a horrific scream echoed throughout the Dragon Palace. Poor Yao Jingchen was dead before he could even react to what had happened.
However, for Xiaolong, simply slaying this detestable demon with a single claw seemed far from enough. Under the astonished gaze of the Dragon King and Dragon Mother of the West Sea, Xiaolong unhesitatingly extended his sharp claws and forcibly peeled off the demon's hide. Then, he mercilessly crushed the demon's bones, reducing it to dust.
"You have caused my sister to never be reborn, and this prince will also make sure that you will never fall into the cycle of reincarnation for the rest of your life!" Xiaolong roared with gritted teeth, his eyes burning with rage.
At this moment, Xiaolong is like an angel of revenge descending into the world, vowing to make his enemies pay a heavy price.
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