Chapter 848 - 585: Immortal King Zangpeng
"Haha!"
"Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating!"
The Sea-covering Saint looked down over the shattered cliffs and broken walls beneath his feet, the vast ruins of the annihilated Immortal Sect, and let out a sky‑shaking roar, his voice shattering the drifting clouds of the Nine Heavens.
With a sweep of his wide sleeve, Ao Hu and the other vile dragons were all gathered into his sleeve robe.
Then his figure leapt, turning into a blinding streak of Rainbow Light that pierced through heaven and earth, ripping apart layer upon layer of clouds, and in an instant vanished at the end of the sky.
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On the other side, the Celestial Dao Alliance, within a certain Immortal King’s Grotto Heaven.
Above the sky, a golden mass of clouds hung there year‑round, Immortal qi billowing, auspicious vapors streaming in thousands of strands.
Suddenly, this peaceful cloud layer shook violently.
Two beams of Divine Light shot out from the gaps in the clouds, sharp like Ancient Immortals’ Divine Weapons, stabbing straight into the Nine Heavens.
Within the clouds, a Golden-Winged Roc of peerless divine grace slowly emerged.
That sky‑draping, sun‑blotting cloud layer was in fact the wings it had spread open; its whole body was gilded, every feather gleaming with a metallic cold light, dazzling and radiant.
The Roc folded its wings, its figure shrank abruptly, transforming into a Divine Being clad in a Golden Robe.
He had a handsome, gallant bearing, with a few shades of arrogance that looked down on the world between his brows—this was none other than the Celestial Dao Alliance’s Immortal King Cang Peng.
Immortal King Cang Peng lightly waved his sleeve robe, strange Spirit Light flowing; in mid‑air, a crystalline water screen suddenly appeared.
Within the water screen was the scene of the Sea-covering Saint slaughtering the Dragon‑taming Immortal Sect—fires soaring to the heavens, flesh and blood tangled together, shocking to the eyes.
The look in Immortal King Cang Peng’s eyes changed in an instant.
The previously indifferent gaze now surged with fury and dread; he cursed in a deep voice, "Dragon vermin, you have guts indeed, to dare rebel and wreak havoc!"
Even when you beat a dog, you must look at its master.
Throughout the Celestial Dao Alliance, who did not know that the Dragon‑taming Immortal Sect was his, Immortal King Cang Peng’s, dog?
This dragon vermin dared to massacre the Dragon‑taming Immortal Sect in public—if he failed to respond, how would he still have any face to stand within the Celestial Dao Alliance in the future?
What tightened his heart even more was his dread of the Sea-covering Saint.
That dragon vermin’s speed had risen far too quickly.
A bit more than a hundred years ago, the other party was still only a Venerable of Divinity Transformation, not even having brushed the threshold of an Ancient Immortal.
At that time, the Sect Master of the Dragon‑taming Immortal Sect could casually suppress him.
Yet who could have imagined that in so short a time, this dragon vermin would soar all the way up, directly attaining the rank of Immortal Monarch!
Give the other party some more time, and he might truly catch up to his steps, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
How could he not dread this sense of losing control?
Immortal King Cang Peng ground his teeth, muttering in a low voice:
"Most likely, yet another Dragon Dragon Immortal King!"
Hidden in these words was hatred etched down to the bone.
He and the Dragon Race shared a blood feud that could not coexist under the same sky.
He had originally attained immortality as a Golden-Winged Roc, born to feed on Flood Dragons, his nature fierce and violent.
Back when the Dragon Dragon Immortal King still walked the world, his life was worse than that of a pig or dog, spending his days hiding east and fleeing west; if not for the Celestial Dao Alliance’s protection, he would have long since fallen.
Later, the Dragon Dragon Immortal King failed in his attempt to assault the position of Immortal Emperor, his Divine Soul completely annihilated, fallen utterly.
The Dragon Race lost its greatest support; the dragons were headless, scattered like sand.
And he, just at that time, seized the momentum and broke through, attaining the rank of Immortal King.
From then on, he began his mad revenge.
Many schemes all originated from his hand!
He purged the Dragon Race’s many Ancient Immortal Great Powers!
He laid down the iron decree that "the Dragon Race is not permitted to become Immortal"!
He penned the entire Dragon Race up in the North Sea, as his dish on the plate, his food in the belly!
He had fresh dragon liver cooked into peerless delicacies and sent up to the Immortal Emperor’s banquet of the Celestial Dao Alliance!
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On the shore of the North Sea, jade waves in countless billions, surging tides pounding the banks, rolling up a thousand heaps of snow.
The Sea-covering Saint turned into a middle‑aged Daoist, wearing a plain‑colored Daoist Robe, his expression steady, his steps unhurried as he walked toward a certain sea region.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, his Dao Heart’s alarm bells ringing all at once.
The surrounding space was actually displaying layers upon layers of profound and unfathomable anomalies; the four directions were reversed, up and down indistinct, the currents of time and space chaotic to the extreme, even the light of heaven and earth wildly twisting and folding.
If it were an ordinary Immortal, the moment he stepped into this place he would likely lose his way, and in the end be trapped to death in this bizarre space.
Without even realizing it, he had fallen into a Time‑Space Grand Array here!
The Sea-covering Saint raised his hand, his fingertip touching the void, sensing the chaotic spatial ripples around him; he spoke in a low voice:
"What marvelous Space Divine Techniques—may I know which lofty expert awaits here?"
A cold, scornful chuckle slowly came from the depths of the overlapping space’s void, carrying the arrogance and disdain of one high above who disregards all living beings.
"Junior, you are perceptive enough."
Before the words had fallen, a golden figure that traversed time and space walked out slowly from the twisted space.
The man wore a Golden Robe, his face cold and peerlessly proud, faint Innate golden light coiling about him—this was Immortal King Cang Peng.
His gaze swept past the Sea-covering Saint, his tone icy: "Celestial Dao Alliance, Peng Xuan."
The Sea-covering Saint’s pupils shrank abruptly, the steadiness on his face instantly fading, replaced by a few degrees of solemn gravity:
"So it’s you! Immortal King Cang Peng!"
Once he heard clearly this person’s background, he knew at once that matters today would hardly end peacefully.
Immortal King Cang Peng instead seemed somewhat surprised, raising his brows: "Oh? You know this king?"
The Sea-covering Saint nodded slowly, his tone calm yet laced with a keen edge: "Naturally."
"Since this seat dared to strike and annihilate the Dragon‑taming Immortal Sect, I naturally had to find out clearly which august figure stood behind it as master."
"I have long heard that the Immortal King comprehended the Space Great Dao to attain the Immortal King’s fruit position; the Fuyao Void‑breaking Art you cultivate has long had the glorious title of ’Celestial Dao Alliance’s Number One Divine Speed’, unmatched by any."
Upon hearing this, Immortal King Cang Peng’s face showed several shades of arrogant self‑satisfaction.
He most relished others’ praise and awe of his Divine speed.
Even certain supreme Immortal Emperors might not necessarily be able to surpass him, this Immortal King who proved the Dao with extreme speed, in the path of speed.
"You junior are indeed adept at speaking." Immortal King Cang Peng waved his hand, his tone softening somewhat. "Very well, this seat will grant you a chance."
"Sign a master‑servant pact with this seat and submit to me, and this seat will spare your life, leaving you one dragon life."
The Sea-covering Saint let out a soft laugh, his tone carrying a hint of mockery:
"What magnanimity of an Immortal King."
"However, my words are not yet finished."
He stepped forward, his gaze meeting Immortal King Cang Peng’s directly, each word clear:
"It is said that the Immortal King was originally a peerless genius cultivating the Yin Yang Great Dao; why then did you abandon Yin and Yang to turn and cultivate Space, dedicating yourself to extreme Divine speed?"
"Could it be because, back in the day, you were repeatedly hunted down by our race’s Dragon Dragon Immortal King, fleeing in panic like a homeless dog, forced into desperation until you tempered this skill for running away and preserving your life?"
These words viciously stabbed into the lifelong wound and humiliation of Immortal King Cang Peng.
That was black history he would never be willing to mention through all ages!
Immortal King Cang Peng’s complexion turned in an instant from arrogant self‑satisfaction to iron‑blue terror, the Immortal King’s pressure raging out, shattering the Four‑Directions of time and space; he roared in fury, his voice shaking the North Sea:
"Impudent! Dragon vermin, you court death!"
The Sea-covering Saint instantly felt a powerful threat of death, the hairs all over his body standing on end.
Yet his tongue remained merciless; he burst out laughing, his wild arrogance soaring straight into Yun Xiao:
"Has the Immortal King been struck in the heart by this seat’s words, grown furious from shame, and now wants to kill to silence me? Hahahahaha!"