Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

Long Fengyang’s extremely shameless words were met with a chorus of boos.

Even Duan Jiutian, who had previously stood on the same side as Long Fengyang, felt extremely uncomfortable.

The difference between Long Fengyang and Ye Fengyang was stark; it was immediately obvious who was superior.

"The Tianyu Saintess and the Tianmo Saintess are Long Fengyang’s daughters! But Ye Fengyang is just a Void Body, his true form is merely a Space Mirror. What kind of direct blood ties does he have with the Tianyu and Tianmo Saintesses? How ironic!"

In the area where the Heaven-Sundering Sacred Land’s contingent was gathered, Saint Son Li Xuyao spoke out with a taunt.

"Heh, the dignity of the Dragon Race is indeed inviolable, and they are indeed very proud. But once that dignity is trampled underfoot, when it comes to being shameless, no other race can possibly compare!"

From the Holy Heaven Ancestral Land’s camp, Saintess Tianqing scoffed directly.

"Long Fengyang must be so furious he’s just given up all pretense. But when it comes to being disgraceful, Long Fengyang can only be considered number two. That number one old bastard, Saint Ancestor Long Wudao, is the truly shameless one! He’s lived a dog’s life for all his years. What a piece of trash!"

In the Celestial Blood Ancient Clan’s area, the notoriously fierce Xiao Hu, the Saint Son, started to directly curse the Dragon Race’s Saint Ancestor, Long Wudao.

As soon as he said this, the fiery atmosphere at the scene instantly froze.

Saint Sons and Saintesses like Sword of No Name, Li Xuting, Ma Liang, Qin Xingyu, and Tianhong Tianchen all stared at him, their expressions completely stunned.

A look of clear shock appeared in the eyes of the group of Saint Sons and Saintesses!

’He’s really trying to stir up trouble!’

’You dare to curse a Saint Ancestor of the Dragon Race?’

Hearing this, Yuan Gu, the Saint Master of Xiao Hu’s Celestial Blood Ancient Clan, felt his rather handsome, middle-aged face twist up like a pretzel.

Weren’t Xiao Hu’s words a direct provocation against Long Wudao? A provocation against the entire Dragon Race?

Sure enough, after Xiao Hu’s words fell and the scene was plunged into a dead silence, Long Wudao’s aged eyes shot over, filled with incomparable ferocity.

Two vicious beams of light, as blinding as the brilliant, blazing sun, shone from his eyes.

Two rays of divine radiance shot out, transforming into a sword that viciously stabbed toward Xiao Hu.

This attack was earth-shattering. Without a single word, he had already delivered a killing blow!

"Old dog!"

Xiao Hu roared and immediately unleashed the "Ancient Divine Dragon Technique." His bloodline surged wildly, and he instantly erupted with astonishing battle power.

But at that moment, Yuan Gu, the Saint Master of the Celestial Blood Ancient Clan, pushed out a wave of Void Power with one hand. Simultaneously, the Ancient Race Royal Blood within his body surged forth, and he activated their Clan Protection Sacred Artifact to forcibly block the attack.

"Have you no self-awareness? Did you think you could block that attack? You think just because the Celestial Secret Divine Son could, you can too? Idiot!"

While reprimanding Xiao Hu, Yuan Gu performed a Blood Sacrifice on a drumstick-like Sacred Artifact with his Royal Blood, unleashing an incomparably powerful strike.

This was a Saint Master taking action.

Although Yuan Gu, the Saint Master of this Ancient Race, had always been low-key, he went all out the moment he acted, directly burning his Royal Blood in a Blood Sacrifice to the Holy Dao.

BOOM—

The drumstick-like, blackish-green Clan’s Sacred Artifact trembled violently. The void twisted, and destructive shockwaves blasted out in all directions.

Yuan Gu was forced back a full two thousand meters.

The shockwave still caught Xiao Hu, sending him flying and causing him to vomit blood nonstop.

Xiao Hu wanted to retaliate, but Yuan Gu stopped him with a sharp rebuke.

"Are you trying to get me killed? This is not the time to fight! Under this Holy Dao Killing Array, the more Energy we use, the weaker we’ll become as it’s devoured, and the stronger they’ll get! Are you an idiot?!"

Yuan Gu’s expression was grim and uncertain, but he revealed this ’secret’ in an incredibly loud voice.

In the distance, Ye Tianling gave Xiao Hu a thoughtful look.

The fierce, burly man winked and made faces at Ye Tianling, then said, "So that’s how it is. Hmph, how vicious! They’re actually trying to devour our Energy to cultivate Long Cangqian?! Old dog, just you wait!"

With that, Xiao Hu immediately withdrew his vital energy and blood, then stood behind the Ancient Race’s Saint Master, Yuan Gu, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Tianling mentally recorded this favor. He understood that Xiao Hu had only insulted Long Wudao to create an opportunity, and Yuan Gu had seized that chance to warn him not to fight—that the more he fought, the more he would be at a disadvantage.

To offer a reminder at a time like this was already a great kindness.

Ye Tianling looked at Ye Fengyang. He finally understood the other reason why Ye Fengyang had stopped him from acting.

’Long Fengyang is truly a master of schemes, still plotting and scheming even at a time like this!’

Sure enough, now that Yuan Gu had exposed the secret, Long Fengyang’s expression became exceptionally dark.

His killing intent—aimed at Yuan Gu—was also revealed with almost no reservation.

Yuan Gu gave a cold laugh and positioned the Clan Protection Sacred Artifact to guard him on all sides. "This place may be able to seal us in, but it can’t block our communications. Saint Ancestor Long Wudao, I respect you as a Saint Ancestor, so let’s just drop the matter of you attacking just now.

"As for my clan’s Saint Son’s words, kids will be kids. For an elder like you to bicker with him is beneath your status. Why not let one of the Dragon Race’s talented juniors come out and seek justice? Set up a life-and-death Soul Battle outside the array. What does it say about you, acting personally?"

Yuan Gu’s pointed remarks made many of the Saint Sons and Saintesses feel a great sense of satisfaction.

Long Wudao’s gaze was sinister. He snorted softly. "When I have the chance, this old man will pay a visit to your Ancient Race and meet those old fellows of yours."

Yuan Gu was defiant. "I’ve already sent a message back home. If I don’t return within a day, there will be no need for Saint Ancestor Wudao to visit personally; my Ancient Race’s three Saint Ancestors will come themselves. In an age where Saints do not appear, the matter of Saint Ancestor Wudao personally interfering has now spread throughout the world.

"Many Saint Masters have already broadcast everything happening here across the world using projection Forbidden Techniques."

Long Wudao’s face fell, his old features growing even more sinister. "Oh? Who? Who is projecting?"

"I am. How could I not project such an exciting battle?"

Qitian Dao said with a mocking smile, not seeming to care in the slightest.

Long Wudao’s expression grew even uglier.

"I’m projecting it too, and I started a long time ago. From our Saint Ancestors down to our Outer Disciples, everyone in my Ancient Race can witness this battle."

Yuan Gu said nonchalantly.

"Although the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land has a close relationship with the Cyan Dragon Race, a battle this magnificent is a chance for my disciples to improve and gain some opportunities. So I, Wan Linmo, also activated a projection Forbidden Array when the Dragon Race’s first Saint Son was blown apart, and have been broadcasting everything that’s happened here."

Wan Linmo’s tone was also unfriendly.

He had come with good intentions to observe the ceremony, only to be exploited by the Dragon Race, trapped in a Holy Dao Killing Array meant to absorb their Power of Fortune. Did they take all these Saint Masters for fools?

It was true they didn’t understand this kind of Ancient Forbidden Array.

But the Saint Sons and Saintesses under their command were all peerless geniuses comparable to the Half-step Divine Child Level. Their instincts for danger alone were enough to figure it out!

’You were cruel first, so don’t blame me for being ruthless!’

’Besides, if you hadn’t been so shameless, this battle would have been enough to shake the world and become a legendary tale!’

’Unfortunately, what should have been an event that spread your glory has instead become a public broadcast of your shamelessness!’

’This is what they call digging your own grave!’

Wan Linmo’s thoughts were shared by the vast majority of the Saint Masters.

At first, Long Wudao had wanted to use his might as a Saint Ancestor to intimidate everyone.

But as the Saint Masters from almost all of the Thirty-Six Great Sacred Lands admitted to it and united, Long Wudao’s face turned as ugly as if his own mother had died.

Now, the dignity of the Dragon Race would be utterly destroyed—their disgraceful actions would surely be known throughout the world!

The projections themselves weren’t scary.

What was scary was that the projections would be re-projected!

The Saint Masters transmitted the projections of the battle through Forbidden Arrays, their disciples would see how rare these projections were and record them again with Projection Stones...

With repeated recordings like this, it would be passed from person to person!

The Dragon Race’s reputation would absolutely stink to high heaven.