Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

The members of the Dragon Race, like Long Qianying and Long Yunfan, were all unruly and proud by nature.

Now, hearing the words of the many Saint Masters and seeing them all turn against the Dragon Race, they could only feel utterly disgraced and shamed.

Although Long Yunfan had been defeated by Ye Tianling in their battle, he felt it was a defeat with honor and saw no shame in it.

’If my strength is not enough, then I’ll just have to undergo Hard Cultivation and win it back in the future.’

But the actions of the Four Great Saint Masters and the shamelessness of the Dragon Race Ancestor made him feel that the Dragon Race... had truly fallen into decline.

This was a Holy Land that had grown so stubborn it had become rotten, content with its self-righteousness and complacency.

They were oblivious to the fact that the entire world had now witnessed their disgusting, ugly behavior.

Long Yunfan exhaled a turbid breath. His eyes dimmed, and he lowered his incomparably proud head, his face filled with shame and embarrassment.

Long Yuqian’s expression was downcast, and she remained silent.

The matter between Long Fengyang and Ye Fengyang had hit her hard, so much so that she had begun to doubt the value of her own existence. Long Tianyu and Long Tianmo were so outstanding, not in the least inferior to Long Yunfan and Long Qianying.

But what state had the two of them ended up in now?

’In this world, if even Ye Tianling wouldn’t attack Long Tianyu and Long Tianmo, then who else could have beaten the two Saintesses to the brink of death?’

’Besides Long Fengyang, no one else would have done it.’

And Long Fengyang, just as Ye Fengyang had said—he was Long Tianyu’s and Long Tianmo’s biological father!

’A man who would even lay a vicious hand on his own daughters—can he really be expected to sacrifice for the common people of the world?’

’If those words got out, wouldn’t the whole world laugh in ridicule?’

Much of the Spiritual light in Long Yuqian’s beautiful eyes had vanished, leaving them dim and dark.

She felt Long Yuchen’s death had been in vain, but at this point, she no longer hated Ye Tianling.

Long Yuqian also sighed, lowering her proud, Dragon Race head and trampling her dignity completely underfoot.

The change in Long Yunfan and Long Yuqian seemed to be infectious, spreading to the other Saint Sons and Saintesses.

Or perhaps, how could those who became Saint Sons and Saintesses not possess a certain degree of awareness?

One after another, the Dragon Race’s Saint Sons and Saintesses fell silent, began to avoid the gazes of the other Saint Sons, Saintesses, and True Disciples, and lowered their heads.

The only exception among them was Long Qianying.

From beginning to end, she merely watched with cold detachment, neither participating nor intervening.

She seemed to have never considered herself a member of the Dragon Race, nor did she feel that the Dragon Race’s dignity represented her own.

Her incredibly cold gaze would only soften with a trace of warmth when she looked at Ye Fengyang.

But no one could detect this subtle change.

"Good. Very good! Very good! It seems the Dragon Race hasn’t manifested its Dragon’s Might for a long time, to the point that this world has started to forget our power."

Long Wudao sneered repeatedly, his words a clear threat.

Facing the combined accusations and ridicule of numerous Saint Masters, as well as the fact that the events were being recorded and projected by a Forbidden Array—as if everything was being exposed to the public—Long Wudao was furious.

But if he were to directly attack the thirty-odd Saint Masters, the situation would spiral completely out of control.

Yet, facing the many projections, if his tone softened, what would become of the Dragon Race’s dignity?

Aware of the projection recordings, Long Wudao began to put on a show of imposing spirit, acting the part convincingly.

"What power of the Dragon Race? Stop with the pathetic posturing! Others may fear your Dragon Race, but I, Qitian Dao, do not! You make it sound as if our Thirty-Six Holy Lands, Seventy-two Ancestral Lands, and 137 Major Sects have done something to your Dragon Race!"

Qitian Dao stepped forward directly, his voice equally cold.

With his level of attainment, even if a Saint Ancestor were to attack him, they wouldn’t be able to do much to him in a short amount of time.

Moreover, the being standing behind him was no weaker than a Sword Saint at the Saint Ancestor level.

So, who should be afraid of whom?

The Jiuli Saint Master also sneered directly and said, "Long Wudao, and the four of you including Long Fengyang, you need to understand one thing—the recording at the beginning, that was everyone giving you face, thinking this ceremony was a joyous occasion!

After all, the Celestial Mandate Divine Son with the Taotie Divine Soul becoming the Dragon Race’s Crown Prince, the Cyan Dragon Race’s First Saint Son, and even a Divine Child is a matter of supreme glory, a great event to make a name for yourselves throughout the world!

For such an event, our helping to record and publicize it was essentially spreading the Dragon Race’s fame!

Unfortunately, you turned that glory into shame, earning the contempt of the entire world!

And now you have the gall to rebuke us for projecting the recording? That you can even say such a thing... it seems I still underestimated your shamelessness!"

Long Wudao’s face darkened. "Everything we have done is merely to deal with the chaos of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain, to save everyone on the entire Daoist Continent! Even if we are pointed at by a thousand fingers and scorned by ten thousand people, as long as our hearts are clear, it is enough. If we must be shameless, then so be it. As long as we can quell the chaos of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain, it will have been worth it!"

"Whether it’s to quell the chaos of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain or to satisfy some of your own ulterior motives, you know the truth in your hearts. Saying more is useless!"

Qitian Dao’s tone was equally indifferent.

At the same time, he glanced at the Jiuli Saint Master. The two of them exchanged a look of tacit understanding and smiled.

"The Dragon Race does not need the understanding of short-sighted people to conduct its affairs."

Long Wudao snorted coldly but did not pursue the matter further.

Pursue it? Could he actually attack them? Each of the Saint Masters might not be the strongest expert in their respective Holy Lands, but they represented the face of those Holy Lands.

If he were to use his strength to bully the weak, he would truly bring the calamity of extermination upon the Dragon Race.

Not to mention, with the numerous Forbidden Array projections acting like a live broadcast, the entire world was likely paying close attention to the ’major event’ unfolding within the Dragon Race.

At this moment, Long Fengyang’s expression was the ugliest of all.

He was the one who had lost the most face among everyone present.

But things had already come to this, so he could only see it through to the end.

"You will kneel, kowtow, and apologize to me. Once I’m in a better mood and have the strength, I will go to the Ancestral Dragon Abyss and bring out those two unfilial, traitorous daughters."

Knowing that the ’entire world’ was ’watching’ through the live Forbidden Array projections, Long Fengyang began to speak with more ’propriety’.

Long Tianyu and Long Tianmo were no longer ’little bitches’, but ’unfilial, traitorous daughters’.

Ye Fengyang’s expression was indifferent. He said, "You don’t have the ability to bring them out. I do. I will handle this myself."

As Ye Fengyang spoke, his gaze shifted directly to the void above.

Then, two rays of transparent, divine light shot from his eyes.

The divine light activated a node in the void.

From within the node, a projection manifested.

The projection coalesced into the Void Body of Long Qingzhuo.

"Fengyang, it’s done. I’ve communicated with the ’Heart Stone’ and have sent them inside it."

Long Qingzhuo said in a gentle voice.

The moment she appeared, Ye Tianling had already activated his Soul Talent to make an assessment.

Using his Soul Talent, Ye Tianling discovered that Long Qingzhuo was little more than a wisp of a Residual Soul projected here by some means; her situation was equally precarious.

Yet, she showed no sign of weakness, appearing extremely powerful.

Ye Tianling’s heart ached faintly.