Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Xiaoo Sanshi staggered back three steps. He felt a violent surge of Primordial Qi invade his body, a sharp pain blossomed in his chest, and his face twisted in agony.

"Hah!"

Just then, Huang Zhentian exploded into action again. He struck with a palm that seemed to carry the force of a collapsing mountain, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and the earth.

Seeing Huang Zhentian attack once more, Xiaoo Sanshi had no choice but to brace himself and raise his palm to meet the blow.

BOOM! BANG!

Xiaoo Sanshi’s body was sent flying backward like a paper kite. He crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling for fifty or sixty feet and leaving a trail of blood dozens of feet long.

Sprawled on the ground with blood trickling from his mouth, Xiaoo Sanshi glared at Huang Zhentian. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and muttered, "Taiyi Pavilion, you’ve gone too far!"

Huang Zhentian had struck as fast as a thunderbolt. His move was so shockingly powerful and swift that before many could even react, Xiaoo Sanshi had already been sent flying.

"Hmph. Truly courting death." Huang Zhentian shot a cold glance at Xiaoo Sanshi before his eyes swept across the crowd, filled with intimidation and dominance.

"What an impressive temper!"

While the crowd was still in shock, Cao Yun strolled forward, followed by the members of the Celestial Profound Sect and the Jade Maiden Sect. Cao Yun’s eyes were fixed directly on Huang Zhentian.

Everyone present felt a thrill of excitement. The conflict between the Celestial Profound Sect and Taiyi Pavilion was common knowledge. With the Celestial Profound Sect stepping forward, a good show was about to begin. In their minds, they could already picture the scene of a titanic clash between a dragon and a tiger.

When Huang Zhentian saw Cao Yun, a hint of delight flashed in his eyes, and he burst out laughing. "Hahaha! I was wondering who it was. So, it’s Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong from the Celestial Profound Sect."

Cao Yun stared coldly at Huang Zhentian, his eyes radiating unconcealed killing intent.

Huang Zhentian naturally sensed the killing intent. He sneered inwardly at Cao Yun. ’The Celestial Profound Sect... We’ll wipe you all out soon enough. You won’t have to wait long.’

With this thought, Huang Zhentian ignored Cao Yun and turned to the crowd below, his voice booming, "Everyone, what are your thoughts on my earlier proposal?"

Instantly, everyone’s heart tightened. Remembering Xiaoo Sanshi’s fate, they all fell silent.

Shil Tianlong couldn’t help but step forward and say, "Agree? I can’t imagine which sect would agree to that!"

Nangong Xin quickly added, "Exactly! Such an outrageous demand is clearly just a ploy by your Taiyi Pavilion to monopolize the Dao Patterns!"

"Who are you? Is this any place for you to speak?" Huang Zhentian’s brow furrowed at the sight of Nangong Xin, and he barked coldly.

As he spoke, Huang Zhentian stomped his foot, and a boundless aura surged toward Nangong Xin.

"I..." Nangong Xin’s voice caught in her throat. Her face paled as she stumbled backward. ’I’m a prominent figure in the Celestial Profound Sect, but here I don’t even have the right to speak?’

"Hmph." Huang Zhentian turned his gaze from Nangong Xin to Shil Tianlong. "Your Celestial Profound Sect can choose to refuse. It makes no difference to me. Senior Brother Han said that if anyone from the Celestial Profound Sect disagrees, they can take it up with him personally."

An uproar swept through the crowd.

At this, everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but turn toward Hankong at the front. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze distant as he looked at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele ahead. It was as if nothing around him had anything to do with him, yet not a single person dared to ignore his presence.

Shil Tianlong and Cao Yun had, of course, already noticed Hankong. But now that Huang Zhentian had mentioned him, their expressions couldn’t help but shift slightly.

"Nebula Hall is willing to obey the Cold Venerable’s command!"

While the crowd was hesitating, a woman’s clear shout erupted from their midst.

Everyone instinctively looked in that direction. A beautiful woman was walking out from the crowd, followed by several people. All of them were top-tier masters of the Yin-Yang Realm from Nebula Hall.

When the woman looked at the members of the Celestial Profound Sect, her eyes held a cold glint.

"Weii Xiaoxiao?" Shil Tianlong frowned upon seeing her.

"It’s her?"

The surrounding crowd showed expressions of dawning realization upon seeing her.

She was none other than the daughter of the current Hall Master of Nebula Hall, and also the wife of Li Xingyun.

"Good. Very good," Huang Zhentian nodded.

"I, Lin Hu of the Heaven-Burying Sect, will naturally obey the Cold Venerable’s command."

Just then, a middle-aged man also strode forward and shouted loudly. This was Lin Hu, the expert sent by the Heaven-Burying Sect for this occasion.

"The Asura Sect also obeys the Cold Venerable’s command."

"The Xingluo Sect also obeys the Cold Venerable’s command!"

...

Once Hankong’s name was invoked, many of the surrounding experts immediately voiced their support.

"I, Thousand Mountains Muxue, will naturally lend Senior Brother Han a hand."

At that moment, a figure in the distance slowly floated through the air, flying toward the peak of Xuwang Mountain.

Everyone was startled. ’Someone from Thousand Mountains is here too?’

Thousand Mountains was a rather unusual sect in the central part of the Eastern Profound Domain. It had few members, but all of its disciples were of exceptional talent. Although this Thousand Mountains Muxue was not famous and had never even appeared on the Cyan Cloud List, no one present dared to underestimate him, simply because he came from Thousand Mountains.

"Zhu Yan of Yihai Country has long admired the Cold Venerable. Since the Cold Venerable has spoken, Yihai Country agrees!"

A dashing figure emerged from the crowd. Dressed in pale green and white robes and holding a folding fan, he was exceptionally handsome and carried himself with a unique elegance.

"Zhu Yan... I didn’t expect even he would be swayed by Hankong’s reputation," Zhong Tiandao muttered with a frown.

Jiekong gazed ahead and said, "It seems the momentum is with Taiyi Pavilion this time. That’s actually fine. It means the hopes of these small, surrounding sects will be dashed, while we ourselves will not be affected."

Zhong Tiandao nodded. "You’re right. However, I will not yield when it comes to the Martial Arts Aura of this Great Wilderness Ancient Stele."

The two of them nodded in unison, having already made their decision.

"The Daoist School of Non-action agrees!"

"Baoling Temple agrees!"

The two declarations followed one after the other.

"Even the Daoist School of Non-action and Baoling Temple have agreed. It looks like Taiyi Pavilion has the situation completely under control."

"Sigh... Once Taiyi Pavilion takes control, do you think there will be any room left for the likes of us to compete?"

"Dammit! When the time comes, even if I have to snatch one by force, I’ll get myself a Martial Arts Dao Pattern!"

"Are you tired of living? That’s suicide! Forget Taiyi Pavilion, you can’t even handle any of those major sects that just spoke up!"

...

Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong’s faces were incredibly grim, their expressions flickering. They were in a difficult predicament; agreeing was wrong, but disagreeing was also wrong.

"Should we agree?" Shil Tianlong asked, looking at Cao Yun.

If they agreed, it would mean submitting to Taiyi Pavilion’s command. But if they refused now, they would be forced to face Hankong, which was just another way of bowing their heads to Taiyi Pavilion.

But both men were intimidated by Hankong’s power and dared not be the ones to stick their necks out. For a moment, they hesitated.

"The Desert North Ancient Land is unwilling! This Great Wilderness Ancient Stele is a natural wonder of the world meant to be shared by all! If anyone is to have it, it belongs to the virtuous. Do you intend to monopolize it for yourselves?"