I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 593 The Yulong Family
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Chapter 593 The Yulong Family
"Very well, since we are gathered at the Ten Sages Grand Competition, we shall abide by the tournament's regulations."
Chu Feng spoke with a faint smile while casually waving his feather fan.
"Regardless of life or death?"
The Saint of the Dayan Holy Land inquired with concise gravity.
Chu Feng appeared brimming with self-assurance. "Regardless of life or death, with no retribution to follow."
"Excellent, then it is a pact."
The Saint of the Dayan Holy Land conceded, his attention shifting toward the assembly of disciples.
"Which among you desires to test the prowess of a Saint's direct legacy?"
The moment the question was posed, a youth with a grim expression and sharp, blade-like eyebrows strode forward.
He pressed his fists together in a respectful salute toward his progenitor. "Ancestor, this disciple wishes to represent us in battle."
"What is your name?"
Ji Yang Great Saint observed the young man with a look of approval.
"In response to Ancestor, this disciple is named Yulong Qingfeng."
The youth answered with deep respect.
Ji Yang Great Saint stroked his beard and remarked, "Ah, a lad from the Yulong clan. Go forth, and show the world the Dragon Taming Art, one of the four supreme techniques of our Dayan Holy Land."
"This disciple shall not fail the mission."
Yulong Qingfeng declared before turning away, leaping into the sky with a single bound.
Upon his arrival in the air, the peak aura of the Harmonization Realm surged from his body.
The True Intent manifesting from him transformed into a vast, surging ocean behind him. Enveloped by this True Intent, he resembled a sovereign of the deep seas.
Qin Qin, detecting the aura emanating from her opponent, spoke softly: "I recognize this aura; it appears the events of the past were indeed the work of the Yulong lineage from your Dayan Holy Land."
Yulong Qingfeng's expression remained cold and unbothered by her words. He replied indifferently, "What if it was? On the path of Cultivation, the strong devour the weak. Is it not natural for a powerful expert of a Holy Land to take what they desire from the mundane world?"
These words immediately sparked a massive commotion among the spectators.
Though the disciples from various Holy Lands secretly agreed with Yulong Qingfeng's logic, they still wore masks of contempt and began to jeer.
"Do not group us with your Yulong family; we do not stoop so low as to target the weak."
"They are but mere mortals; what pride is there in wiping out their clan? If you offered enough incentive, would they not simply surrender the treasure?"
Facing these comments, Qin Qin showed no sign of fury. She calmly stated, "Your logic is sound. Therefore, today I shall slaughter all of you weaklings."
"How arrogant! This Young Master shall see if you truly have the means to suppress the geniuses of my Yulong family!"
Yulong Qingfeng roared. The spirit beast bag at his hip glowed brightly, and a black flood dragon soared out from the storage space.
Roar!
The flood dragon let out a thunderous cry, radiating the powerful aura of the Nirvana Realm.
The gathered cultivators gasped at the sight.
"That Yulong boy has true talent; he can command a Nirvana Realm flood dragon while only being at the Harmonization Realm."
"I have heard the Yulong family possesses a secret art. When paired with a dragon, their combat strength can exceed the dragon's own cultivation level. Though he is but a Harmonization cultivator, ordinary Kings and Marquises would struggle against him."
Qin Qin remained silent, simply sitting cross-legged in the void with her fingers resting upon the zither strings.
She did not release her pressure, nor did she manifest her True Intent.
A bizarre spectacle unfolded in the sky: a blindfolded woman sat motionless, seemingly about to be consumed by the terrifying True Intent surrounding her.
Seeing her lack of movement, Yulong Qingfeng’s face darkened as he shouted, "You dare to despise me! Today, I will show you the ultimate secret of the Yulong family: Human-Dragon Union!"
With a fierce cry, Yulong Qingfeng jumped onto the flood dragon's head. Before the eyes of the crowd, his physical form began to merge into the dragon's brow.
The flood dragon's aura began to skyrocket, climbing rapidly from the first layer of Nirvana.
In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, only half of his torso remained visible, and the dragon’s power had already reached the sixth layer of Nirvana.
"Raging Sea Roar!"
Yulong Qingfeng bellowed, and the flood dragon exhaled massive, towering waves that surged toward Qin Qin.
Many onlookers already imagined Qin Qin being drowned by the crashing tides.
Clang!
Qin Qin lightly brushed the zither strings. With that single, effortless motion, the colossal waves in the sky froze instantly, hovering right above her head.
She did not strike another note, merely whispering three words.
"Next one."
As the words left her lips, the massive waves evaporated. A violent explosion followed as Yulong Qingfeng and his flood dragon were completely obliterated, their souls and bodies turned to dust.
Silence.
The entire arena fell into a deathly hush.
Every cultivator present stared at the white-robed woman in the sky with looks of pure shock.
Even those who doubted Qin Qin had expected a grueling struggle between the two.
No one anticipated that Yulong Qingfeng would be unable to withstand even a single casual strike.
"Great Dao Truth."
A Great Sage slowly uttered those three words.
This realization snapped the crowd out of their stupor.
While people instinctively wanted to gossip, they remembered that Shi Xuan had previously displayed the Great Dao Truth. It stood to reason that his senior sister would also have mastered it.
Suddenly, all eyes turned toward the representatives of the Dayan Holy Land.
The Dayan disciples looked toward the members of the Yulong family.
By now, the Yulong cultivators had lost their earlier bravado.
Yulong Qingfeng was considered one of the top ten talents of the younger generation.
Aside from that one person, no one felt confident they could have defeated Qingfeng in a single move.
With that thought, the Yulong disciples turned their gazes toward the man in the primary seat. He possessed a face like polished jade and carried an indescribable air of noble authority.
This man was the pinnacle of the Yulong family’s current generation and the Saint Son of the Dayan Holy Land—Yulong Zi.
"Who was it that offended this woman?"
Yulong Zi asked in a slow, measured tone.
"Re... Replying to Big Brother, it was me."
A youth lowered his head, his voice trembling with fear.
The crowd was stunned. This youth was Yulong Qingtian, the second-ranked genius of the Yulong family and a former Saint Son candidate who once rivaled Yulong Zi.
"Do not hang your head. The sons of the Yulong family never bow. If you lose your spirit, how can you ever hope to tame a true dragon?"
Yulong Zi scolded him, though his voice remained calm.
"Yes."
Yulong Qingtian obeyed and slowly straightened his posture.
"Very good."
Yulong Zi looked at his cousin and added indifferently, "Next time, ensure you are more thorough in your work."
Relief washed over Yulong Qingtian as he replied respectfully, "I hear and obey."
Yulong Zi said nothing more. He stepped out into the air, appearing in the center of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
His presence immediately commanded the world's attention. Standing in the sky like a descending monarch, he possessed a divine countenance that few dared to look upon directly, inspiring an instinctive urge to submit.
The older cultivators in the audience grew visibly excited at this development.
"Yulong Zi is finally stepping in."
"It has been decades since he last showed himself; I wonder how terrifying his strength has become."