novelweb Chapter 1362 Killing the Fiery Cloud Lion, Battle Against the Golden Flood Dragon 8th Prince
Chapter 1362 Killing the Fiery Cloud Lion, Battle Against the Golden Flood Dragon 8th Prince
"Sister, look! These are the people we siblings should befriend!" Li Wentian said excitedly, pointing at the Jiuli army, like a little fanboy meeting a big star.
The elder sister, Li Yuchan, gave a wry smile and said with great self-awareness, "The Nine Li Divine Sect is a top-tier sect. My brother and I are far too unworthy to be associated with their disciples. Even if you were shameless, they might not even give you a second glance."
"Sis, don't underestimate yourself. With your looks, I believe you can't win over the Nine Li Divine Son, but you can easily take down the ordinary disciples of the Nine Li Divine Sect, right?" Li Wentian grinned mischievously, trying to get his sister to sacrifice her looks and push her into a fire pit.
"Li Wentian, you should die!" Li Yuchan was furious and raised her jade foot to hit her younger brother.
Boom!
Just then, a deafening tremor suddenly resounded throughout the arena.
To everyone's surprise, Chen Yang actually fought back when faced with the giant claw of the Fire Cloud Lion, the mount of the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon, swiftly unleashing a fist the size of a sandbag.
He's completely disrespecting the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon!
The key point is that this punch was truly terrifying. It was incredibly powerful and fierce, bursting through the air with a deafening sonic boom, and flames erupted from the fist, making it resemble a fiery meteor falling into Earth's atmosphere.
Hey!
Feeling the power of Chen Yang's punch, the Fire Cloud Lion's face immediately showed horror, and it let out a roar.
The Eighth Prince Jin Jiao also had a very bad premonition.
However, the Fire Cloud Lion's huge paw had already reached Chen Yang, carrying a powerful forward momentum that made it impossible for him to retract or dodge.
"You bastard, stop right now! If you dare to damage my mount, I, Your Highness, will tear you to pieces and wipe out your entire family!" the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon threatened, his face full of ferocity.
As he spoke, he suddenly raised the golden spear in his hand, intending to thrust it at Chen Yang so that Chen Yang would stop.
Indeed, no one noticed that as soon as the Eighth Prince Jin Jiao uttered these words, Chen Yang's face darkened considerably, and his murderous aura intensified.
"Threatening me? Sorry, you've threatened the wrong person!"
Bang!
Chen Yang's fist, filled with rage, still landed on the Fire Cloud Lion's large paw.
Click!
The Fire Cloud Lion's rock-hard claws, as big as washbasins, were smashed apart by a single punch, shattering into countless pieces, spraying blood and flying flesh everywhere.
As the saying goes, "Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future."
Chen Yang did not press his advantage, but only smashed one of the Fire Cloud Lion's large paws, teaching it a lesson and giving it a way out.
Normally, given Chen Yang's volatile temper, this Fire Cloud Lion would surely be killed, its soul and body shattered.
It's also because this place is crowded with people, belonging to the Yaochi Holy Land, and full of hidden talents. Moreover, the other party is from the Golden Dragon Clan, which has a very powerful background. Chen Yang didn't want to make too much of a fuss, lest it bring trouble upon himself. He would just give them a small punishment as a warning.
Even so, everyone present was still stunned and couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.
First of all, no one expected Chen Yang to be so powerful that he could destroy one of the large claws of the Fire Cloud Lion, which was in the mid-stage of the Divine Realm, with a single punch.
This indicates that his cultivation level is at least at the late stage of the Divine Realm.
Considering he's only in his early twenties, yet possesses such a level of skill, he can definitely be considered a prodigy.
Secondly, no one expected him to be so ruthless. Even though he only destroyed one of the Fire Cloud Lion's large claws, he had completely offended the Golden Dragon Clan, and the consequences wouldn't be so easy.
His potential late-stage Divine Realm cultivation level is nothing compared to the Golden Dragon Clan. Any one of their elders could easily crush him into dust.
What he thought were steps to avert absurdity turned out to be a complete blockade, a slap in the face to the Golden Dragon Clan, and an attempt to force them into irreconcilable enmity.
"Ow ooh..."
One of its large paws was smashed open, blood gushing out. The Fire Cloud Lion was in excruciating pain, letting out a heart-wrenching scream. Its eyes, fixed on Chen Yang, were filled with intense hatred.
puff!
With a roar, the Fire Cloud Lion suddenly opened its blood-red maw and spat out a huge ball of flame that rushed towards Chen Yang like a raging torrent.
Boom boom boom!
Wherever the flames passed, the bluestone pavement was scorched red, seemingly about to melt into magma.
The heat waves in the air rolled even faster.
Those watching the battle quickly retreated; even standing dozens of meters away, they could feel the intense heat.
"You little beast, you're asking for death! You injured my mount, I won't let you get away with this!"
At the same time, the golden spear in the hand of the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon also suddenly thrust towards Chen Yang, aiming for Chen Yang's heart.
His spear thrust was truly aimed at killing, not just for show.
Even though this is the sacred land of Yaochi, the Golden Dragon Clan doesn't need a reason to kill. Moreover, he has ample reason.
The other members of the Golden Dragon Clan acted swiftly, waiting for their opportunity to strike at any moment.
Clang!
The sharp spearhead ripped through the sky, piercing the void and emitting a terrifying howl, like the roar of gods and demons.
One could even see a wisp of golden holy mark reviving, like a golden divine chain wrapped around the spear shaft, rustling and dazzling.
Hiss!
Everyone present paled and gasped in shock.
The Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon was truly enraged and wanted to kill someone in the street, even activating the sacred marks on his holy weapon.
Of the nine princes of the Golden Dragon Clan, the Eighth Prince, although ranked second to last, is not to be underestimated. He has already reached the late stage of the Divine Realm and is considered one of the best among his peers.
"Heh, is your Golden Dragon Clan always this unreasonable?" Chen Yang sneered.
"You dare to injure my mount? Today, I, Your Highness, will tear you to pieces, and even the Jade Pool Holy Land will not dare to say a word. You brought this upon yourself, so you have no one else to blame but yourself!" the Eighth Prince of the Golden Flood Dragon said with unparalleled force.
Awooooo!
The Fiery Cloud Lion let out an incredibly loud roar, and the flames in its mouth surged towards Chen Yang like a torrent.
Such a flame, with a temperature high enough to easily melt steel, caused everyone present to turn pale with fright and quickly scatter and retreat to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Following the flames, a golden spear also pierced fiercely toward Chen Yang's heart.
Previously, the Eighth Prince of the Golden Flood Dragon pierced and killed a golden eagle of the Divine Realm with a spear, and the scene of blood flowing freely is still vivid in everyone's mind.
History may very well repeat itself in a startling way, except this time the one killed will not be a beast, but a human being.
"What a fool. He could have just lowered his head, admitted his mistake, and that would have been enough. He had to act tough and fight back. Now look what happened, he's ruined himself." Li Wentian shook his head and sneered.
In his view, even if Chen Yang wasn't burned to death by the Flame Cloud Lion's flames, he would be stabbed to death by the Eighth Prince's spear, leaving him with no chance of survival.
"One of my promising cannon fodder has just vanished like that." Li Yuchan shook her head slightly, looking regretful.
Similarly, she didn't think Chen Yang deserved to live, because it was a certain death situation.
But the next second, something embarrassing happened.
when!
A clang of metal clashing resounded through the sky, the sound waves like thunder, instantly spreading throughout the entire ancient city.
Those present immediately covered their ears, feeling as if their eardrums were about to burst and their eardrums were being pierced.
Then, everyone looked on in disbelief, because Chen Yang had actually managed to block the golden spear of the Eighth Prince of the Golden Flood Dragon with his hand.
boom!
The spear missed its mark and pierced the ground, leaving a deep, bottomless pit in the bluestone pavement.
Immediately afterwards, facing the torrent of flames spewed from the mouth of the Fire Cloud Lion, Chen Yang neither dodged nor avoided, but clenched his fist and blasted it out to meet the flames.
Everyone witnessed an unbelievable scene: as Chen Yang threw a punch, the flames spewed from the Fire Cloud Lion's mouth were torn apart, and some even reversed.
His fist shattered everything in its path, hurtling towards the Fire Cloud Lion's head.
Chen Yang's intention was clear: he wanted to crush this arrogant lion who didn't know his place.
The Eighth Prince of Jinjiao saw this and was anxious, but he was at a loss for what to do.
"What do you want to do? Stop it right now!"
"That's practically suicide!"
"you dare!"
……
A group of Golden Dragon Clan members jumped up and down, trying to stop them.
But Chen Yang was too fast; they didn't have time to stop him.
Chen Yang's invincible iron fist seemed to possess unfathomable power, with a force exceeding a million tons, capable of easily blasting apart an aircraft carrier. One can only imagine the effect when this fist slammed into the Fire Cloud Lion's mouth.
Click!
The Fire Cloud Lion's mouth was first smashed open, then its huge head exploded, and finally its body was also destroyed, falling to pieces.
Blood stained the scene instantly, the bright red blood staining the entire road surface, and the smell of blood was pungent.
"Ah ah ah..."
The Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon was furious. When the Fire Cloud Lion was smashed to pieces, he leaped up and jumped off the Fire Cloud Lion's back.
Even so, he was still covered in blood and looked very disheveled.
When he was initially so arrogant, he never imagined it would lead to this outcome. There was actually a hothead who dared to defy the Golden Dragon Clan's authority and confront them head-on.
Chen Yang's golden fist was stained with blood, looking extremely gruesome.
This young man went from being nobody to becoming the focus of the entire event in an instant.
"Wow... this kid is so fierce! He's ruthless, incredibly ruthless! A real man, a true man! Sis, we misjudged him. This guy isn't cannon fodder at all." Li Wentian said excitedly to his sister Li Yuchan.
He was proud of his noble birth and looked down on Chen Yang from the beginning, but at this moment, he felt a sense of respect for him.
Throughout history, very few have dared to directly confront the majesty of the Golden Dragon Clan. To so openly and brazenly slap the Golden Dragon Clan's prince in the face like this is even rarer.
"So what if he's ruthless? He's brave but reckless, destined to go nowhere. Today is his death day. Even a god couldn't save him." Li Yuchan shook her head, her face full of disdain.
“That’s true. If we can’t survive, then everything else is meaningless,” Li Wentian said.
"I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble either. If you don't mess with me, all will be well. If you do, you'll regret it," Chen Yang said coldly, seemingly not taking the group of Golden Dragon Clan members in front of him seriously.
The crowd erupted in discussion, speculating about his identity and background to justify his confidence.
But apart from being a disciple of the four top sects, no one could think of any other background he might have.
But among the top disciples of the four top sects, there doesn't seem to be anyone like him.
"You killed my mount and still dare to threaten me? You are utterly arrogant! It seems that my Golden Dragon Clan has not killed enough people recently. Some Tom, Dick, and Harry dare to ride on my head and run wild." The Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon Clan roared in anger, his battle aura surging, and a huge dragon phantom appeared faintly behind him.
The spear in his hand also unleashed an even greater power, with strands of Dao patterns emerging, golden holy marks dancing, and the killing light at the tip of the spear surging out for more than three feet.
"Stop him! Don't let this brat get away. We have to make him give my Golden Dragon Clan an explanation," said a powerful member of the Golden Dragon Clan.
No matter what happens today, the Golden Dragon Clan has lost face big time. Only by killing Chen Yang can they salvage some dignity.
Whoosh!
In an instant, more than a dozen powerful Golden Dragon Clan members, riding savage beasts, surrounded Chen Yang, trapping him like a turtle in a jar.
Among these powerful members of the Golden Dragon Clan, there were many who had reached the Golden Core stage.
"Stop! There must be no fighting in the city!"
Suddenly, a group of armored soldiers charged in, accompanied by a deafening roar.
They were the guards of Yaochi Holy City, and their killing intent was intense; none of them were weak.
The leader, a burly man, was a Golden Core cultivator, with a powerful stride and wielding a bronze halberd, exuding an aura that seemed to soar to the heavens.
When these people rushed over quickly, even the powerful members of the Golden Dragon Clan had to be cautious.
If you really offend Yaochi, the consequences will be very serious.
In terms of foundation, Yaochi Holy Land surpasses the other three top sects.
Within the Holy City of Yaochi, there exists an even more terrifying protective formation, capable of killing even Golden Core cultivators.
"His life is mine. All of you, step back," the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon said to his clansmen.
He wanted to get back the face he had lost.
Then, he said to the Golden Core Guard Commander of the Yaochi Holy Land, "I will only fight him for five rounds. After five rounds, regardless of who wins or loses, today's matter will be over."
Before the Golden Core Guard Commander of Yaochi Holy City could even reply, he left a trail of afterimages behind him, wielding a golden spear, and launched a fierce attack on Chen Yang.
Upon seeing this, the Golden Core Guard Commander of Yaochi Holy City twitched at the corner of his eye.
But when the Golden Dragon Prince gave him a look, he had no choice but to give up.
In his view, the exchange of only five moves should not cause too much of a commotion, and everything was under control.
"kill!"
With lightning speed, the spear transformed into a golden lightning bolt, piercing towards Chen Yang's heart once more. A piercing sonic boom echoed through the void.
Chen Yang, with his bare hands, used the palm and fingers of his right hand as a knife to slash horizontally at the spear.
when!
The spear was parried again, shooting out a long string of sparks and producing a deafening sound.
At the same time, Chen Yang's other hand slashed horizontally towards the neck of the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon.
Everyone in the audience turned their heads in surprise. Chen Yang was able to withstand the spear of the Eighth Prince of the Golden Dragon with his bare hands, which showed how powerful his physical body was.
Even the Golden Dragon Prince and the Golden Core Guard Commander of Yaochi Holy City watched with great attention, their eyes filled with deep shock.
The key point is that Chen Yangming is only a Divine Realm cultivator on the surface, yet he possesses such abilities, which is truly unbelievable.