Chapter 700 - White Dragon Appears

Edited by Ea

“Shixiong–”

“Leave now!” Zhan Fengting raised his voice, and a pair of black eyes suddenly looked towards Hai Kuanglang.

“Your eyes–” Hai Kuanglang breathed. He actually saw those gentle black eyes turn into the light golden color unique to the dragon family.

Like water lines, the golden veins flew into those pure and aggressive eyes. After a short time, they were silent again. How was that possible?

Why… Why on earth is this?

Isn’t Zhan Fengting a human?

How is that possible?

However, now was not a good time to pursue this matter.

Hai Kuanglang gritted his teeth and held back his impulse to catch Zhan Fengting and ask what was going on. He shouted to the people who were running around or forced to fight with the evil spirits, “You all come with me! Go quickly!”

“Let’s go! Let’s hurry and follow Hai Kuanglang. This place will collapse soon!”

Longyao Lingheng flew to Longyao Lingguang and said, “Follow them and leave.”

Longyao Lingguang gnashed his teeth with hatred. “I don’t want to! I’m going to tear up all these bastards here!”

Longyao Lingheng said, “You can’t do it. These things may be afraid of blood, but the blood in your body is limited. It seems that Huarong Sword Immortal will stay behind as the rearguard. You will be much safer with Hai Kuanglang.”

Longyao Lingguang immediately said, “I don’t want to follow that bastard. Why should I follow him?”

“What bastard? Your life is more important right now. Don’t worry about other things.” Longyao Lingheng’s lips were turning blue. Obviously, he had lost too much blood. However, he had long found that if there was no blood in his attacks, then he couldn’t hurt those things at all. However, his blood was limited.

Longyao Lingguang’s eyes were red with anger. He looked at his fellow family members who were suffering more and more, and his heart was extremely miserable. Even though he had a bad temper and always made life difficult for Hai Kuanglang, he still wasn’t a wicked person; he always had strong feelings for his own people. Longyao Lingguang took a deep breath and said, “Okay, let’s go together.”

Longyao Lingheng shook his head. “I’ll stay behind too.”

“I’m the prince of the dragon clan.” Longyao Lingheng earnestly said, “I won’t chicken out.”

“If you stay, you’ll just throw away your life in vain.” Zhan Fengting appeared beside Longyao Lingheng. His voice was faint, but it brought a force and momentum that made Longyao Lingheng want to kneel down. “The real heir of the Longyao family was selected hundreds of years ago. That person is not you. Just look after the people around you.”

Longyao Lingheng looked into Zhan Fengting’s eyes and suddenly understood something. A strange and suffocating possibility flashed through his mind. He suddenly widened his eyes and cried out, “How is that possible? How can it possibly be you?”

Zhan Fengting said, “Why not me? Speaking of which, if that elder brother of yours didn’t drive me into the Holy Land Dragon Tomb back then, I wouldn’t have accepted the inheritance of the Dragon God so early. I should thank him.”

The shock in Longyao Lingheng’s eyes grew stronger. After a moment, he bit his lower lip, grabbed Longyao Lingguang’s arm, and said, “Let’s go.”

Longyao Lingguang came to his senses and murmured, “What do you mean? Why can’t I understand this?”

Longyao Lingheng said, “He is the true heir of the dragon clan. He has already obtained the inheritance.”

Longyao Lingguang couldn’t believe it. “What? Dage, what in the world are you talking about? I don’t believe it! What trick did you use? I don’t believe it. How can it possibly be Zhan Fengting?”

Even if the successor wasn’t his brother, it should still be someone else. In the worst case scenario, Hai Kuanglang would’ve become the heir. But how could it be a wild child picked up from the wilderness?

No, if he was just a human, then how could he have golden pupils?

“It’s him.” Longyao Lingheng gritted his teeth hard and said with difficulty, “He isn’t bleeding, but he could still kill those things. His bloodline is purer than all of ours.”

Zhan Fengting had a look of appreciation on his face. “If I didn’t exist, you would be the most suitable person to become the Dragon Emperor.”

Longyao Lingheng clenched his fist tightly, and finally took a look at Zhan Fengting. He said, “The winner becomes king, while the loser is nothing. There’s nothing more to say.”

With that, he took Longyao Lingguang, turned around, and called the others to leave together.

“Want to run?” Lord Yuxu looked at all the people who were gathering together and running to the northeast along with Hai Kuanglang. He couldn’t help but hook his lips. He created a hand seal with his fingers, cut open his palm, and dropped a few drops of blood on the ice. When the blood dripped on the ice, it scattered in the air like fog. The snow was covered with bloody fog, which soon disappeared, but it was everywhere.

Those fast evil spirits reacted as if they had heard an order. They turned their spears and rushed towards the group of fleeing people.

Zhan Fengting’s eyes were cold and his sleeves waved. The ice layer began to crack behind the last disciple who ran away, and then it lifted vigorously towards the back. An ice wall several feet high stood up layer by layer, blocking the way of the evil spirits. The ice wall was towering and frightening.

Hai Kuanglang suddenly turned back and looked at the shocking ice wall. He clenched his fist and stared at Zhan Fengting.

The sound of a dragon’s roar broke through the Ninth Heaven and soared.

Not only Hai Kuanglang, but the Longyao clan disciples all stopped in succession, looking at the huge white dragon in shock. That dragon looked exactly the same as the Dragon God’s true form, which was depicted on their mural.

It was a dragon!

A true dragon descended. It was an actual dragon!

Hai Kuanglang could hardly breathe. His face was pale and his eyes were red. He forced himself to turn around and growled, “Go.”

Apart from Lin Xuanzhi, there were several other high-level talents who had chosen to stay. These people were not necessarily from the Longyao family. However, they were entrusted by others and loyal to them. When the crisis was so urgent, they were bound to stay behind. But if there were people who stayed behind, there would naturally also be people who were afraid of death.

Yan Tianhen also stayed behind. He cultivated spiritual Qi, Demonic Qi, and evil Qi, and was once the last evil Qi cultivator in the world. Naturally, he knew better than anyone how to destroy evil spirits.

Without the Longyao clan’s younger generation to drag them down, Lin Xuanzhi and the others let go of themselves and slaughtered in the four directions. Often, with one move, they could kill a large number of evil spirits.

The most shocking person was Zhan Fengting.

He could even transform into a dragon with a long body, hovering and flying in mid-air. His body had white dragon scales reflecting the luster of ice and snow. Ice and snow were his weapons, and the seawater listened to his command. In addition, Zhan Fengting himself was an expert in illusion arrays, so he alone could seal half of the evil spirits. He re-condensed the ice layers to cover them, and then returned these evil spirits that woke up from their deep slumber and climbed out from under the ice back to their place.

Everyone watched this giant dragon, and their gazes subconsciously became reverent. When the disciples of the Longyao family came out of their mother’s womb, they were all eggs. After years of incubation, they would break out of their shell. At that time, they had no human form yet.

These little dragons, because of their thin bloodline, looked more like snakes than dragons. They had no horns on their heads and no scales on their bodies. They were not long enough or big enough or thick enough. How could they compare to even half of the Dragon God’s dignity and majesty?

But now, Zhan Fengting’s appearance was the closest to the legendary Dragon God. This was naturally exciting and amazing.

At the end of the Myriad Dao Era, the Dragon God died at the hands of the Demon Emperor. Since then, no more real dragons ever descended upon the world. There was once an ancient prophecy saying that if a real dragon reappeared in the Nine Lands, it would herald the beginning of a new Myriad Dao Era. Now that the real dragon was just in front of them, it wouldn’t be long before Sky Realm powerhouses descend upon the world again, after ten thousand years.

Although there were many evil creatures with human faces that couldn’t walk, their combat effectiveness was not strong. Moreover, they had been sealed for ten thousand years, and even if their evil Qi was still there, it had been diluted a lot. It was not difficult to truly destroy them with enough effort.

In a moment, there were only a few evil spirits left, so they didn’t have the courage to slaughter everything like before, and even began to flee in confusion.

Yan Tianhen immediately caught up and put out the last of the evil spirits, but his face was cold.

Yan Tianhen was facing Lord Yuxu, who had made great efforts in this battle. It was difficult to judge whether Lord Yuxu was showing all his strength, but as far as Yan Tianhen himself was concerned, in this kind of fight, he would never let people see the full extent of his abilities.

Yan Tianhen tried to predict other people’s actions based on his own actions. Thus, Lord Yuxu must have held back some strength. However, it was unclear how much he was holding back.

The reason why Yan Tianhen was paying attention to this person was because the cultivation method he showed was almost the same as that of Youshan Lingyu many years ago. It made Yan Tianhen wonder whether Lord Yuxu’s belief that he was Youshan Lingyu was the truth or a mere delusion.

In this world, how could there be two identical people?

Lord Yuxu happened to lift his eyes and look at Yan Tianhen.

They gazed at each other from a distance. Moments later, Yan Tianhen turned glanced away, and Lord Yuxu showed a playful smile. After the evil spirits were handled, for a while, no one spoke.

After a while, someone looked at Zhan Fengting, and there was still some excessive interest in his voice. He said, “I don’t know what to call this one?”

Zhan Fengting had returned to normal, and he was like a gentleman once more. “This humble one is Zhan Fengting.”

The man looked confused and said, “Dare to ask this Taoist friend — what is your relationship with the dragon clan?”

“Zhan Fengting? I’ve never heard of him.”

Yan Tianhen muttered in his heart, Zhan Shixiong’s appearance is really deceptive.

If he hadn’t just seen Zhan Fengting sweeping the army away after turning into a dragon, he never would have guessed that Zhan Fengting had such ferocity and dominance.

Zhan Fengting’s expression looked nonchalant, like pine and cypress or an orchid and bamboo. “I know everyone has doubts right now. Originally, my identity should not have been known to you so early, but now that the evil spirits have broken the seal, it has caused inconvenience to you. If I keep hiding my identity even after that, then it won’t be kind of me.”

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhan Fengting said, “My biological mother is Longyao Jing, the previous Holy Maiden of the Longyao clan. It is inconvenient to say more about who my father is.”

These great powers couldn’t help but all look at each other and gasp.

In particular, Yuquan, who had always regarded himself as the next Emperor’s advisor, lost his voice and said, “Impossible! Longyao Jing’s son is clearly Hai Kuanglang. This is something everyone knows. How can it be you? You are just an orphan His Majesty picked up from a border town. It’s… It’s impossible!”

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Sarah: Well, isn’t that a lovely plot twist XD and guys, we’ve hit the 700 mark!!!

Ea: This arc might as well be called “Who is Zhan Fengting?” Anyways, happy 700 chapters!