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
"Since we have gathered at the site of the Ten Sages Grand Competition, it is only fitting that we abide by its regulations," Chu Feng remarked with a faint smile, casually waving his feather fan.
"Does this include the risk of death?" the Dayan Holy Land Saint inquired bluntly.
Chu Feng appeared brimming with self-assurance. "Regardless of life or death, with no retribution to follow."
"Very well, the agreement is made," the Saint of the Dayan Holy Land declared, his attention shifting toward the assembly of disciples.
"Which among you desires to test the prowess of a Saint's true legacy?"
The moment he finished speaking, a young cultivator with a stern expression and sharp, blade-like eyebrows stepped out from the ranks.
Bowing with cupped fists toward his progenitor, he said, "Ancestor, this disciple is prepared to fight."
"State your name," the Ji Yang Great Saint said, looking upon the youth with a gaze of approval.
"In response to the Ancestor, I am Yulong Qingfeng," the young man replied with deep respect.
Stroking his beard, the Ji Yang Great Saint noted, "Ah, a lad from the Yulong family. Proceed, then. Show the world the Dragon Taming Art, one of the four supreme techniques of our Dayan Holy Land."
"This disciple will surely succeed in this task," Yulong Qingfeng vowed. He turned, stepped into the air, and ascended toward the heavens.
Upon his arrival in the sky, the powerful aura of a peak Harmonization Realm Cultivator surged from his body. Behind him, his True Intent manifested as a boundless ocean, making him appear like a sovereign of the deep seas.
Observing the energy coming from her opponent, Qin Qin spoke softly, "I recognize this aura; it appears the Yulong branch of your Dayan Holy Land was indeed responsible for what happened back then."
Yulong Qingfeng remained unmoved by her words, his expression cold as ice. "And what if we were? Strength dictates survival on the path of Cultivation. Is it not natural for a powerful Holy Land expert to seize a worldly treasure that catches their eye?"
The audience broke into a clamor at his blunt admission.
While many disciples from various Holy Lands privately agreed with his sentiment, they still showed outward contempt, mocking him openly.
"Do not associate us with your Yulong clan; we do not stoop to bullying the weak."
"They were merely common mortals; what honor is there in wiping out their family? If offered enough compensation, would they not have surrendered the prize?"
Qin Qin showed no sign of fury despite their words. She spoke slowly, "Your logic is sound. In that case, I shall slaughter all of you weaklings today."
"How dare you! 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, and a black flood dragon emerged from the storage space.
Roar!
The creature let out a deafening cry, releasing the intimidating aura of the Nirvana Realm.
The watching cultivators gasped at the sight.
"That Yulong youth is impressive; he can command a Nirvana Realm flood dragon while only being in the Harmonization Realm himself."
"I have heard the Yulong family possesses a secret art. When accompanied by a dragon, their combat strength can surpass the dragon's own level. Though he is but a Harmonization cultivator, even typical Kings and Marquises would struggle against him."
Qin Qin remained silent, sitting cross-legged in the air as she rested her fingers upon the zither strings. She did not release any overwhelming pressure or display her True Intent.
The sky presented a peculiar sight: a blindfolded woman stood surrounded by a terrifying ocean of True Intent that seemed ready to consume her at any moment.
Yulong Qingfeng’s face darkened at her lack of reaction. "You dare mock me? Witness the ultimate technique of my family: Human-Dragon Union!"
With a fierce cry, he leaped onto the head of the flood dragon. Before the eyes of the crowd, his physical form began to sink into the dragon’s forehead.
The flood dragon's aura began to skyrocket, climbing rapidly from the first layer of Nirvana. In less time than it takes to finish a cup of tea, only half of the youth remained visible, while the dragon’s power had already reached the sixth layer of Nirvana.
"Raging Sea Roar!" Yulong Qingfeng bellowed. The dragon opened its maw, unleashing massive, towering waves that crashed toward Qin Qin.
Many onlookers already imagined the woman being drowned by the celestial tide.
Clang!
Qin Qin brushed a single string. With that simple action, the enormous waves in the sky froze instantly, hanging motionless above her head.
She did not strike another note, only whispering three words.
"Next one."
As the words left her lips, the waves evaporated. A violent explosion followed as Yulong Qingfeng and his flood dragon were obliterated, their bodies and souls destroyed together.
Total silence followed.
The entire arena fell into a deathly hush as the cultivators stared in shock at the woman in white floating in the sky.
Even those who doubted Qin Qin had expected a grueling struggle. No one anticipated that Yulong Qingfeng would fall to a single, casual move.
"Great Dao Truth," a Great Sage murmured under his breath.
Those three words snapped the crowd out of their stupor. While people instinctively wanted to gossip, they remembered that Shi Xuan had already displayed such comprehension; it stood to reason his senior sister would be equally capable.
Suddenly, every eye turned toward the members of the Dayan Holy Land.
The Dayan disciples looked toward the Yulong family section, where the previous arrogance had vanished. Yulong Qingfeng was a top-tier genius among the youth; aside from one specific person, no one felt confident they could defeat him so easily.
All gazes eventually landed on a man in the primary seat. He possessed a face like polished jade and carried an indescribable air of nobility. This was Yulong Zi, the preeminent genius of his generation and the Saint Son of the Dayan Holy Land.
"Who was it that offended this woman?" Yulong Zi asked calmly.
"It... it was me, Big Brother," a young man replied, his head bowed in fear.
The crowd was stunned. This was Yulong Qingtian, the family's second-ranked talent and a former Saint Son candidate who once rivaled Yulong Zi.
"Do not hang your head. Descendants of the Yulong family never look down. If you lose your spirit, how can you claim the right to tame a true dragon?" Yulong Zi corrected him in a soft but firm tone.
"I understand," Yulong Qingtian said, slowly raising his gaze.
"Good," Yulong Zi replied, looking at his cousin. He added coldly, "Next time, ensure you finish the job more thoroughly."
Relieved, Yulong Qingtian bowed. "I shall follow your instructions."
Yulong Zi said nothing more. He stepped into the void and materialized on the battlefield in an instant. His presence commanded the world's attention; he stood like a sovereign king, making it difficult for others to look him in the eye, instilling an instinctive urge to submit.
The elders in the crowd grew visibly excited.
"Yulong Zi is taking the field."
"It has been decades since we saw him in action; I wonder how deep his Cultivation has become."