Chapter 388: The Return of the Strong

Chapter 388: The Return of the Strong

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from behind, causing Hei Qing to roar in agony as his massive dragon body spiraled and plummeted towards Dragon Island below.

Qing Yan slowly withdrew his hand from Hei Qing's back, shaking off the bloodstains on his withered palm. His expression remained unchanged, a casual demeanor on his face. Then, with his hands behind his back, he flew towards the depths of Dragon Island.

"Heh, ignorant fool, I'll spare you today."

...

"Bastard!" Qi You, who was fighting in the distance, let out an angry roar. He surged with Dou Qi, his robes fluttering, and crackling sounds echoing from his body as he prepared to turn around and intercept Qing Yan's actions.

"Haha, trying to leave? Don't even think about it! Your opponent is me!" Xia Ao's movements didn't stop as he rushed forward, engaging in a fierce battle with Qi You, turning the space into darkness.

"Xia Ao!" Qi You shouted sharply, his eyes filled with killing intent, his pupils dilated, and his aura becoming wild and domineering.

Xia Ao remained composed, but his movements were swift, effortlessly neutralizing Qi You's aggressive attacks filled with killing intent.

"Hahaha, Qi You, you better stay put right here!"

"Qing Yan, if Zi Yan exists, it means that the Dragon Emperor hasn't died. Aren't you afraid of the Dragon Emperor's return and facing the consequences of your actions?!"

Zhu Li slapped away a half-dragon person, his aged voice resounding through Dragon Island. These words were not just meant for Qing Yan's ears.

Man Yan, who was fighting against Zhu Li, had a momentary change in his facial expression but quickly regained his composure.

"Don't spout nonsense! The fact that the Dragon Emperor hasn't returned with her already tells us a lot. It's likely that he can't come back anymore. Lord Dragon King is our only hope for unification. Barbarian Dragon Army, follow me and fight!"

Man Yan shouted loudly as if he was speaking to himself as well as the dragon soldiers around him. In any case, his words had a tremendous effect as the dragon soldiers fought with all their might, holding back Zhu Li.

Qing Yan strolled leisurely, moving through Eastern Dragon Island as if it were an uninhabited realm. Zhu Li's words had no effect on him.

In a few flickers, Qing Yan appeared near the volcano's crater.

Upon arriving, Qing Yan glanced at Xiao Ming, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the large cauldron. Then his gaze settled on the cauldron itself, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he muttered:

As the voice faded, a spatial rift opened beside Xiao Ming, and an old man wearing peculiar attire emerged from it.

The old man's face was covered in deep wrinkles, and his tiny eyes squinted, giving the impression of a withering tree. His hands were as small as a small folding fan, and each finger was thick as if they couldn't bend properly, with wrinkled skin resembling tree bark.

The moment this old man appeared, the aftermath of the battle between the purple demon puppet and Qing Yan instantly vanished, leaving no trace.

Witnessing this scene, Qing Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes were filled with wariness.

He couldn't see through the newcomer; he was definitely a formidable expert!

"Elder, this is an internal matter of our Ancient Void Dragon Tribe. Please refrain from intervening! The Dragon Kings will surely reward you generously in the future!" After contemplating for a moment, Qing Yan immediately spoke. Regardless, the three Dragon Kings had given them strict orders to bring back Zi Yan at all costs.

"Dragon Kings?" The old man seemed to have misheard and muttered to himself. Then, a smile appeared on his weathered face.

Just as Qing Yan thought his words were effective, the old man suddenly glanced at Zi Yan within the large cauldron. He then slowly said, "In our Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, there is only the Dragon Emperor. Where do these Dragon Kings come from? Daring to rebel with their inferior bloodline, they have quite the audacity!"

As the old man spoke, his voice transformed into a tremendous sound wave infused with Dou Qi, resonating through the sky. Consequently, the Ancient Void Dragons engaged in battle felt a dizzying sensation, involuntarily ceasing their actions and gazing towards the center of Dragon Island.

Even Zhu Li and Man Yan wore expressions of horror. The Dou Qi contained within that voice had already surpassed the Half-Saint stage!

"Poof!"

Qing Yan, who was closest to the elderly man, turned pale. His body ruptured, releasing billowing blood mist. The horrifying force caused a bitter taste in his throat, and he spewed a mouthful of blood, tumbling in a wretched state.

His figure quickly retreated upon landing, and he had already fled several miles away in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph! Since you've come, don't even think about leaving."

Qing Yan attempted to flee, but with a raise of the old man's small, withered hand, the surrounding space converged, enveloping Qing Yan within it.

Qing Yan didn't even have time to react; his body exploded in mid-air without even a chance to let out a scream!

Witnessing this scene, all the invading Ancient Void Dragons couldn't help but gulp nervously. Qing Yan was a Half-Saint powerhouse, yet he died so swiftly and carelessly!

Just as they hesitated whether to flee or not, an ancient voice resounded in their ears.

"I am Zhu Xun..."