"Come on, let's go." Yun Xiao glanced over and saw two giant beast-like figures coming over from the Field of Shattered Starlight.
He and Feng Yao shared a smile. Slipping away to the left and right, they exited the brilliance and merged into the bustling crowds of Heavenly Deity Star Street, vanishing with a casual wave.
It was similar to a wandering Immortal, vanquishing evil every step with wine in hand, hiding both glory and name.
No sooner had Yun Xiao and Feng Yao disappeared than two figures suddenly emerged from the blinding radiance.
They were human shapes, yet they felt towering and immense, particularly the figure on the left.
He was a man clad in a black and gold dragon robe, the black fabric embroidered with golden dragons. His imperial presence dominated the entire scene.
He stood a full ten feet tall—a height equal to a one-story building. An ordinary man's head would only reach his waist, appearing as a child in his eyes.
Most striking was his mane of pure golden curls, crowned by a pair of golden dragon horns that soared upward, seeming to prop up the sky.
His nose was straight as a blade, and his cold, steely eyes bore down with immense pressure.
Compared to him, Long Qinyang—though extraordinary among the black dragon youths—was but a foot soldier, his aura crushed to dust under this man's divine might.
Beside the golden dragon man stood a woman of the Dragon Devil Clan.
Amazingly, she was nine feet tall, surpassing even the Great Mother in height. She too had golden hair and dragon horns. Her platinum celestial armor accentuated her fiery figure; her breastplate pushed up high, nearly bursting.
Though towering, her face was delicate and beautiful, radiating a noble and sacred aura—a goddess riding into battle.
Her vital energy surged like a giant beast standing upright.
The pair—one ten feet, the other nine—made a striking couple. The man was burly, and the woman was all curves. Yet their expressions were icy cold as they arrived, especially the golden ten-foot dragon man.
He cast his cold gaze around, sniffed the air, and in a deep voice that rumbled like a dragon, said, "I smell a burnt corpse. Long Qinyang has been killed."
"Young Dragon Lord, who would dare commit murder so brazenly on Heavenly Deity Star Street?" The nine-foot golden goddess' voice didn't match her heroic bearing—it was soft and sweet, like a little girl's, a stark contrast.
First and foremost, they'd lock down the Heavenly Deity Stellar Formation.
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"Disgusting. Truly disgusting. How can a clan be so revolting?" Feng Yao muttered.
She recalled the moment they had forced information out of that Dragon Devil clansman sent to shadow them. She was still fuming. Though nothing had happened yet, just the thought of being chased by a pack of rabid dogs trying to pin her down was sickening enough.
"Maybe it's destiny," Yun Xiao said. "Because of your special physique, you met me. And by sheer chance, you cultivated the Mortal Dust Blood Calamity, which awakened this aspect of your nature."
"Stop analyzing! I don't want to hear it," Feng Yao huffed.
"Then what do you want, ma'am?" Yun Xiao asked.
"I want you to kill them all!" she growled through clenched teeth.
"Ahem, heaven cherishes all life..."
"Kill!"
Seeing her flushed with anger, barely able to breathe, Yun Xiao could only hold his forehead. "Don't worry. Those who covet my woman will never meet a good end."
"Aren't I just your maid? Have I been promoted?" Feng Yao suddenly lightened up, stealing a sly glance at him.
"A maid is still a woman," Yun Xiao replied.
"Humph." With his assurance, Feng Yao felt at ease. She knew this domineering guy would never abandon her.
But she also understood that the Southern Divine Dragon Realm—a force as formidable as the entire Extreme Yin Celestial Realm—wouldn't be easy to deal with.
She frowned and asked, "We acted too late. Now this has probably spread to the Southern Divine Dragon Realm. What should we do?"
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