Master of the Demon Emperor

Sung—

Under the night sky, with the bright moon shining high, the dragon's roar was resoundingly loud, echoing over the Mandong River.

The tens of thousands of cultivators sitting in meditation by the riverside all opened their eyes excitedly and stood up, creating a magnificent scene.

"A True Dragon is born!"

"Where? Where?"

"If we could capture and kill this White Dragon, how wonderful it would be, its entire body is a treasure!"

"Once it emerges from the river, fellow cultivators, we will each rely on our skills!"

"We have waited almost half a month, finally, we are about to see the legendary dragon!"

The cultivators were unable to contain their excitement, even taking out their magic artifacts.

Su Yie's expression changed slightly, for some reason, he could hear a heartbeat from beneath the Mandong River.

True Dragon's Tendon!

Ever since he had merged with the True Dragon's Tendon, he had become akin to a humanoid True Dragon, able to sense the presence of other dragons.

He could even sense the emotions of that White Dragon.

It was afraid.

It was also expectant.

Afraid of the cultivators, yet expectant of Su Yie.

Su Yie frowned deeply, hesitating about whether he should save the White Dragon or not.

"It indeed is a True Dragon, with strong vitality," Han Yuan murmured as he stroked his chin, unfazed by the White Dragon, what they cared about was the Divine Physique Hall.

Fang Tian Divine Fist glanced around and said solemnly, "A Divine Sense is scanning us."

Divine Sense!

Only beings in the Astral Projection Realm could possess a Divine Sense.

Divine Sense could penetrate everything, checking spirit treasures, probing cultivation, calculating distances, and the like.

It was akin to a pair of invisible eyes capable of X-ray and telescopic vision!

"Finally, it's time for battle, I've been impatient for ages!" Ren Wokuang chuckled, he wanted to restore his pride in front of Su Yie and prove himself!

With a bang!

A white shadow suddenly leapt out of the Mandong River, exactly the White Dragon the cultivators sought!

With a head like a camel, antlers like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, ears like a cow, a neck like a snake, a belly like a clam, white scales like a carp, claws like an eagle, paws like a tiger, under the veil of night, its body shone with a faint light, arresting attention.

This was a True Dragon!

Similar to the Hua Xia Divine Dragon known to Su Yie, except it was not a Five-Clawed Gold Dragon, but a majestic White Dragon!

This White Dragon, ten units long, was howling at the bright moon.

"Attack!"

The cultivators leaped up in unison, some flying directly through the air, others using magic artifacts, all eagerly racing towards the White Dragon.

The White Dragon's eyes were clear, as it watched the tens of thousands of cultivators suddenly open its draconian maw and spat out blazing flames, illuminating the night sky above the Mandong River.

The flames surged like river waves, moving swiftly. The leading cultivators, being very powerful, quickly dodged. Those at the back, however, were not so lucky. Dozens of cultivators were engulfed by the dragon flames immediately, their screams echoing through the night.

The White Dragon turned its head towards Su Yie and, twisting its draconian body, charged towards him.

But it was quickly surrounded by cultivators, and a fierce battle erupted instantly.

Even though the White Dragon was a Demon King of the Astral Projection Realm, it struggled to overcome so many cultivators and was soon at a disadvantage.

The cultivators fought while cursively yelling at each other, fearing someone might steal the Dragon Pill.

The Dragon Pill, also known as a Dragon Ball.

Equivalent to a Monster's Demon Core, it was a byproduct formed from concentrated demonic power, and was the most precious part of a monster's physical body, including in dragons, belonging to the most valuable part within the dragon's body.

A single Dragon Pill was worth a fortune!

Various spells hit the White Dragon, causing it to bleed profusely and continuously emit pained shrieks, an incredibly mournful sound.

Su Yie couldn't bear it any longer, and with a stomp of his right foot, he leaped up.

The Zhou Wu Sword and Sword of Defeated Grudges appeared in his hands simultaneously as he used his divine skills to reach above the White Dragon's head.

With a sweep of the twin swords, Sword Qi swept across, blowing all the surrounding Cultivators away.

"He really couldn't hold back."

Han Yuandao shook his head and chuckled, just as Su Yie had managed to lure out the experts of the Divine Physique Hall who were hidden in the shadows.

Ren Wokuang and Fang Tian Divine Fist weren't worried either; these cultivators, at their strongest, were only in the Nascent Soul Realm, how could they be opponents for Su Yie?

"Scram!"

Su Yie roared furiously, his voice resonating like a dragon's chant, even more domineering than the roar of the White Dragon, terrifying thousands of cultivators so much that most of them retreated like the tide.

A few cultivators still remained in place, gritting their teeth as they glared at Su Yie.

"Demon, what do you want to do?"

An elderly cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm demanded angrily, his Golden Staff trembling in his hands, betraying his inner fear.

Although Su Yie was a Condensed Spirit Demon King, his vitality was so formidable that he was capable of challenging fighters in the Astral Projection Realm — how could they, mere Nascent Soul cultivators, resist him?

"Do you want to die?"

Su Yie glanced at him, asking coldly.

Even under the veil of night, the chill in his eyes could be seen by the old man, frightening him into retreating, no longer daring to speak.

Standing miserably pressed under Su Yie's foot, the White Dragon did not show anger but instead displayed a submissive expression, incessantly growling like a child crying to its parents.

Seeing that the cultivators still harbored ill intentions, merely retreating without ceasing their encirclement, Su Yie grew angry.

The Zhou Wu Sword and Sword of Defeated Grudges flew from his hands, followed swiftly by other treasured swords flying out from his body, circling above his head and forming a circle with their points facing outward.

Buzz—

All the treasured swords began to replicate, with the sword energy wildly bursting forth, affecting all the cultivators.

"How could this demon's Sword Qi be so powerful?"

"Can the Demon Clan also have such strong swordsmen?"

"We can't let him succeed!"

"We've been squatting here for so long, are we going to let him steal our opportunity? He just got here today!"

"No, we can't endure this!"

The cultivators encouraged each other, preparing to attack together.

Just then, an extremely powerful aura transmitted from the forests on the left side of the Mandong River.

Beyond the Nascent Soul Realm!

They saw a man in blue clothes with his hands clasped behind his back, walking on air towards them, dashing and handsome, looking like a charming prince.

His appearance excited the cultivators.

"It's Lord Qiao from the Divine Physique Hall! Qiao Rufei! Ranked forty-seventh on the Heavenly Ranking List!"

Someone exclaimed, then quickly clamped his mouth shut, afraid of offending Qiao Rufei.

Qiao Rufei was the leader of this branch of the Divine Physique Hall, and a famed genius of the hall, ranked forty-seventh on the Heavenly Ranking List!

The so-called Heavenly Ranking List recorded the talents of the Human and Demon Clans in the Eastern Lands, including Human Clan prodigies under one hundred years old and Demon Clan prodigies under five hundred years old.

The reason for the difference in age restrictions was because humans, as the most spiritually adept of all beings, inherently possessed talents unlike those of other races.

Su Yie had heard of the Heavenly Ranking List, but he didn't care much for it as it wasn't as prestigious as the Worldly Renowned Register.

"Demon, you dare to covet this White Dragon as well?"

Qiao Rufei spoke while moving through the air.

His voice was gentle, but his words were domineering, making the cultivators cheer for him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Rufei leaped over all the cultivators to approach Su Yie and the White Dragon.

He looked at Su Yie with a smiling face, seemingly gentle and unconcerned about Su Yie's ability to escape.

Just then, Ren Wokuang, Fang Tian Divine Fist, and Han Yuandao suddenly appeared behind him.

He turned his head instinctively, his face turning to shock as he tremulously said, "Fang… Fang Tian…"