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The Dragon King on the Golden Seat looked very displeased. Humiliated in public like this, he felt unable to show his face. Back then, Long Xiao Wu had been bullied everywhere; if it weren't for his protection, he would have been beaten into a cripple by the other Dragon Boys. Now that he had returned after his training, he brought along a few so-called geniuses, one of whom boldly referred to himself as the Rebel Son in front of him. Wasn't that just showing off in front of an expert?
"Anyone who tries to stop me will take my position as the Dragon King, but only if they can defeat me under my full power," the Dragon King declared. After all, it wasn't his life on the line, so why should he care?
"Alright!" The young man praised him and bowed, saying, "Wise Dragon King."
However, at this moment, Song Baliang felt a bit intimidated. He sent a message to Zhao Yang: "Junior Brother, seeing how arrogant he is, do you think I can defeat him?"
Zhao Yang replied, "I don't know if you can beat him or not; he's two realms above me, and I definitely can't win."
"What? Why didn't you say so earlier? The physique of a dragon is naturally hundreds of times stronger than that of a human. If he transforms into a dragon and eats me, can't you just turn him into a sheep?"
"The elders present are all experts in the Tribulation Period, especially the Grand Elder and the Dragon King, whose cultivation is at Transcendence Stage Great Perfection. Their power is no less than that of the Demon Empress. Do you think they wouldn't notice if I used the Transform into Sheep Technique?"
"Then lend me your Dao Artifact," Song Baliang hesitated for a moment. To ensure success, he felt it was better to be cautious.
So Zhao Yang lent him the Sixteen Supreme Killing Swords and Inch of Light. Seeing this scene, Yu Qingsnow said, "Song Shixiong, let me lend you the Heavenly Harmony Bell as well."
Song Baliang quickly waved his hands, blushing as he said, "No need for that; Amitabha, my apologies."
Dragon Youth Long Xuan looked on with disdain and said, "Trash is just trash. I really don't understand why Long Xiao Wu always associates with others who are just as useless!"
The surrounding Dragon Youth laughed. One of them remarked, "Dragons have nine sons, each different. Dragon Rising, Long Yu, Long Qing, and Dragon Battle are all geniuses of our clan; there's no doubt about that. Dragon Rising is even an expert in the Tribulation Period. Only Long Xiao Wu is foolishly plump and naturally brings laughter; he is truly a disgrace to our dragon clan."
Long Xiao Wu's face turned red with embarrassment upon hearing this. Because he was overweight, he had often been bullied by these people when he was younger; even flying was difficult for him. Although their dragon clan was united, they did not look kindly upon those who held them back—even if he was the son of the clan leader.
"The Dragon Temple is the sacred ground of my Dragon Clan. If your filthy blood stains the floor, it would be an insult to our kind!" Long Xuan declared, stepping out of the Dragon Temple with his hands clasped behind his back, turning his back to the crowd.
However, suddenly, Long Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and quickly channeled his dragon energy to dart aside.
Boom!
A Golden Body Arhat descended from the sky, smashing into the ground and creating a terrifying crater.
"You seek death, daring to ambush me!" Long Xuan shouted, standing atop a divine platform, his expression filled with fury.
Now fully transformed into a Golden Body Arhat, Song Baliang revealed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, resembling an evil Buddha, exuding an intimidating aura.
The expressions of everyone in the Dragon Temple shifted slightly; even Zhao Yang and others were taken aback by the overwhelming presence radiating from Song Baliang!
With golden light shining in his eyes, Song Baliang slowly spoke, "This battle marks my first since entering the Mahayana stage. Naturally, I must be cautious. Therefore, I will begin by using my strongest Divine Power, Indestructible Body. This is the highest Body Refinement realm in Buddhism, with physical strength surpassing that of a Vajra. Moreover, I have refined Dao Artifacts over these years. Don't think that just because you are a dragon in the Mahayana stage or even in the Tribulation Period that I fear you!"
"Anyone can boast; your words mean nothing! What does it matter how strong you are?" Long Xuan retorted. He sensed the power of this human but remained unconvinced that humanity could surpass him. Besides, as a dragon, his flying ability surpassed all cultivators; even if he couldn't win, he could ensure he wouldn't lose.
Song Baliang's aura intensified further. His indomitable body remained motionless while his spacious monk robes fluttered without wind, making a resonant sound. With his hands slightly pressed together, sixteen Peerless Celestial Swords erupted from the ground, forming an unparalleled killing formation that trapped both Long Xuan and Song Baliang within.
Although Long Xuan recognized the extraordinary nature of the Peerless Killing Sword, he still smiled and said, "You've trapped yourself in your own sword formation; do you really think you've got me cornered?"
Long Xuan was unafraid, but several Old Dragons in the Dragon Temple displayed expressions of great alarm. "Those are the sixteen Peerless Killing Swords forged by the Refining Sect's Supreme Masters! If this Bald One uses them, Xuanyuan is surely doomed! The Peerless Killing Sword has slain dragons before!"
As the formation of swords was activated, Song Baliang chanted a Buddhist mantra and summoned an object from the Qi Sea, revealing his Supreme Dao Artifact, the Demon-Subduing Staff.
The moment this artifact appeared, Long Xuan's expression turned serious. Although the Demon-Subduing Staff was meant to subdue demons, it actually suppressed any race other than humans. The staff had once shone brightly in the cultivation world but was later seized by the demon army and integrated into the Demon Abyss of the demon clan's Ancestral Land. The method of refining it had long been lost, so it was astonishing that someone possessed the Demon-Subduing Staff today!
"What good is a Dao Artifact? It all depends on who wields it!" Long Xuan shouted, launching a punch at Song Baliang. The powerful dragon aura radiated heat that everyone could feel; even a human cultivator at the same level would be severely injured if not killed!
As expected, when Song Baliang's palm met Long Xuan's fist, a loud crack echoed through the air, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream.
However, the scream did not come from Song Baliang but from Long Xuan.
Song Baliang remained unmoved as he grasped Long Xuan's fist and twisted it sharply, followed by another punch aimed at Long Xuan's chin.
With a thud!
Even though Long Xuan instantly activated his dragon clan Divine Power for defense, facing the astonishing martial prowess of Song Baliang at such close range felt like being struck by a block of soft tofu—his teeth shattered and blood splattered!
"I told you I would act cautiously and use my strongest state right away. This state cannot be maintained for long, so if you hold back and end up dying at my hands, don't blame Buddha for killing you like a hairless beast!" Song Baliang declared sternly.
The dragon clan members on Dragon Temple were furious because Song Baliang had insulted them as hairless beasts; after all, they were beings comparable to deities!
"Xuan'er, transform into your dragon form and tear this monk apart!" Third Elder scolded angrily.
"Tear me apart? I might as well tear him apart! A dragon is still just a dragon; no matter how strong they are by nature, they can't compare to my human superiority. This little Dragon Path has gone a bit off course, but his temperament suits my taste. From now on, he can be my mount!"
"What?"
"Bold!"
The Dragon Clan erupted in an uproar, all of them loudly reprimanding. Indeed, during the Ancient Immortal era, there were individuals who tamed members of the Dragon Clan as mounts, but those individuals possessed extraordinary abilities and had long since ascended to the heavens. For countless years afterward, many sought to tame dragons as mounts, yet any sect that dared harbor such ill intentions would be annihilated under the full might of the Dragon Clan. Now, this young man in the Mahayana stage had the audacity to boast about capturing a dragon from their clan as a mount in front of all the dragons!
Long Xuan also let out a furious roar, releasing a tremendous dragon's roar before suddenly transforming into a colossal dragon over a thousand feet long, opening its mouth to swallow Song Baliang.
Song Baliang was immediately engulfed by the azure dragon. The corners of the dragon's mouth curled slightly, revealing an absurdly comical smile.
"Is that all?"
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang watched with a beaming smile, nearly applauding in delight.
"This is bad!" several Old Dragons in the Dragon Temple exclaimed in alarm.
Then, with a sudden 'thud,' a flying knife shot out from the back of the azure dragon, gleaming coldly and moving with incredible agility. Following that, a golden light shot out as well. Song Baliang pressed his palms together, his face resembling an enraged Buddha, and with a powerful punch, he struck down on the azure dragon, sending it crashing into the ground.
The anguished cries of the dragon echoed as a divine dragon swept its tail towards Song Baliang. Unfazed, Song Baliang wrapped his arms around the dragon's tail and was flung back a hundred meters with a loud smack. However, he held on tightly to the tail!
Roar!
With a mighty roar, Song Baliang's muscles bulged like explosions as he exerted force, hurling the azure dragon into the air. The dragon soared upward, but the fierce light of an unparalleled sword formation swept across, stripping several scales from its body.
Song Baliang looked up, his calves bending as he suddenly sprang up with incredible speed, like a bullet. Long Xuan only saw a flash of golden light before feeling another presence above him.
Furious, Long Xuan could not tolerate the humiliation of being ridden by someone else; he thrashed wildly, trying to throw Song Baliang off.
However, Song Baliang was like an enraged Vajra, striking down at the dragon's head. Blood burst from the massive azure dragon's skull as it fell to the ground.
"Bold one, do not harm my grandson!" roared an Old Dragon, preparing to retaliate.
A soft cough came from the Dragon King, causing the Old Dragon to halt. Angrily, he said, "As the ruler of the dragon clan, can the Dragon King really stand by while a talented member of our race is killed by an outsider?"
"Old fellow, I have no intention of killing your grandson. I merely wish to take him as my mount. He simply refuses to submit and needs to be taught a lesson. He was the one who insisted that no one else intervene. If you want to maintain your dignity as a dragon, then don’t embarrass yourself further. I won’t kill him. I initially thought dragons would be formidable; I even borrowed a few Dao Artifacts. Who would have thought that with just my two hands, I could reduce him to a mere worm? I haven't even used my Supreme Dao Artifact yet. Under the Demon-Subduing Staff, do you believe I could smash his head flat?"
"I don't believe it!"
"You don't believe it? Then I'll unleash a massacre!" Upon hearing someone express disbelief, Song Baliang raised his Demon-Subduing Staff ready to strike down.
"Wait!" The Grand Elder stopped Song Baliang, puzzled by how easily Long Xuan was being defeated. But he was even more curious about who had said they didn't believe it. "Who said they don't believe it? What grudge do you hold? Do you want Xuan dead?!"
"Enough! The outcome has been decided; you should stop now, Bald." The Dragon King on the Golden Seat spoke with authority.
"To answer the Dragon King, my name is Song Baliang." Song Baliang stood tall, his foot still planted on the head of the now human-form Long Xuan.
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