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For a long time, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the thunderstorm began to fade away. A golden dragon appeared in the air, but it looked somewhat weak.
"Ha ha ha, I did it! I succeeded!" Pudu Cihang shouted excitedly.
"Hmph, you’re celebrating too early," a gloomy voice echoed.
Pudu Cihang was startled and turned to see himself surrounded by four old men. He was taken aback; these were four Ren Xian, and he had just undergone his tribulation—he couldn’t possibly defeat them now.
"Heishui Da Wang? Where are you?" Pudu Cihang panicked, looking around but not spotting Hei Jiao.
His anxiety intensified as he cursed himself for being so hasty; he shouldn’t have trusted that person’s words.
The old men frowned. "Who are you calling? There’s no one here."
Pudu Cihang angrily cursed, "Heishui Da Wang, you treacherous scoundrel! You deserve to die!"
"Let’s take action; don’t wait for him to recover," one of the old men said coldly, his eyes glinting with malice. "Let’s attack together and kill him!"
The four old men unleashed a powerful aura, executing their strongest attacks.
Fear flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes as a brilliant light enveloped him; he tried to withstand their onslaught.
The sound of explosions roared as the light quickly dimmed, and Pudu Cihang was sent flying through the air. His scales flew off, and his flesh was mangled—an utterly horrific sight.
"Damn it!" Pudu Cihang screamed in agony.
At that moment, a Daoist figure suddenly appeared beside him.
"What do you want?" Pudu Cihang nearly jumped out of his skin, staring in terror at Hei Jiao.
Hei Jiao smiled slightly and raised his hand. "I’m sending you to the Western Paradise," he said. With that, his palm transformed into a pitch-black dragon claw and struck fiercely at Pudu Cihang's head.
With a sound like a watermelon bursting, Pudu Cihang's golden dragon head exploded, shattering even the divine essence within.
Hei Jiao opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply; the headless golden corpse shrank and was drawn into his mouth.
Hei Jiao nodded in satisfaction.
At that moment, a golden beam suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped Hei Jiao. He shuddered as a terrifying aura surged around him. Ang Hei Jiao let out a furious roar towards the heavens, rapidly transforming into a massive five-zhang Hei Jiao. His three-clawed dragon paws morphed into five, and his power increased exponentially. He felt overwhelmingly strong, as if he could pierce a hole through the sky.
Of course, this was merely an illusion.
The four Old Men stared in shock at Hei Jiao, bewildered by his sudden appearance. Not only had he slain the Golden Dragon, but his aura clearly surpassed that of Pudu Cihang by an unknown margin. They exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next.
"Do you recognize this Jiao Long?" one asked.
"No, I've never seen him before," another replied.
"He helped us kill the demons; he shouldn't be our enemy," a third one suggested.
Hei Jiao shifted his gaze towards the four men. His immense form made them tremble involuntarily, causing them to take a step back.
"Dragon King, may I ask what brings you to the capital?" one of the Old Men ventured cautiously.
The Black Jiao Long looked at them with indifferent eyes. "Nothing much; I came to kill."
"Killing?" The four were taken aback. "Dragon King, who do you intend to kill? You need not dirty your hands; we can handle it for you," one Old Man offered with a forced smile.
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