Chapter 0: 27. The Dragon Saint Awakens Fiercely
Upon hearing this, Fuling Mountain’s eyes widened in shock. His invisible divine sense spread out like flowing water, meticulously and repeatedly confirming, yet he found nothing. After all, once she entered the sleep state, Qingyu’s every trace would be completely sealed. Back then, the first time Qin Gou went to the Central Palace of Dragon God Island, it took him a long time to find her.
“Bluffing is the act of the weak. I never expected you, Qin Gou, to reach this day!” Fuling Mountain stood proudly in mid-air with his arms crossed. His eyes, dark as still water, stared intently at Qin Gou, as if trying to see through him completely.
“You seem to know me well?” Qin Gou’s tone was calm.
But this simple sentence seemed to ignite the raging inferno in Fuling Mountain’s heart. “It seems that something unexpected happened to you and the Nine Saint Monarch… But the humiliation you two brought me back then is still etched in my memory, driving me to madness!”
Fuling Mountain suddenly struck out with a palm from afar, and the wind and clouds changed. Qin Gou immediately mobilized his spiritual power with all his might and retreated rapidly. After barely withstanding this blow, his face turned as pale as paper. The gap in their cultivation was indeed significant. What was most fatal, however, was that Qin Gou had to divide his attention to resist the Profound Realm imprint and constantly guard against Fuling Mountain from controlling Duoyu again, placing him in a very passive position.
“Although if I could do it all over again, and I hadn’t coveted the celestial divine meteorite you used to forge that set of ‘Ban Qin Saber’, perhaps all the subsequent misfortunes wouldn’t have happened to me, but I still have no regrets!” Fuling Mountain’s eyes blazed with astonishing killing intent, gnashing his teeth, “As the foremost Abyssal Forger, that celestial divine meteorite could only unleash its true value in my hands, not be wasted by two fools like you and the Nine Saint Monarch!”
“How laughable that the Nine Saint Monarch actually said, ‘What she wanted was never an invincible Emperor Weapon in this world, but something precious only when forged by a special person’s hands, which would make her happy,’ using such insincere nonsense to fob me off and disregard the reputation of me, a generation’s master forger! All of this was forced upon me by her!”
Upon hearing this, Qin Gou fell silent for a moment. Now, he had gradually come to understand the exceedingly unconventional and unrestrained personality of the woman named ‘Luo Wei Ban’. Even the Demon God of legend was not taken seriously by her, so what was a sacred artifact of forging in the eyes of others? Therefore, she was truly capable of doing such a thing.
“But I believe that must have been the Nine Saint Monarch’s sincere words.” Qin Gou’s thoughts became clear, and he couldn’t help but smile knowingly.
“You!” Fuling Mountain’s eyes widened. In an instant, his extreme anger turned into a laugh. “None of that matters anymore. What matters is that I escaped disaster back then! I wonder if you are now regretting your foolishness for letting me go?”
“I’m asking you… Nine Saint Monarch!” Fuling Mountain suddenly thrust a palm towards Ao Banwei’s location, and a massive demonic hammer, enveloped in black mist and the size of a mountain, crashed down.
“Whoosh!” A series of semi-transparent soul-fixing threads shot out under the control of Qin Yuan and Mu Tangchun. Li Yuanzhen’s sword energy was like a rainbow, Little White Dragon revealed its true form, Yi Chengying moved like a phantom, and everyone resisted with all their might.
Then, a delicate shout was heard. “Immeasurable Sword!” Bai Yunxi, the Peak Master of Evil Slaying Peak, had a face as cold as frost. Gu Feiyan stood beside her, a hint of faint pink flashing across her eyes, quickly pointing out a precise and advantageous position for Bai Yunxi. In an instant, Bai Yunxi’s treasured sword in her palm grew with the wind, and the huge icy shadow fiercely slashed down on the black mist demonic hammer, emitting a deafening clang. The two incredibly powerful weapons actually showed cracks simultaneously.
But, the only difference was… This was already Bai Yunxi’s full-powered strike. To Fuling Mountain, with a single thought, he instantly restored the demonic hammer to its original state amidst the rolling black mist and struck down again with extreme speed!
“Is that all you’ve got? It seems times have truly changed.” Fuling Mountain’s eyes were filled with mockery, and he burst into an extremely hearty laugh.
“Is that so?”
“Boom!” The sky-shattering explosion caused Fuling Mountain’s laughter to come to an abrupt halt. The violent spiritual energy storm instantly shattered the demonic hammer, and the thick black mist was swept away clean. The sky seemed to have become much clearer, and standing between Fuling Mountain and Ao Banwei and the others, as if a divine weapon had descended, was Qin Gou, standing straight.
“When did you…” Fuling Mountain’s expression was one of shock and anger. With just one move, he had shattered his demonic hammer, which possessed extremely strong self-recovery abilities. This was by no means something a simple Dao Comprehension Realm cultivator could achieve.
“Something’s wrong, your aura is… the might of a Realm Lord?!” Fuling Mountain exclaimed in disbelief. After sensing carefully, he unexpectedly felt a thread of pure and peerless Realm Lord power from the residual spiritual power fluctuations of Qin Gou! What realm was this guy in?!
“You don’t need to know.” While thinking about how Xiao Chong, whom he had finally managed to feed, must be rolling on the floor in heartache in the Rouge Space now, Qin Gou flicked his sleeve with a sharp gaze. “Hearing you say that you were once defeated by me, were mercifully let go, yet still harbor resentment, then this time… I shall cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!”
“Presumptuous! Qin Gou, it seems I must get a little serious now and let you all truly witness the difference between an ant and a god!” Fuling Mountain roared, a touch of madness appearing in his expression as he suddenly raised both arms high.
In an instant, strange black clouds pressed in, obscuring the sky and the sun. The vast sky suddenly grew dark, and endless dragon-like vengeful thunder flickered and writhed within the clouds. “Familiar, Qin Gou? The power of lightning! Isn’t this precisely the killing method you have always been proud of? Today, I will make you truly savor the pain of being bathed in this sea of thunder!”
“Lightning Arts? Stop!” Qin Gou’s eyes widened in shock.
“What? Qin Gou, are you finally scared? Want to beg for mercy? Unfortunately, it’s too late!” Fuling Mountain burst into extremely triumphant laughter, his eyes filled with playful mockery.
“Fool! This kind of unique vengeful thunder will…” However, Qin Gou’s words were not finished. The Heavenly Punishment Vengeful Thunder, which dimmed all things, poured down like a galaxy, instantly engulfing him. Zi Dian of Dragon God Island once said that apart from some lightning arts with overly special attributes, the precious body of Dragon Saint Qingyu was immune to ordinary wind and thunder techniques. Therefore, Zi Dian had not been able to awaken her alone back then. This kind of vengeful thunder, infused with a massive amount of heaven and earth resentment, happened to be a special category, making her very sensitive to it. It was like a curious child who had discovered a new flavor of candy.
“Fuling Mountain, do you know what you’ve done?!” The speed of the pouring lightning was so fast that there was no time to react. When the earth-shattering, terrifying sea of thunder dissipated, Qin Gou immediately questioned him with a face as dark as water.
“What?” Fuling Mountain did not understand Qin Gou’s question. His face was filled with shock, which was entirely due to Qin Gou’s current state… miraculously unharmed.
“You wanted a fight, and I naturally obliged. But you shouldn’t have woken up my spirit pet!” At these words, Qin Gou himself couldn’t help but laugh in anger.
Fuling Mountain froze for a moment, feeling immensely humiliated, and roared fiercely, “Little beast, I’m not afraid of you, why would I be afraid of your spirit pet?!”
“Scum, you certainly should be afraid.” A cold snort, filled with the irritability of just waking up, sounded. Unbeknownst to them, Dragon Saint Qingyu placed a palm on Fuling Mountain’s shoulder. The sharp silver eyes, like blades, gleamed with a fierce cold light.
