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At the bottom of the Cold Pond, a poisonous dragon with lumps beneath its scales and a tumor on its head coiled angrily around the stone pillar, saying:
"You younglings know not the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth! Daring to bully this monarch!"
Among the demonic creatures, those transformed great demons with three to eight thousand years of cultivation can call themselves monarchs, establish caves, and govern a region.
In more isolated places, they can still enjoy offerings, have temples and statues erected, and yearly receive boys and girls for consumption.
In villages around the Nu Yun River in Yihai Prefecture, the Piggy Dragon was worshiped long ago. The witch aided the oppressor, declaring it the true Water Monarch, deceiving the people to gather money for sacrifices and forcing the innocent into the river.
"If it weren’t for Zhao Pijiang’s heavy influence, I would have swallowed him alive!"
The poisonous dragon, who named itself Shuoyun Monarch, only felt a moment of anger, realizing it couldn’t afford to provoke the Divine Power Giant. If it really harmed Pei Yuanqing, its end would surely be tragic.
It quietly shrank to the bottom of the Thousand-Foot Pool, silently enduring despite whatever noise the boy surnamed Pei made.
After all, the Cold Pond Water was deep, even the Four Cultivation Grandmasters found it hard to split the waves and approach.
In its mind, it pondered whether it should move, as it had a brother over by Fulong Mountain, also a Demon Monarch, named Black Viper.
Perhaps seeking refuge there would result in a more stable and comfortable life.
"As people act, the heavens observe! Sooner or later, this boy bullying the elderly and weak of this monarch will face heavenly retribution..."
After much contemplation, the Shuoyun Monarch couldn’t help but grow deeply resentful.
Youthful prodigies with strong backing and great talent are most infuriating!
When one can defeat them, one doesn’t dare to provoke them, and after a few years, one can’t defeat them at all.
One can only endure humiliation—truly disheartening and maddening.
The poisonous dragon mumbled quietly to itself, and before it finished, it sensed as if thunder were forming in the sky above, erupting with rolling roars.
"Has heaven truly struck me with lightning?"
The Shuoyun Monarch bared its teeth, unable to resist looking up and saw a sheet of light, like a snow blanket, streaking down. Before it even reached the pool’s bottom, it felt a throat-slicing sharpness!
When its vertical pupils reflected the sword’s light, its intention already enveloped it, nearly like a flash of lightning—its head was pierced through, slaying it alive!
"Had I known, I should have just eaten the boy surnamed Pei..."
Until the moment of its death, the Shuoyun Monarch never understood what misfortune it had run into that day.
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Mo Tian Sheng traversed a thousand miles in mere moments. With a single glance of his Dharma Eye, he instantly covered the vast forests, from which he locked onto the especially sturdy physique and exceptionally robust Qi Blood of Pei Yuanqing.
As he focused his thoughts, he descended with the light of his sword. The Taixu Wuwang jumped out of his forehead, spinning rapidly like a pellet, vibrating with a hum around him, suddenly splitting out a Sword Qi, sending the Cold Pond Water waves skyward, roaring thunderously.
Mo Tian Sheng stood with his arms behind his back. The water droplets sprayed widely and shattered inches away from him, turning into layers of mist.
A Divine Power Giant naturally radiates an aura as imposing as the heavens and earth, their divine intentions mingling with all things, unfettered by the confines of the mortal body.
With every movement, be it accompanied by wind and thunder, water and fire clashing, or dragons and tigers roaring, it is perfectly normal.
Therefore, when Mo Tian Sheng landed beside the Thousand-Foot Pool at Immortal Maiden Peak.
Everyone was horrified, chills running down their spines, feeling as if a blade was set to their necks, not daring to breathe heavily.
"The Divine Power Giant from the Meridian Sword Sect is the Dragon Sword!"
A personal guard’s face changed dramatically. The fact that the General’s Mansion was at odds with the Meridian Sword Sect was well known.
The renowned Dragon Sword appeared, clearly with ill intentions.
He wanted to warn Young Master Pei, but couldn’t utter a single word.
"Yuan Qing greets Elder Mo."
Pei Yuanqing’s attitude was respectful. He had heard the Grand General mention the fearsome reputation of the Sword Sect madman many times.
Moreover, a Divine Power Giant exudes majesty wherever they go and is revered as an honored guest.
Both logically and emotionally, he should adhere to proper etiquette.
"Who is your Guardian? Elder Ao from the Great Sun Prefecture? Let him come meet me."
Mo Tian Sheng kept his hands behind his back, his usually kind and amiable round face now tightly drawn, showing a bit of Evil Qi.
"Old Mo, what grudge you hold with Zhao Pijiang, why do you take it out on the juniors?"
An elderly voice timely sounded. Draped in golden robes, the decrepit figure with chicken-skin crane-hair suddenly appeared before Pei Yuanqing.
That withered and ordinary body burst forth with unimaginable light and heat, with vigorous Qi Blood blazing like a great sun, nearly blinding.
"Back then, your Mansion Master had a spat with my sect’s Sect Leader and wasn’t it Senior Brother Kou he took it out on?
I seem to be in a foul mood today, brought along my Divine Soldiers from the mountains, you saw earlier, Taixu Wuwang drew blood, performed the sword ceremony, there’s no reason to easily withdraw."
Mo Tian Sheng’s tone was calm yet carried a resolute authority.
"Heh heh, speaking of martial prowess, I might not match you, but if determined to protect the boy Pei, delaying until Zhao Pijiang arrives in person is no issue.
Old Mo, think it through, if you can’t swiftly resolve this, you might find yourself facing two Divine Techniques alone, retreating unscathed might not happen."
The decrepit elder patiently analyzed the situation.
Zhao Pijiang, after all, was a general leading an army, surely aware of using one’s methods against oneself.
Having first broken the rules, deliberately leveraging the name of the Hidden Pavilion to eliminate the true legacy of the Meridian Sword Sect, Qiu Qianchuan, he surely would be on guard.
Besides the visible military experts serving as bodyguards, there were numerous hidden Guardians around Pei Yuanqing.
However, the exalted status of a Divine Power Giant meant they were not easily persuaded.
If it were not for the favor of Duke Pei and the extraordinary talents of Pei Yuanqing garnering the admiration of the Great Sun Prefecture.