I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 627 Iwao
"Brother, please don't joke." Yanming said with a wry smile, clutching his arms. The attack earlier had broken both his arms, making it difficult for him to exert any strength. Now, hearing his elder brother's teasing, he could only sigh that his strength was inferior.

“Ao Xuan has already transformed his blood qi into a powerful aura and has stood among the heroes for many years. I originally thought that the four of us could put up a fight against him, but I never expected the gap to be so large.”

"It was your carelessness." Yan Xiong walked over and reached out to help Yan Ming up. He patted Yan Ming's shoulders, and a warm current flowed into his body. His previously painful hands slowly recovered, and even the broken bones healed.

This greatly surprised Yan Ming, who waved his arms and asked Yan Xiong, "Blood Qi Transformation? Brother, you're about to take human form?"

“I’m still far from it.” Yan Xiong shook his head. “The transformation of blood and qi requires three stages of metamorphosis, and I haven’t even reached the first stage yet.”

"With your talent, elder brother, it's only a matter of time before your blood essence manifests in human form." Yan Ming said excitedly, then looked at the others on the ground. "If it weren't for your timely arrival, elder brother, the four of us brothers would have suffered greatly. But why did you come, elder brother?"

“It wasn’t originally me. I just happened to come back and run into the elder. The elder told me about your situation and said that the four of you couldn’t defeat Ao Xuan. So he sent me to help you,” Yan Xiong said calmly. Then he spread his five fingers, and his huge palm reached out to grab the three people who had fallen to the ground. Five scarlet blood streaks converged, pulling the three people in front of him.

Then, a blood mist appeared and gradually flowed into the bodies of the three people.

A moment later, the two mountain people woke up and got up from the ground, both of them looking at their bodies in astonishment.

“Brother Yan!” Xuan Jue looked at Yan Xiong with delight. “I didn’t expect it would be you, Brother Yan, who came.”

"Heh, I'll give you a good workout when we get back," Yan Xiong laughed. He shouldered his spear and turned to look at the proud golden-scaled dragonman standing not far away.

He sized up the other person with his eyes, planted the spear in his hand into the ground, and said, "Ao Xuan, you've gone too far."

"Hmph, Yan Xiong." The golden-scaled dragon gritted its teeth and glared at the rock man.

"Do you really think I can't beat you? You've ruined my plans time and time again!"

"Ao Xuan, or rather, Wild Boss, what good things have you done?" Yan Xiong sneered. "If it weren't for your Hidden Dragon Society, this region would be much better off. So many people have lost their families and lives because of you."

"If it weren't for their greed, how could they have suffered such devastation and loss of life?" Ao Xuan sneered. "If they were greedy, how could they be innocent? I never forced them; they were simply insatiable. Even without the Hidden Dragon Society, there would still be the Heavenly Dragon Society and the Earthly Dragon Society! Such is the world, such is human nature, so why should I be blamed?"

"That's just sophistry," Yanxiong sighed. "Even if people have greed, do you know the meaning of education?"

"Education? Isn't what I've done education?" Ao Xuan said disdainfully. "Why should I bother educating the greedy? Such inferior people should die early so that we strong ones can make room for them in this world."

"Enough, Ao Xuan. I'm not here to argue with you about this. My clan's distinguished guest wants to pass, so you must let him through." Yan Xiong squinted at the young man on the giant beast. The young man was only half a zhang tall, considered petite compared to the Rock People, and appeared weak and lacking any imposing presence, not even showing any signs of life.

Yanxiong didn't quite understand why his elders and sworn brothers would protect him so much, even at the cost of fighting the dragon people.

But none of that mattered to him; Iwao only knew that he had to get these things done.

As the spear swung down, the faces of the surrounding dragon warriors changed. They all retreated, none daring to take a step forward.

A passageway opened up, and the giant beast moved forward again. The man in black, who had been watching the commotion for a while, also got moving, steering the beast away from this dangerous place.

The Golden-Scaled Dragon Man's eyes were bloodshot, his grip on his hammers trembling. He had appealed to the clan elders to intervene, all to keep that man here. As long as the clan's heroes remained unmoved, he was confident that few in the gods could rival him. He never expected that the Rock Man prodigy, Yan Xiong, who had been away training for many years, would return and shatter his plans. How could he possibly accept this?

You must know, that person possesses celestial stones! These are things only found in celestial realms! Regardless of where the Rock People's nobleman obtained these celestial stones, as long as their origin is clarified, perhaps they can find the celestial realm. Then the Dragon People can leave this place, leave the capital city, leave this eternal hell of fallen immortals. That's something every tribe desperately desires, the celestial realm everyone dreams of reaching.

No one wants to live in such a place, in this eternal land of fallen immortals.

Ao Xuan knew the situation in the Land of Divine Blessing better than anyone, and he also understood the predicament of the Hundred Streams Tribe. Only by becoming one of the Twelfth Elders could he access the most core secrets of the Hundred Streams Tribe. It was the truth about Hundred Streams, about the Land of Divine Blessing, and about the Land of Fallen Immortals.

That was an incredibly cruel and dark truth.

If the Dragonkin race wants to continue, it must leave the Land of Fallen Immortals.

These rock people, these so-called prodigies of their races, how could they possibly understand the fear in my heart? The golden-scaled dragonman stood rooted to the spot, watching the giant beast slowly disappear into the distance, a silent roar venting within him.

"You vulgar lot, how could you possibly know the ruthlessness of this world!" The golden-scaled dragon leaped up, hammer in hand, and roared angrily.

Iwao did not answer, but simply shook the spear on his shoulder.

His blood and qi surged throughout his body, but it was not as bright red as Yan Ming's; instead, it was a solidified gray-white qi, as heavy as a mountain.

The aura emanated from his body and suddenly condensed behind him, transforming into a three-zhang-tall stone figure. The outline of this stone figure was much clearer than Yan Ming's, resembling a giant spirit general. Although still blurry, its robust form and immense oppressive aura were already visible, and its movements were completely synchronized with Yan Xiong's.

The Golden-Scaled Dragonman's expression was more solemn than ever before. He let out a low roar, and all the golden scales around his body unfurled, pouring his boundless blood energy into his twin hammers without reservation. The dragon shadow behind him roared, and even solidified a bit, enveloping him completely.

"Roar!"

The dragonman took the lead, his twin hammers carrying the power of the dragon's shadow, transforming into a golden hurricane that smashed down, pulverizing all the broken bricks on the ground in its path.

Yan Xiong took a step forward. His movements seemed slow, yet they were unstoppable. With a simple thrust of his spear, the stone figure behind him simultaneously thrust out its giant arm. Before the spear tip directly touched the golden hammer, the gray-white energy had already collided with the golden hurricane.

Boom! ! !
A dull, resounding boom, like the pounding of a giant bell, exploded out. Golden and grayish-white energy surged and annihilated the opponent. The golden-scaled dragon's charge came to an abrupt halt; his twin hammers were firmly held back by the incredibly condensed energy, unable to advance an inch. His arms trembled violently, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar.

Yan Xiong flicked his wrist, and the spear pressed down with the force. The stone figure phantom followed suit, crushing the opponent. The immense force transmitted through the twin hammers, causing the golden-scaled dragon man's knees to buckle, nearly causing him to kneel. Veins bulged on his forehead, and a trickle of golden blood spilled from his mouth.

"Damn it!" Madness flashed in the dragonman's eyes. He forcibly burned his blood energy, and golden flames raged around his body. The dragon shadow let out a painful and furious roar.

He abruptly swung his spear aside, and with a desperate, all-or-nothing momentum, he unleashed his twin hammers at Iwao's center! The hammer blows tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ghostly shriek. This was a desperate, life-or-death technique, its power instantly multiplying several times over!
Yan Xiong's gaze remained calm. The spear spun, neither blocking nor parrying, but instead striking out with even greater speed and ferocity! The spear shaft was imbued with the aura of a stone man, like a mountain range slamming down.

Boom! Snap!

The strike, delivered after the initial blow, landed squarely on the golden-scaled dragonman's side. The protective golden aura shattered instantly, and the scales caved in and cracked. The dragonman's desperate momentum abruptly ceased, his eyes bulging as he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He was sent flying like a broken bag, crashing through three broken walls before finally coming to a stop, collapsing in the ruins, struggling to rise.

Yan Xiong sheathed his gun and stood there, the stone figure behind him slowly dissipating. He looked at the pile of ruins and said in a voice as firm as a rock, "Go back and heal your wounds. If you provoke me again, I'll break your dragon bones."

The streets were deathly silent, with only dust slowly drifting down.

(End of this chapter)