Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

All dragons under heaven are governed by the Four Seas. And the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints is a subordinate of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea.

However, since Bibo Pool is closer to the west, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints has the air of a regional governor.

Especially after the Investiture of the Gods, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints received support from the Western Sect.

He was gradually gaining dominance over the region; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant in front of Ao Run.

Even so, everyone present still felt that what the Nine-Headed Insect said made sense. After all, the two were in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Some people have even subconsciously believed that it was Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, who forced people to marry their daughters to his son.

The Nine-Headed Insect's words were like a steel knife piercing the White Dragon's chest, igniting boundless rage within him.

He reached out and grabbed at the air, and a sword appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he charged towards the Nine-Headed Insect.

Seeing the little white dragon charging towards him, the Nine-Headed Insect didn't even glance at it. He simply raised his leg and kicked the little white dragon, sending it flying backward.

This sudden turn of events thoroughly enraged the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas. Immediately, the aquatic creatures of the Four Seas surrounded the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the Azure Wave Pool.

Ao Guang, Ao Qin, and Ao Shun, who were standing in the center of the main hall, immediately surrounded the Nine-Headed Insect and the Wan Sheng Dragon King and his daughter.

After all, in the eyes of the three of them, the cultivation level of the Headed Insect was merely that of a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Any one of them could turn it into dust.

However, Ao Run learned about the Nine-Headed Insect's identity from Taiyi Zhenren. He immediately reminded him, "Brother, this Nine-Headed Insect is one of the five ancient insects, and its cultivation level is probably already at the half-step saint level."

"If we want to take them down, it will only be possible if the four of us brothers work together to set up a formation. Otherwise, they will not be able to defeat us even in a single blow."

Upon hearing these words from Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the three Ao brothers were taken aback. They immediately took their positions in the east, south, and north directions, leaving the west to Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea.

Seeing that the Four Dragon Kings had surrounded him from all directions and had even revealed his cultivation level, the Nine-Headed Insect no longer suppressed his cultivation and directly released the pressure of a half-step saint.

At the same time, he didn't forget to coldly shout at the Four Seas Dragon King, "Since you know that my cultivation is at the half-step saint level, why don't you quickly kneel down and pay your respects?"

The pressure from that half-step saint was like billions of ancient divine mountains crashing down, carrying a ferocious will to destroy and devour everything.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, was the first to let out a muffled groan. His legs trembled violently, and his knees buckled uncontrollably, almost causing him to kneel down.

The Dragon Kings of the South Sea, Ao Qin and the North Sea, followed closely behind, their bones groaning under the unbearable strain. Their protective dragon aura flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being completely crushed.

The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, roared with fury, his eyes wide with rage, as his dragon essence burned wildly within him, attempting to create a space.

However, faced with an absolute disparity in strength, his resistance was futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The crystal floor beneath Ao Run's feet instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks. His waist was gradually bent under the immense and terrifying pressure.

His legs trembled violently, his knees barely touching the cold ground. Humiliation and despair gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

If the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas were to kneel before the Nine-Headed Insect in public, the dignity of the Dragon Clan, accumulated over millions of years, would be utterly reduced to dust.

Ao Guang, Ao Qin, and Ao Shun also reached their limits, sweating profusely, their dragon robes soaked through and clinging tightly to their bodies.

They clenched their teeth, blood gushing from their gums, letting out beast-like growls as they tried to straighten their spines. But the pressure of the half-step saint was like a tangible shackle, crushing their dignity and pride inch by inch into the dust. The Nine-Headed Insect watched with a look of enjoyment as the four old dragons struggled beneath his feet. He couldn't help but let out a series of cackling laughs.

"Kneeling before the strong is not shameful, so why do you insist on it?"

"You beast! Cease your rampage!"

A furious shout resounded like a thunderclap. Nezha's eyes turned bloodshot, and his Fire-Tipped Spear erupted with flames that burned the eight directions. His Hun Tian Ling transformed into a crimson dragon and charged straight at the Nine-Headed Insect.

Ao Bing followed closely behind, his halberd gleaming with a sudden surge of cold light, drawing upon the boundless power of the East Sea to transform into a terrifying strike that cleaved through the void.

"You two Great Luo Golden Immortals dare to fight against me?"

The nine-headed worm didn't even look, and opened its mouth to spew out a dark green, turbid stream that had been condensed to its extreme and contained the laws governing the decay of all things.

The raging flames instantly extinguished. The Chaotic Silk let out a mournful cry, its light dimming as it rolled back.

Ao Bing's earth-shattering halberd, which had gathered the power of the East Sea, shattered as easily as fragile glass when touched by the turbid current.

A terrifying backlash traveled along the halberd, and Ao Bing was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward.

Nezha was also swept by the aftershocks of the decaying laws. His protective immortal light vibrated violently, and he groaned as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was slammed hard against the distant dragon pillar, leaving a human-shaped dent.

Despair flashed in the eyes of the Four Dragon Kings simultaneously. The wrath of a half-step saint was unstoppable.

Just then, a strange, soft sound seemed to come from the end of time and space, or it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

The voice was not loud, but it contained an unparalleled majesty that transcended all heavens and myriad realms and ruled over all the chaotic paths.

Time and space seemed to have been forcibly paused by an invisible hand. The massive, collapsed crystal hung suspended in mid-air, and the surging seawater froze into a still waterfall.

In the center of the hall, space, like a fragile glass mirror, silently cracked open with a deep fissure. A figure slowly stepped out from that spatial rift.

He was dressed in an extremely simple blue Taoist robe, on which an obscure and difficult-to-understand Taoist aura flowed continuously.

His face was thin and refined, his eyes as calm as unyielding ice, without the slightest ripple. He was none other than Ao Ping, the Dragon Ancestor, father of the Four Seas Dragon Kings and also a half-step Saint.

His gaze swept calmly across the entire area, finally settling on the astonished Nine-Headed Insect. He asked in a placid tone, "So, it was you who caused trouble in my Dragon Clan?"

As a fellow half-step saint, the Nine-Headed Insect naturally had nothing to fear. He immediately snorted coldly and said, "The mere Dragon Palace is none of my business. Does anyone dare to stop me?"

At this moment, the Nine-Headed Insect was ready to fight Ao Ping. Unexpectedly, Ao Ping sat directly on the dragon throne.

With a wave of his hand, he sent four streams of dragon energy into the bodies of his four sons.

"It seems you've been living a life of luxury for too long. You didn't even have time to set up the Four Seas Divine Dragon Formation before you were almost forced to kneel down."

"Now I'm giving you one more chance. If you can't even handle a single insect, then pass your Dragon King titles to your descendants, lest you bring shame upon my dragon race." (End of Chapter)