Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Time passed, and finally the day of the birth of the fifth son of the Dragon King of Weinan arrived.

The venue for this unprecedented birthday banquet was not the Dragon Palace in the deep sea, but rather the upper reaches of the ocean, in the sky above the Thunder Sea where thunder rages and lightning snakes dance all year round.

This place is a forbidden zone for mortals, where the raging lightning is enough to tear apart the protective spiritual light of ordinary cultivators. But at this moment, there is an exquisite eighteen-story building constructed entirely of unknown spiritual wood and precious jade, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​lightning. Despite being bombarded by purple and golden lightning, it remains unmoved, instead absorbing and transforming the power of the lightning, making the building shine even brighter.

A dragon's aura coiled around the small building, condensing and not dissipating. Looking from afar, one could vaguely see the phantom of a giant dragon, whose length was unknown, perhaps thousands or hundreds of feet, wrapped around the building and freely roaming in the sea of ​​thunder.

"Eternal Dragon Lord..." Cheng Nian, who had been thoroughly cleansed from head to toe and inside out, took a deep breath while being part of the main course that was about to be sent to the main hall.

Just by staying near this small building, the omnipresent dragon's might felt like a tangible mountain, pressing down on his blood and making his soul tremble. If it weren't for the rare treasure within his body and his unbreakable will, he would have almost revealed his true form on the spot and been crushed by the dragon's might.

The interior of the small building is a hidden world.

More than 300 feet above, a white jade openwork dragon-shaped sphere about an acre in size floats, emitting a soft and bright light, like a sun illuminating the interior as if it were daytime.

As far as the eye could see, there were thousands upon thousands of palaces of different styles, scattered like stars in this space, with shimmering water. Hundreds and thousands of Taoist soldiers with distinct aquatic features moved among the palaces, welcoming and seeing off guests.

Cheng Nian, as a main course-level attendant, had already had his body and stomach cleansed and was placed on a jade plate covered with snow-white brocade. He was carried by four strongmen to the main hall at the very core.

The hall was filled with distinguished guests, including the leaders of various factions, the heads of human clans who were affiliated with the Dragon Clan, and many powerful rogue cultivators who had long been famous in the Weihai region. They were all seated, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing, waiting for the grand feast to begin.

Suddenly, as if a tide had surged, all the guests rose in unison, faced the direction of the host, and bowed in greeting: "Welcome, Dragon Lord!"

A shimmering, water-like light flowed, causing the space to ripple slightly. A majestic king with crystalline dragon horns on his head appeared silently before the throne.

He glanced calmly across the room and raised his hand slightly: "It is my honor that you distinguished guests have graced me with your presence to attend my youngest son's first birthday celebration."

"You're too kind, Dragon Lord."

"Lao Longjun welcomes you."

"It is our good fortune to receive an invitation from the Dragon Lord."

Those who responded were the sect leaders and family heads seated near the main seat, some of whom had even achieved the status of Celestial Immortals.

With a formulaic smile on his face, the Dragon Lord of Weinan gestured with his hand, instantly silencing the noise in the hall. Without further ado, he smiled and said, "I won't waste any more pleasantries. Since you have all come to this banquet, I will certainly not treat you lightly. Let the birthday banquet begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and all the guests took their seats.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals, who were already prepared, immediately placed the dishes on each banquet table.

As the pot lids were lifted, a strange and unsettling scene unfolded inside the hall.

On each plate lay a naked boy and girl, bound and unable to move by unseen supernatural powers.

The children's tender bodies were exposed to countless gazes, their little faces filled with extreme fear and helplessness, tears silently streaming down their faces, yet they could not utter a sound.

Some guests attending the birthday banquet for the first time froze in their hands and their expressions changed slightly when they saw the living "ingredients" in front of them.

Some guests who had only heard rumors but had not experienced it firsthand looked on curiously and whispered among themselves about why the "ingredients" were still alive.

Those regular guests who had attended many times looked knowing and even expectant, explaining to those around them: "You may not know this, but such exquisite things born of heaven and earth, the ultimate delicacies, are naturally best enjoyed freshly made and eaten to truly appreciate their flavor."

As the finest dish, the jade plate containing Cheng Nian was placed directly on the main table of the Dragon King of Weinan.

At this point, Cheng Nian no longer needed to pretend.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the gaps between the pallet-lifting warriors, staring intently at the Weinan Dragon Lord who was so close at hand. In his eyes, the blood feud accumulated over a hundred years burned like a tangible flame, no longer concealed in the slightest!
The deep-seated hatred was so intense that even the Dragon King of Weinan, who was teasing a dragon prince with newly sprouted horns, immediately sensed it.

He turned his head and met Cheng Nian's eyes, which were filled with endless hatred.

Weinan Longjun was taken aback at first, then a sneer of indifference curled at the corner of his mouth.

The hatred of ants is no different from that of dust to him.

The Turtle Prime Minister stepped forward, extended his finger, and a dark blue light gathered at the tip of his finger, preparing to prepare to process Cheng Nian on the spot in front of the Dragon King and many guests.

Just as the Turtle Prime Minister's body happened to block the view of the Dragon King of Weinan.

Om-!
A beam of blood-red light erupted from Cheng Nian's body without warning, carrying the explosive force of endless wind and thunder, and soared into the sky!

The Turtle Prime Minister, who was the first to be hit, didn't even have time to show a look of astonishment. His hard tortoise shell, which he was so proud of, and the physical body and primordial spirit beneath it, were like paper in front of this terrifying blood light. They were instantly torn into countless pieces, and his body and soul were destroyed on the spot.

The blood-red light continued its relentless advance, like a raging blood dragon tearing through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and aimed directly at the face of the Weinan Dragon Lord, who was standing almost within reach.

"presumptuous!"

The dragon's roar, filled with shock and rage, exploded like thunder from the heavens.

The Dragon King of Weinan never expected that at his youngest son's birthday banquet, under the watchful eyes of thousands of guests, an ant would actually dare to assassinate him.

The protective dragon aura was instantly activated, and at the same time, a giant claw covered with cyan dragon scales and wrapped with law runes shot out like lightning, its five fingers spread wide, grabbing at the increasingly surging blood light.

The giant claw collided fiercely with the blood-red light, and the violent energy shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami. Several banquet tables near the main seat were instantly overturned, and the cups and plates were scattered everywhere. The guests with slightly weaker cultivation were even more shocked, their blood surging and their faces showing horror.

This claw tore apart the oncoming bloody light and then struck Cheng Nian squarely.

Suddenly, countless complex and ancient talismanic lights shone around Cheng Nian's body, like layers of lotus flowers blooming, dissipating the destructive energy of the dragon claw.

The talisman light cascaded down like a waterfall, surging against the claw-like energy, but his figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

It smashed through countless jade pillars and walls of the main hall, finally crashing heavily onto the vast white jade square outside the hall, leaving a long ditch and billowing dust.

He lay amidst the ruins, barely managing to prop himself up. He had regained the upright physique of an adult. Although his clothes were tattered, his body was covered in blood, and his breathing was disordered, his eyes still burned with an indomitable flame, staring intently in the direction of the main hall.

This sudden and astonishing turn of events left all the guests in the hall stunned for several breaths.

Immediately, various reactions emerged. Some gloated and watched the spectacle with amusement, some felt genuine anger at the assassination of the Dragon King, and of course, many were secretly applauding the Dragon Clan's domineering ways.

The Dragon King of Weinan's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

To have the prime minister killed and himself assassinated at his own birthday banquet in front of all the guests is an utter disgrace!
"Fine! Very well!" The Dragon King laughed in fury, his voice icy and chilling: "I'd like to see which foolish bastard dares to mess with my dragon whiskers!"

With one step, the space seemed to compress beneath his feet, instantly transporting him from the main seat to the plaza outside the hall. He stood before Cheng Nian, who was struggling to sit up, looking down at her as if she were an insect he could crush at any moment.

Meanwhile, atop a distant mountain peak, overlooking the Lei Hai Xiao Lou (a small building),...

Russell and Gu Nan stood side by side, their clothes fluttering in the mountain wind.

"It has begun," Russell said.

Gu Nan didn't speak, but her right hand had already gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist. Inside the cave of the small building, dark clouds surged like roaring angry dragons, and blinding lightning bolts darted and exploded in the clouds. Torrential rain poured down, and the world was shrouded in darkness, as if reflecting the boundless rage of the Dragon Lord of Weinan.

He stood tall in the square, the phantom of his thousand-foot-tall dragon body looming behind him, his cold dragon eyes fixed on Cheng Nian, who was struggling to get up from the ruins: "Insect, state your name."

Cheng Nian staggered to his feet, then vomited a mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He grinned and cursed, "I'm your father!"

Before he finished speaking, under the gaze of Weinan Longjun's suddenly contracted pupils, Cheng Nian's right hand, with fingers pointing like a knife, plunged into his own chest without the slightest hesitation!
"Uhhh-!!!"

The unimaginable pain made him let out a beast-like roar. He seemed to have grasped something, and then, he pulled hard!
He forcibly pulled a long sword, entirely black and of an ancient design, from his own heart!
At the very moment the black sword was born, heaven and earth seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and the exclamations of the guests... all sounds disappeared.

Only this black sword became the sole center of heaven and earth!

A beam of light, indescribable in color, shot into the sky from the sword, easily piercing the dome of the eighteen-story building and penetrating the churning dark thunderclouds above.

A huge hole was forcibly torn open in the dark clouds, and the brilliant starlight, like a celestial river pouring down, pierced through the gap in the dark sea and precisely sprinkled across the sky, enveloping the figure holding the black sword.

Weinan Dragon Lord stared intently at the black sword in Cheng Nian's hand, his innate dragon senses sending out frantic warnings.

He instantly changed his mind: capture it alive! He had to capture this ant alive! He would obtain the sword at all costs and force him to reveal its origin and secrets!

However, Cheng Nian didn't care at all what the Dragon Lord was thinking.

The starlight shone on him, igniting the last embers within him.

At this moment, all his thoughts, all his spirit, and all his life essence were burning wildly.

In my mind, scenes from over a hundred years ago flashed by like a revolving lantern.

When the younger sister was chosen as a sacrifice, that one look she gave him when she turned back...

The Cheng clan, numbering over ten thousand, wailed and struggled amidst the dragon's divine power, their remains reduced to withered bones in a horrific state...

The deep-seated hatred and raging fury that had been simmering for over a hundred years, deeply ingrained in the bones and imprinted on the soul, erupted completely at this moment!

Extreme anger consumed all his reason and sanity.

All that remained was pure, unadulterated killing intent.

kill!

kill!

kill!

He had nothing left: family, relatives, future... Only burning, burning, gambling everything, and then revenge!

Cheng Nian gripped the black sword, which seemed as heavy as a mountain, tightly with both hands, and slashed it towards the thousand-foot-tall dragon body in front of her.

A dazzling sword light pierced through the heavens and earth!
The vast expanse of clouds, stretching for hundreds of miles, was like a giant piece of cloth, which was completely cleaved in two by this sword, and suddenly unfolded.

Wherever the sword light passed, the rain evaporated, the lightning vanished, and the space took on a distorted and broken glassy hue.

The Dragon Lord of Weinan felt an unprecedented threat of death. He dared not hold back in the slightest. His thousand-foot-long dragon body solidified completely. He looked up to the sky and let out a dragon roar. The vast magical power he had cultivated for ten thousand years poured into his dragon body like a river bursting its banks.

But it was all in vain!

The light emanating from that black sword seemed to be born to restrain the dragon race. The Dragon Lord's defense, which was strong enough to withstand the fierce attacks of a Celestial Immortal of the same level, was easily torn apart by this sword light, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Under the watchful eyes of countless guests, a mournful, distorted dragon roar suddenly erupted, the sound waves almost overturning the entire small building!

On the massive, thousand-foot-long dragon body of the Weinan Dragon King, from its neck to its belly, a huge, deep wound, almost splitting it diagonally, was forcibly cleaved open, revealing the bone.

Dragon blood sprayed down from the sky, dyeing the area above the massive palace complex below a dazzling golden-red.

The Dragon King of Weinan flew into a rage. He had actually been wounded by a mere human immortal. His unparalleled power was gathering, and endless water vapor surged from the Weinan Sea toward the small building.

"Good! Good!" Cheng Nian looked at the dragon blood splattering everywhere and laughed maniacally, "Dragons... bleed too!"

He was completely oblivious to his rapidly depleting lifespan and the burning of his life essence; his only thought was to do something else.

That is, slaying the dragon!

As if sensing his resolute will, countless heroic roars, equally filled with deep hatred for the dragon race and willing to do anything to slay the dragon, emanated from the black sword in his hand.

Rumbling--

A fierce wind rose from the earth, transforming into a terrifying tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground, soaring straight into the clouds that were already stained with ink and dragon blood.

Cheng Nian merged with the sword, transforming into a resolute sword light that rose once more.

A terrifying shockwave spread out at supersonic speed, and the void boiled like porridge under the collision of these two extreme forces.

Cheng Nian angrily drew her sword and slashed out.

In that instant, whether it was Cheng Nian who unleashed the sword strike, Wei Nan Long Jun who was locked onto by the sword light, or all the onlookers who were shocked by this earth-shattering event, they all clearly felt that the flow of time around them had slowed down!
This is not an illusion!
The dazzling sword light, which replaced the heavens and earth in this place, contained the concept and rules of "dragon slaying" which were so powerful and pure that they temporarily suppressed and covered the laws of heaven and earth in this area, and even time itself gave way to it.

In this seemingly stretched and slowed-down space-time, only the sword light, which embodied countless obsessions and sacrifices, slowly slashed down in a manner that was destined to be irreversible and unstoppable.

Where the sword flashes, all things vanish.

A chirping sound.

A massive dragon head separated from the thousand-foot-long dragon body and fell from the sky, shattering the small building's space. Golden dragon blood rained down like a storm, spreading across the sky and the sea.

Cheng Nian remained frozen in mid-air, still in the posture of slashing down with her sword.

The light emanating from him dimmed rapidly, the burning flame of his life came to an end, and his body became like weathered rock, with cracks spreading rapidly from his brow to his entire body.

This sword strike had already consumed all of his essence, energy, spirit, and lifespan.

On a distant mountain peak, Gu Nan raised his hand and gently tapped the air.

The next moment, the portion of time and space surrounding Cheng Nian became disconnected from the rest of the world and came to a standstill.

"The ending was not bad." Holding the black sword Zhanlong in his hand, Gu Nan sighed softly, and then gently pushed it toward the location of the Weinan Dragon Palace.

A deafening roar, like a series of thunderclaps, erupted, and dragon blood cascaded across the sea like a waterfall. (End of Chapter)