Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 89 Cruel

As Zhu once said, "The enemy's hero is my enemy."

The mountain king's eyes flickered, still hesitating whether to hand over the crimson scales he always carried with him to Li Zhengyuan to save his life.

"Don't even think about it anymore. I won't accept anything you offer," Li Zhengyuan suddenly said.

"I understand your thoughts. You're going down the mountain now entirely to cultivate your martial arts skills."

"Zhao Ying taught you how to cultivate the Art of War, and you helped us eliminate that great demon of Yongning Continent. It's fair."

"I—" Shan Jun was speechless.

"Send me out into battle, and you will hide in the shadows," Li Zhengyuan said resolutely.

Zhao Ying remained silent upon hearing this, slammed his spear to the ground, and gave the city lord a salute befitting a military general.

Under the watchful eye of the mountain lord, several guards volunteered to escort the city lord out of the area illuminated by the crimson light.

Immediately afterwards, several voices shouted in unison: "Demon Mirage! Why do you invade my human city?!"

"This time, I will make the whole world aware of the ambitions of the Dragon Court of the East Sea!"

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After saying this, Li Zhengyuan took out the jade pendant from his bosom, intending to send a telepathic message.

The sea of ​​fog surged.

The 50,000-strong army, shrouded in this sea of ​​fog, resembled a small boat adrift on a vast ocean.

Raging waves surged in from all directions.

Each fog demon transformed into a heart-piercing raindrop, allowing the soldiers to slaughter them, all converging towards the center of the storm.

Before Li Zhengyuan could finish speaking, a mist ghost attacked and knocked the jade pendant from his hand.

The mirage dragon has yet to appear.

The mountain lord fled far away and went to the Golden Ape King to negotiate the encirclement and killing of the Mirage Dragon.

With the Crimson Scales protecting her, she is fearless of the Mirage and will not lose her way here.

Zhao Ying stood alone in the midst of the army formation, her lips pressed tightly together, watching Li Zhengyuan being chased by the Mist Demons.

One by one, the bodyguards fell.

The troops, under Zhao Ying's orders, converged on Li Zhengyuan's side.

The Fog Demons and the living created a brutal battlefield devoid of blood.

The mist demons howled as they were slain and scattered by the soldiers.

All the living beings devoured by the Fog Demon were instantly reduced to a set of withered skin.

The prolonged mutual fighting damaged the morale of the troops.

Suddenly, several wild roars were heard.

Six golden-backed apes roared and rushed to Li Zhengyuan's side.

They surrounded Li Zhengyuan, protecting him from the fog demons.

The Golden Ape of Tongbei ignored the Fog Demon, which could drain the life force of an army and demoralize its troops.

When they followed the clan leader down the mountain, they had already disregarded life and death.

Only one sentence.

What doesn't kill them only makes them stronger.

The golden ape roared wildly, and under the dazzling golden thunder, all the mist demons, regardless of size, scattered.

As time ticked by, and they were still unable to break through the Golden Ape's defenses, the Mist Demon's attack suddenly faltered.

A large number of mist demons gathered and grew into a giant ten feet tall.

The only difference between him and humans is that he has a round pearl on his forehead.

"As expected, it's you. Among the dragons, only the Mirage Dragon has a pearl growing between its foreheads." Li Zhengyuan stood there laughing wildly.

The man remained silent, but simply raised his fist and smashed a golden ape flying with a single blow.

"Roar—!" The Golden Ape King was the first to react and rushed out of the fog.

It was wearing a pair of crimson hand guards.

Wherever it passed, whether it was a fog demon or fog, everything dissipated.

Lingyi transformed into a giant tiger and joined forces with the Golden Ape King to kill the giant.

Zhao Ying directed the army formation to provide support while staying close to Li Zhengyuan, trying to get him away safely.

But suddenly, an extremely hot and violent spiritual energy erupted in the distance.

The direction is directly towards Yongning's main city.

Zhao Ying had seen this extremely violent spiritual power before.

"Mount Zhanlu, the fallen sun of the Celestial Craftsmen?!"

"How did they get involved in the affairs of Yongning Prefecture?"

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Yongning Main City.

Without the protection of the Mist Demons, this empty and desolate city was laid bare to the elements.

"I never expected that the mist ghost you and that mirage dragon created together would be discovered at a glance."

An old man fell from the sky.

He wore a dark gold robe, with a five-clawed yellow dragon coiled around his sleeves, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

"It seems that without killing that mountain god, there's no way to seize the fortune of Yongning Continent."

"Li Zhibai?" The gray-robed old man fled rapidly, avoiding the golden light of the Immovable King.

The two immortals at the fifth realm faced off above the human race's main city.

"Come here. Does the dynasty no longer need you to suppress its destiny?"

"No, you didn't come from the real body."

"Let's kill him together! He only has one layer of immortal magic protecting him now!"

"What our dynasty needs is the fortune that can bear it. What use is fortune if there is nothing to bear it?" Li Zhibai said frankly.

"You broke your promise first, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

"you--!"

Just as the old man in the gray robe was about to speak, he suddenly saw that the menacing yellow dragon on Li Zhibai's body seemed to have come to life.

Extremely hot, as if the aura of the great sun had suddenly surged forth.

"The setting sun over Mount Zhanlu!?"

The gray-robed elder was horrified upon seeing this. He immediately disregarded the golden light shield that was about to be breached and turned to run away.

"It's a pity that the world has lost a divine technique, and the Acala has lost another lineage."

Li Zhibo opened his arms.

Extreme light and heat instantly engulfed most of Yongning City.

As his avatar dissipated, he turned his head and looked at the wooden demons and the Yongning Allied Forces who were fighting fiercely outside the city.

"What a pity for Li Zhengyuan—what a pity for Zhao Ying."

"The dynasty must rise from the ashes. In this world, myths cannot rise yet, and the East Sea Dragon genus cannot be exposed for the time being."

The old man raised his hand and pointed towards the outside of the city.

The five-clawed yellow dragon that was coiling around him with its claws outstretched truly came to life.

Its eyes showed pity as it looked at the shadow of the lipped dragon fighting in the mist with some reluctance.

The lingering heat of the setting sun did not linger, but rushed straight towards the sea of ​​gray mist.

The scorching wind swept through, burning everything in its path.

When the fog demons and soldiers touched it, they were all burned to nothingness.

The giant tiger and the golden ape king roared, placing the four red scales at the very front.

Under the extreme heat, even the four red scales were melting.

The 50,000-strong army was instantly annihilated, and all living beings below the fourth realm were vaporized before they could even utter a cry of agony.

The skin and flesh of Qinghu and Jinyuanwang were instantly charred.

A sharp pain swept over me, and a sense of helplessness overwhelmed my mind.

Suddenly, within the crimson scales that were about to melt, it seemed as if a being opened its eyes.

The scorching winds that ravage this land, burning everything in their path, continue to rage.

The Golden Ape King and the Green Tiger, whose flesh was charred and whose blood had evaporated, seemed to have their injuries healed as if time had reversed.

Zhao Ying, who was almost burned to a skeleton, was also restored to her original state.

It gets charred again, then restored, then charred again, then restored.

"Reincarnation?" The five-clawed yellow dragon looked at the two beasts and one person who were injured but not dead, and whose bodies and spirits were constantly being restored. "It doesn't seem like the authority of reincarnation—"

"Timing, only timing can achieve this."

"That black serpent actually gave birth to a mythical creature capable of traversing the path of time!"

The Yellow Dragon and the Red Serpent stared at each other, their mythical auras clashing fiercely.

"I'll remember what you look like—"