Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Zen Master Qinglong's expression finally changed. He clasped his hands together, his moon-white kasaya suddenly billowed up, and his whole body shone with great Buddhist light. A "Amitabha" resounded for miles around. The elders of the Eighth Heaven were calmed by this Buddhist chant and re-formed their formation to tighten their defenses.

"Li Chenzhou, this old monk will personally meet you."

Zen Master Qinglong rose into the air, his golden light like a blazing sun hanging in the center of the battlefield.

The aura of the ninth level peak was released in full force. Under the Buddha's light, the cultivators of the Azure Dragon Society within a radius of dozens of miles felt an invisible suppressive force.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, an elder of the Dragon Extinction Alliance at the eighth level attacked from the flank to the rear of the Dragon Scale Guard. Shangguan Jin Hong blocked the attack with his double rings, but his tiger's mouth was ripped open and blood splattered.

A cold glint flashed in Li Chenzhou's eyes. He let out a long roar in the center of the army, his black cloak billowed, and he soared into the air.

The fist intent "Reigning Supreme" transformed into a hundred-foot-tall phantom of an emperor, with a crown hanging down and a dragon robe on his body. His huge eyes, looking down upon all living beings, swept towards Zen Master Qinglong and met him head-on!

I've been waiting for you for so long!

Two forces from the ninth heaven collided in mid-air, causing the entire Frostmaple Plain to tremble violently, with sand and stones flying everywhere within a hundred miles.

The battle was at a stalemate.

Zen Master Qinglong, at the peak of the ninth level, ultimately had a slight advantage over Li Chenzhou.

The Buddhist aura was thick and long-lasting. After an incense stick had burned, fine cracks began to appear on Li Chenzhou's imperial phantom, but Zen Master Qinglong's moon-white kasaya remained as good as new.

However, Li Chenzhou's fist intent "Reigning Supreme" was too domineering. He managed to fight back and forth with the peak of the ninth level while only at the peak of the eighth level. It was impossible for Zen Master Qinglong to crush him in a short time.

However, the Dragon Slayer Alliance ultimately had too many people to overcome.

Half an hour later, a deafening battle cry suddenly came from the south of Frostmaple Plains—three ambushes by the Dragon Extinction Alliance! A flanking force of a thousand men each charged out from the east, west, and south, instantly cutting off the Azure Dragon Society's retreat route.

This was a premeditated encirclement and annihilation battle, and Frost Maple Plain was the graveyard chosen by Zen Master Qinglong.

"Kill!" The Dragon Extinction Alliance's ambush troops surged in like a tidal wave, joining forces with the main force from the north and south to launch a pincer attack.

The eight thousand elite soldiers of the Azure Dragon Society were forced into a fierce battle, back to back, within a radius of five miles. Every minute and every second, someone fell. Blood soaked the land of Frost Maple Plain, and the withered grass turned dark red in the pools of blood.

A Dragon Extermination Alliance elder at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm grinned maliciously as he blocked Fu Hongxue's path: "Crippled man, you'll die here today—"

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of dark light flashed past from the side, piercing straight through his dantian. Fu Hongxue sheathed his black blade without even glancing at him, turning to continue his attack on the next target. But his hand gripping the blade trembled slightly—after a series of fierce battles, his stamina was nearly depleted.

Shangguan Jin Hong's double rings were already dulled.

More than half of the three hundred Dragonscale Guards had been lost, but the rest remained in formation, advancing and smashing wave after wave of the Dragon Extermination Alliance's attacks before them. They did not speak, but killed and died in silence.

The illusionary chessboard of the Carefree Marquis shattered. Lei Sun's Crimson Sand Divine Palm, though his hands were mangled and bloody, continued to strike. Gongzi Yu, despite being stabbed in the left shoulder with blood soaking half of his robe, remained expressionless as he moved through the battlefield, reaping the rewards.

Blood trickled from the corner of Li Chenzhou's mouth, and his imperial phantom had shrunk to ten zhang, teetering on the brink of collapse under the pressure of Zen Master Qinglong's Buddhist light. But he was still smiling, a carefree smile—the Three Dragon Heads never admitted defeat.

Everyone knows that the situation is collapsing.

The Azure Dragon Society has already lost nearly 2,000 of its 8,000 elite troops. Although the Dragon Extermination Alliance suffered even greater casualties—over 5,000—their numbers are much larger. Exchanging 30,000 for 2,000 is a worthwhile trade either way. If the fighting continues, the Azure Dragon Society will be wiped out.

On a low hill at the edge of the battlefield, a young figure stood quietly.

He wore a moon-white long robe and a bronze dragon-patterned mask over his face.

Behind him stood two people: Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white as snow, and Ye Gucheng, dressed in white even whiter than snow. Their sword intents had already turned the area within a hundred feet into a forbidden zone, and any Dragon Extermination Alliance cultivator who approached would be shattered from a distance.

"Young master, it's my turn to make a move," Ye Gucheng said calmly, gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Wait a little longer." Dongfang Weiwo's voice was eerily calm, his gaze beneath the mask fixed on the two figures locked in fierce combat above the battlefield—Li Chenzhou's imperial phantom was shrinking with every breath, while Qinglong Zen Master's Buddhist light continued to grow stronger.

"Where are the four dragon heads?"

"They're tied up with five eighth-level elders," Ximen Chuixue replied. "The Seventh Elder... no, the Four Dragon Heads can kill them, but it will take time."

Dongfang Weiwo remained silent for a moment. He looked down at the battlefield, at the Dragon Scale Guards' bloodied battle lines, at Shangguan Jin Hong's chipped double rings, at Gongzi Yu's blood-stained sword, at Xiaoyao Hou's cracked chessboard—

He slowly removed his mask.

"Walk."

Step out.

The next instant, his figure appeared in the very center of the battlefield, above the heads of eight thousand elite Azure Dragon Society warriors. The autumn wind whipped his robes, and sunlight streamed down from the gaps in the clouds, falling upon his young and serene face.

He did not release his energy.

The aura of a Grandmaster at the first level was practically insignificant on this battlefield—there were at least dozens of Grandmasters at the fifth, sixth, or even seventh or eighth level clashing around him. But the token at his waist gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

Azure Dragon Token.

The token of the young dragon's head.

Dongfang Weiwo spoke, his voice not loud, but a mysterious aura amplified it and carried throughout the entire Frostmaple Plain:

"Pass on my order. The entire Azure Dragon Society, regroup and retreat three miles."

The eight thousand elite members of the Azure Dragon Society all looked up. They didn't recognize the young face, but they recognized the token.

The first ironclad rule of the Azure Dragon Society, personally promulgated by the three dragon leaders a year ago: Seeing the Azure Dragon Order is as if seeing the Society Leader, and seeing the Junior Dragon Leader is as if seeing the Society Leader.

In an instant, all the Azure Dragon Society cultivators knelt on one knee:

"Greetings, Young Dragon Leader!"

The voices of eight thousand people converged into a torrent, drowning out the battle cries.

The cultivators from the thirty-seven sects of the Dragon Extermination Alliance were all stunned. A Young Dragon Leader? The Azure Dragon Society has another Young Dragon Leader? That elusive, legendary Young Dragon Leader who was supposedly "taken in as a disciple by the Great Dragon Head"?

Someone recognized the face.

"Dongfang Weiwo! He is the son of the Weeping Blood Marquis! The one from the Great Tomb of the East Sea—"

"Eighteen years old?! The young leader of the Green Dragon Society is only eighteen?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell. Within the Dragon Extermination Alliance formation, all eyes were focused on the young figure in mid-air.

Zen Master Qinglong frowned sharply. The Buddhist light paused slightly, and in that instant, Li Chenzhou's imperial phantom, "ruling the world," expanded by another three zhang.

Dongfang Weiwo surveyed the entire scene, his face expressionless.

"Three dragon heads, cover the entire army's retreat."

"Yes!"

Li Chenzhou let out a long roar, and the illusory image of the emperor suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of golden light, forcefully pushing back the Buddhist light of Zen Master Qinglong by a hundred feet.

Guan Qi unleashed both palms simultaneously, forcing the five eighth-level Heavenly Elders who were entangled with him back three steps—a full-force attack from a mid-stage ninth-level Heavenly Elder. The five men coughed up blood and staggered backward. Fu Hongxue slashed his black blade in front of him, creating a deep chasm of blade energy that cut off the pursuers' path.

With the three dragon leaders covering their rear, all the cultivators of the Azure Dragon Society quickly retreated and withdrew.