Qing Cang relied on his advantage in size and strength to catch the Daxia powerhouses off guard.
A dragon body several thousand meters long contained incredibly terrifying power.
In ancient mythology, the term 'dragon-elephant' was often used to describe immense strength, which spoke to the sheer power of a true dragon.
Qing Cang danced through the air at high speeds, twisting his massive frame.
Aside from top-tier Martial Artists like Xiang Longwu who could confront him head-on, the others could only focus on dodging to avoid his sharp edge.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two Daxia powerhouses failed to dodge in time and were struck down one after another, crashing heavily into the ground with thunderous impacts.
Chen Xu turned to look at the two impact sites, then glanced at Zhuge Xuanqi beside him, only to find that the elder had no intention of going to their rescue. He was still focused on manipulating his compass to maintain the array.
"Senior Zhuge, don't we need to go over there and check on them?"
Zhuge Xuanqi didn't even turn his head, merely replying.
"No need. There are specialized rescue personnel in the rear. Besides, for this clearing operation, every one of them has their life-saving items maxed out. Instant Healing Potions, pills—they have everything they need."
As soon as he spoke, the two Daxia powerhouses flew back into the sky, rejoined the battlefield once more.
Chen Xu clearly saw that one of them was clutching a purple potion in his mouth, drinking as he flew. As for the other, his mouth was stuffed full, and he was chewing non-stop as green juice leaked from the corners of his lips.
Chen Xu couldn't help but remark, "That's quite the hustle. They couldn't even wait to finish drinking on the ground."
"Haha, young Chen, you're still young and haven't experienced many group raids like this. Reality isn't like a game with clear scoreboards or damage charts to measure performance.
The post-battle rewards are naturally divided based on one's performance during the operation.
That's why the older generation basically fights like this. The harder you fight, the more resources you get. The more resources you get, the faster you grow."
"That's true."
Chen Xu deeply agreed with Zhuge Xuanqi's words. His own rapid growth was entirely thanks to his undead army's dedication—giving their all until their final rest.
While the two were chatting, a strange dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the sky.
Xiang Longwu's head had actually begun to draconicize, followed by his torso, and finally, his legs transformed into a dragon tail.
A red true dragon, over a hundred meters long, let out a roar and lunged toward Qing Cang.
"Alas, Longwu ultimately chose this path."
Zhuge Xuanqi let out a long sigh as he watched the two dragons entwine in battle above.
"Holy cow! What kind of punch technique is Brother Xiang using? It's incredible—he can actually turn into a true dragon!"
Chen Xu had originally been very interested in Xiang Longwu's Nine Dragon Punch; that ability to manifest true qi into physical forms was simply too cool.
Now, he could even transform—and into a true dragon, no less! That was a dragon!
"Taikun Martial Arts are divided into form and intent. The Shape-Will Fist imitates the world's exotic beasts to comprehend the true meaning of martial arts. Some believe one should emphasize intent, using it to govern the body and perceive the Great Dao.
But there is another faction that believes that since the 'Shape-Will' was originally created to imitate innate divine beasts, if one imitates the intent, why not imitate the form as well?"
"Innate divine beasts? That means besides the true dragon, there are techniques to transform into other divine beasts!"
Seeing Chen Xu so excited, Zhuge Xuanqi introduced more to him.
"There are. The Roc, the Kui Bull, the Xuan Bird, the Phoenix—there are too many to count.
In Taikun, during ancient times, exotic beasts were everywhere, and there are many records regarding this. Shape-Will Fist techniques are as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
However..."
Zhuge Xuanqi glanced at Chen Xu, hesitating for a moment.
"Senior Zhuge, however what?"
"Taikun is very strict about taking disciples. Unless you're a one-in-a-million peerless genius, they only accept those below the Transcendent-tier who already possess other skills."
"Haha, Senior Zhuge, I'm just interested in these strange techniques. I don't necessarily need to become a disciple."
Chen Xu already held the grand path of the Necrotic Lord in his hands. Everything else was merely a passing interest to stave off boredom on his journey toward the Great Dao.
As the two conversed, the situation in the sky changed again.
After the red dragon transformed from Xiang Longwu entangled Qing Cang, the raging Fires of Commoners began to spread across Qing Cang's body once more.
This strange flame constantly eroded his mana and interfered with his control over Daoist laws.
All of this was too bizarre, making Qing Cang want to end the battle as quickly as possible; he didn't want to drag it out any longer.
But the red dragon transformed from this ant was incredibly difficult to deal with, completely ignoring his attacks and trading injury for injury just to restrain him.
Furthermore, the other ants around were constantly stabbing strange things into the red dragon's back.
Every time Qing Cang managed to wound the red dragon with great effort, a single injection would make the red dragon lively again, continuing to stall him and preventing him from exerting his full strength.
As time passed and the flames continued to spread, Qing Cang's strength waned under the group's attrition, losing the ferocity he had at the start.
As the flames completely covered Qing Cang's lower body, illusory chains extended from the waists of the Daxia powerhouses, connecting to the dragon's body.
Every move Qing Cang made was restricted by the chains, his strength dispersed and minimized by them.
"Roar!"
Qing Cang let out a roar of pain. The chains on his body grew tighter and tighter, already crushing his dragon scales and embedding themselves into his flesh, drawing blood.
Seeing this, Zhuge Xuanqi immediately sent a voice transmission to the rear.
"The time has come! Bring forth the cauldrons!"
Atop the peaks of Twin Sword Peaks, Daxia's clearing force was anxiously awaiting orders.
Upon receiving Zhuge Xuanqi's command, they immediately sprang into action.
Each of them stood beneath the massive cauldrons, pressing their hands against the bottoms and hoisting them onto their shoulders.
The nine massive cauldrons were carried into the air, moving toward the East Sea.
Chen Xu sensed the movement behind him and glanced at Qing Cang in the sky, knowing the dragon's fate was sealed; he wouldn't be jumping around for much longer.
In the end, he was just a newly transformed true dragon, neither a Dragon King of the Dragon Palace nor the white dragon horse that had completed the journey for scriptures.
To hold out this long against a Transcendent nation with various means was already impressive.
In this battle, even Chen Xu, the greatest combat power, had not made a move, all to give the others a chance to train.
With someone to back them up, the Daxia powerhouses cast aside their burdens and exerted their maximum strength.
Above the East Sea, Qing Cang also noticed the anomaly to the west.
Those massive cauldrons had absorbed the momentum of heaven and earth and were now slowly flying toward the East Sea. Qing Cang didn't understand what kind of Daoist law or array this was, but he knew it was definitely not in his favor.
Hardening his heart, Qing Cang grabbed the red dragon's head with one claw and tore fiercely.
"Roar!"
A large patch of dragon scales and flesh was torn away, and at the same time, Xiang Longwu's two dragon claws remained embedded in Qing Cang's body.
Xiang Longwu was now covered in blood and riddled with wounds.
Qing Cang threw Xiang Longwu aside. With his greatest obstacle gone, Qing Cang turned back to look at the ants behind him.
His eyes gleamed with ferocity as he let out a furious roar.
The Daxia powerhouses were so startled that they quickly scattered their formation, preparing to defend against Qing Cang's attack.
But Qing Cang took the opportunity to change his shape, shrinking to a size of about a hundred meters. He had wanted to become even smaller, but the chains restricted his divine abilities, preventing further shrinking.
Without dwelling on it, Qing Cang flew straight downward.
His immense force dragged the ants behind him along as he plummeted toward the surface.
The East Sea—Qing Cang's goal was once again the East Sea. He didn't plan to tangle with these ants any longer.
He had only just become a true dragon and had a bright future to enjoy. Today's grudge could be settled later once his cultivation was successful.
"Boom!"
A massive Bagua array suddenly appeared above the sea's surface, blocking Qing Cang's path.
Qing Cang's dragon claws swung frantically, intending to destroy the array before him.
The Bagua compass in Zhuge Xuanqi's hand shook violently, covered in dense cracks.
"By the laws of the decree!"
Zhuge Xuanqi shouted, spitting out a mouthful of blood to forcibly maintain the compass in his hand.
"Roar!"
Xiang Longwu also flew back, grabbing Qing Cang once more and flying upward.
Qing Cang tried to struggle, but limited by his size, he couldn't break free immediately.
Ye Bufan and Han Zhuting also found the right moment, a spear and a sword piercing toward Qing Cang's eyes.
Blood splattered everywhere as a mournful dragon's cry filled the heavens.
"The cauldrons are here!"
Zhuge Xuanqi leaped into the air, landing on one of the bronze cauldrons.
He reached his hand into the flames at the center of the cauldron and pulled out a physical chain. Then, using a flight technique, he grabbed the chain and arrived beside Qing Cang, linking it with the previous illusory chains.
Repeating this several times, all Nine Cauldrons were linked to Qing Cang.
Zhuge Xuanqi formed a hand seal, his expression solemn.
"In ancient times, the Sovereign of Humanity quelled the floods, gathered the hearts of the people, and established the orthodoxy of the human race. He cast the Nine Cauldrons to suppress the world's dragon veins. Today, his descendants dare to follow his example, using the Nine Cauldrons to suppress this true dragon, breaking its body and sealing its soul!
Rise, cauldrons! The array is complete!"
Zhuge Xuanqi pointed at Qing Cang, and the nine massive cauldrons slowly descended, respectively pinning down Qing Cang's head, four claws, tail, seven-inch mark, dragon heart, and belly.
"Roar... Roar..."
Qing Cang wailed in pain, his voice growing fainter and fainter.
【True Dragon Qing Cang has died. The main quest for the ultra-tier dungeon, Flood of the Flood Dragon, is complete. You may choose to settle the dungeon rewards and merge the Dungeon Core, or continue with side quests.】
【Optional Side Quest Targets: 1. Huang Cang Imperial Court; 2. South Xuan Sects.】
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