He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 810 Long Si's True Strength

Just then, several incomparably powerful auras swept in from the horizon, tearing through the clouds like falling stars. Several powerful figures of the human race arrived, their robes fluttering in the gale, hovering steadily in mid-air. They gazed at the earth-shattering battle below—the shattered mountains, the surging demonic energy and dragon energy colliding and intertwining, the chaotic energy currents in the world almost solidifying—and their brows furrowed, momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.

Among the crowd stood an elderly man in a long black robe, his hair and beard completely white, yet his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He looked at his companion beside him, his tone tinged with surprise and doubt: "What's going on? Wasn't it said that the demon race had long since retreated into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, signing a pact never to set foot in human territory again? Why have so many powerful demons suddenly appeared? Even more strangely, look at that dragon-shaped figure; its aura carries pure dragon might!"

Another resolute-looking old man stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the golden dragon shadow in the center of the battlefield. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Huang, I can't say for sure either. If you sense it carefully, the aura surrounding them is not ordinary demonic energy, but dragon energy! The purest and most yang dragon aura is something that ordinary demonic beasts cannot imitate."

The old man in black robes who spoke was Huang Shu, the patriarch of the Huang family, one of the seven major sects of the human race; and the one who responded to him was Ye Zhen, the patriarch of the Ye family. Both of them were old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years and had long been famous among the human race, with unfathomable strength.

Ye Zhen turned to look at Huang Shu, his tone hesitant: "Shouldn't we report this to the Human Alliance immediately? They are not only demons, but also descendants of dragons. The dragons have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and now they have suddenly appeared and caused such a commotion. We can't hide it from them, and we can't bear the responsibility."

Huang Shu waved his hand, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. His voice was extremely low: "Are you stupid? We might be able to afford to offend ordinary demons, but what are the dragons? They ruled the four seas since ancient times, intimidating all races. Putting aside whether we can offend them, think about it—the dragon pearls within the dragons contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth accumulated over billions of years. They are a great tonic for our breakthroughs. If we could..." He didn't finish his sentence, but a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, a flash of greed in his eyes.

Ye Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and stroked his beard and smiled, "What you said makes perfect sense. Let's hold back for now, just watch from here and see how things develop. When they're both exhausted, we might be able to reap the benefits."

Time ticked by, and the energy fluctuations above the battlefield grew increasingly violent, even causing subtle ripples in space. Long Si maintained control of the battle; each swing of his golden dragon claw carried the power to tear the heavens and earth apart. He glanced at Long Tian and Long Jiao, whose breathing was somewhat disordered, and said calmly, "How are you? Your spiritual energy is almost depleted, isn't it? Do you still want to continue?"

Long Tian's face was ashen, his scales stained with blood, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "What we want is either your death or to hand over Long Shishen. You choose!"

Long Si scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Have you lost your mind after being beaten? Didn't you see that all the powerful human beings around us are watching? If we fight to the death here, who will benefit in the end? If the humans gain the upper hand and capture us to extract the Dragon Pearl, do you think it will be good for the dragon race?"

Long Tian's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously glanced at Huang Shu and the others in mid-air, noticing the strange glint in the eyes of those human powerhouses—clearly, they harbored ill intentions. He understood the implications, but having been suppressed and beaten by Long Si for so long, he simply couldn't swallow this insult. After a moment of silence, he coldly snorted, "Fine, I'll let you off today. But this isn't over. You'll remember this!"

Long Si was too lazy to waste words with him, so he just smiled faintly and didn't respond.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and a thick cloud of purplish-black smoke instantly spread out, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a tide. This smoke was no ordinary substance; it contained the unique illusionary power of the dragon race, capable of blocking divine sense detection. Even powerful figures like Huang Shu and Ye Zhen found it difficult to see through its illusion for a while.

Taking advantage of the smoke's cover, Long Si swayed and transformed into human form, quickly arriving beside Xiao Shuai and grabbing his arm: "Let's go!"

Xiao Shuai was stunned by this sudden turn of events, his mind blank—one moment they were engaged in a fierce battle, and the next he had to run away? He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He could only be dragged along by Long Si, his figure flashing westward like lightning, disappearing into the smoke in a few blinks.

On the other side, Long Tian also said to Long Jiao, "Alright, it's time to go."

Long Jiao was puzzled and frowned, saying, "Brother, we didn't catch Long Si, nor did we find Long Shishen. Are we just going to leave like this? Wouldn't that be a waste of our efforts?"

A calculating glint flashed in Long Tian's eyes as he sneered, "We'll return to the Dragon Clan to report, but Long Si won't escape. I want those humans to know that there are descendants of the Dragon Clan active in this territory, and they're quite powerful. Guess what they'll do? They'll search for Long Si's whereabouts at all costs. Then, there will be a good show to watch." With that, he and Long Jiao transformed into two streaks of red light and vanished into the horizon in an instant.

Huang Shu and Ye Zhen exchanged a glance in mid-air, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes. Huang Shu said in a deep voice, "The appearance of the Dragon Clan will likely bring considerable turmoil to this continent. Send word to all human forces to keep an eye out for the Dragon Clan's whereabouts, and report back immediately upon discovery—we are determined to obtain this Dragon Pearl."

Ye Zhen nodded, his gaze fixed on the direction where Long Si had disappeared, his eyes gleaming with an air of unwavering determination. A far greater storm was quietly brewing within the world.

Long Si and Xiao Shuai had already run dozens of miles. The sounds of fighting and clashing weapons in the mountains behind them had long been swallowed up by the howling mountain wind, leaving only their heavy breathing and hurried footsteps. Xiao Shuai looked back at the distant mountains tinged with twilight, the place where the bloody battle had just taken place now blurred indistinct. He looked at Long Si beside him, his eyes almost overflowing with admiration: "Master, those moves you made just now were amazing! That woman Long Jiao's poisonous claws were so insidious, she came at your heart with a black wind, and you slapped her away with a palm strike, sending her flying into that old locust tree, scattering leaves all over the ground. It made my blood boil! Xiao Shuai truly admires Lord Long Si."

Just as Long Si was about to say something, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft." The scarlet blood splattered on the grass in front of him, like a few mournful flowers blooming, particularly glaring in the twilight.