He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 796 Dragon Slays God Victory

Long Shishen neither dodged nor evaded. The dormant dragon bloodline within him suddenly awakened, golden dragon energy erupting like a volcano, condensing into a shield before him composed of countless illusory dragon scales. The scales shimmered, exuding an aura of indestructibility. "Bang bang bang—" A series of impacts rang out, rubble shattering into dust upon striking the shield. He reached out and grabbed, his five fingers like steel pincers, forcefully gripping Long Si's claws, which carried the weight of a thousand pounds!

Long Si felt an immense force surge through his claws, causing the scales on his entire arm to vibrate and tingle. A numbing sensation shot up his spine to the top of his head—this kid's strength was more than ten times greater than it had been two hundred years ago! He roared, and his other claw slammed into Long Shishen's chest with a whooshing sound. At the same time, he spewed out a chilling white breath that instantly froze the air, covering the rocks on the ground with a thick layer of ice in the blink of an eye, and even the light seemed to be frozen.

Long Shishen's wrist snapped shut, using the momentum of Long Si's charge to deflect his claws to the side. His figure slid half a step to the side like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the chilling aura capable of shattering rocks. At the same time, his shoulder slumped slightly, and golden dragon energy around him solidified, forcefully ramming into Long Si's abdomen! A muffled thud, like a drumbeat, echoed through the valley. Long Si's massive body was sent staggering back several feet by the impact, crashing heavily against the cliff behind him. Rock fragments rained down, creating a cloud of dust.

"Good heavens!" Long Si was both shocked and furious, never imagining that he would be driven to such a state by his own son. His body suddenly shone with a brilliant azure light, his scales bristling like countless sharp blades, and he roared as he pounced again. This time, he held nothing back. His claws flashed, leaving afterimages in their wake. He would unleash chilling breaths that froze the heavens and earth, and conjure water arrows that shot towards vital points. Each move was a culmination of two hundred years of cultivation, determined to completely subdue his arrogant son.

But Long Shishen moved with effortless ease, golden dragon energy flowing endlessly around him. Sometimes it transformed into a shield to withstand attacks, the dragon scales on the shield opening and closing to neutralize all assaults; other times it condensed into dragon claws to counterattack, the wind from the claws tearing even the air itself with tiny cracks. His moves seemed casual, yet they subtly exuded an innate dragon king's aura. With each clash, Long Si felt his blood surge, and the flow of spiritual energy within his body became somewhat sluggish—it was a suppression originating from the bloodline level, making even his "father" feel a sense of awe.

As the battle reached its climax, Long Shishen let out a long roar that shook the heavens. Behind him, half a golden dragon shadow slowly emerged, its whiskers fluttering, and its eyes, opening and closing, exuded an aura of supreme majesty. He ceased his defense and charged forward like an arrow released from a bow. Golden dragon energy condensed into a dazzling point of light in his fist, carrying the force to shatter mountains and split rocks, and struck directly at Long Si's face.

Long Si roared and swung his claws to block. With a crisp clang, like metal clashing, he felt a tremendous force pass through his claws, causing several of his scales to fall off and blood to seep out instantly. In the instant of the excruciating pain, Long Shishen seized the fleeting opportunity, his elbow striking Long Si's most vulnerable spot with a force like a steel cone.

"Ugh!" Long Si groaned, his massive body finally giving way, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. A flash of azure light, and he transformed into human form, clutching his chest and panting heavily, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Long Shishen, his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and pride: "Good lad… truly worthy of being my offspring, Long Si! His dragon aura has awakened to such a degree!"

Long Shishen withdrew his dragon aura, quickly stepped forward to help his father up, and wore a faint smile of triumph on his face: "Father, you are too kind."

Long Si waved his hand, ignoring his injuries, his face filled with undisguised excitement, his voice trembling: "Two hundred years... two hundred years of waiting, it has finally not been in vain! My dragon clan finally has hope!" The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the father and son, reflecting two tall figures, and also reflecting the dawn of a clan returning to its homeland.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Long Shishen's lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. His golden vertical pupils surged with long-suppressed resentment and anger, like magma beneath a dormant volcano: "Father, the human race can remain still for now, but the crimes and blood feuds committed against our dragon clan by the dragon and phoenix clans back then cannot be avenged. How can I face the cultivation and expectations of the entire clan? How can I face those clansmen who died tragically in the encirclement?"

Hearing this, a hint of approval flashed in Long Si's eyes. This kind of spirit was more like his son. He raised his hand and patted his son's shoulder heavily, saying in a deep voice, "Good son, I know you've been holding back a lot of anger. You've suffered these past years, but as long as you're safe and sound, that's more important than anything else. What exactly happened in the valley that day? Tell me in detail, don't leave out a single thing."

Long Shishen was completely different from He Yuzhu—He Yuzhu was still unaware of his existence, yet he could know everything He Yuzhu had done through some mysterious connection. He then recounted the events of that day in detail: from the perilous battle with the demon generals under Zhang Jiao's command, to how He Yuzhu's secretly laid formations used the enemy's strength against them, even including He Yuzhu's breathing rhythm and the timing of his attacks. Finally, he stopped speaking: "Father, that is the whole story of that day."

After listening, Long Si suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the empty valley, carrying a hint of surprise and relief: "Interesting, very interesting. I didn't expect there to be so many twists and turns. That demonic cultivator named Zhang Jiao has some rather strange methods. If you find it troublesome, don't be stubborn. Your father will take care of him and kill him. It's just a piece of cake."

Long Shishen slowly shook his head, his tone as firm as a rock: "No need, Father. This is a trial for He Yuzhu, and a tempering for me. Some paths must be walked alone to be truly secure; some hurdles must be overcome to grow. Otherwise, what kind of real experience is it? If I can't even withstand this little storm, how can I lead my people back to their peak in the future?"

Long Si gave him a deep look, then slowly nodded and said approvingly, "You're right. I was just being impatient. Young eagles have to spread their wings on their own to learn to soar." He paused, then added, "Then I'll head back to the deep sea first. Staying here too long might alert the spies of the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan, potentially causing unnecessary trouble."

Long Shishen bowed deeply in farewell, his golden vertical pupils flashing with resolute light, his words ringing out: "Father, rest assured, a hundred years from now, I will surely return in glory with the flame of the Flood Dragon Clan. At that time, I will make those clans that once looked down on us see that our Flood Dragon Clan is no ordinary creature, and we will surely return to the ranks of the Dragon Clan, allowing the entire clan to hold its head high!"