122: Long Aotian makes his entrance: This prince is the chosen one of destiny!

"Presumptuous!"

"How audacious!"

"Rebellion! Rebellion! This is absolute rebellion!"

Within the Imperial Palace of the Great Xia Divine Capital.

The Great Xia Sovereign looked at the Chief Steward of the Inner Court, who had been thrown back like a javelin and lay there like a pile of mush. He trembled with rage, nearly passing away on the spot.

As the ruler of the greatest ancient Imperial Dynasty, on the very first day of their awakening, the first envoy he sent out was... actually having his legs broken and thrown back like trash?!

This was nothing short of a blatant provocation!

It was taking the face of the Great Xia Dynasty, pinning it to the ground, and rubbing it frantically with the soles of their shoes!

"Sovereign, please calm your anger!"

Below, a group of Imperial Clan powerhouses who had just awakened from their slumber knelt on the ground one after another.

"A mere pheasant Sect from the Eastern Desolation dares to provoke the heavenly might of Great Xia?"

"Please give the order, Sovereign. This general is willing to lead a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to flatten that Kaoshan Sect and tear that Li Daoxuan into ten thousand pieces!"

"Exactly! If we do not eliminate this scoundrel, where will the dignity of our Great Xia remain?!"

However...

Upon the throne...

The Crown Prince of Great Xia, wearing a nine-dragon robe and who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

He was not angry.

In those eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of ages, there was only a hint of... disdain.

"A bunch of useless trash."

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it instantly silenced the entire hall.

"To deal with a mere Kaoshan Sect, why would our Great Xia's heavenly soldiers need to act?"

"That would be giving them too much credit."

He paused, a playful curve hooking the corner of his mouth.

"Father, your son has a... more interesting way."

...Three days later.

The Kaoshan Sect was calm and peaceful.

Ever since the eunuch steward was thrown back like a javelin, the Great Xia Dynasty seemed to have misfired; there was no further movement.

This made Shi Tian and the others, who were prepared for a big fight, feel a bit bored.

"Senior Brother, do you think they're scared?"

In the back mountain, Shi Tian asked indistinctly while flipping a Yao Beast leg on the grill.

"Scared?"

Xiao Chen wiped the iron sword in his hand and shook his head.

"I don't think so."

"Revered Master said that a dog that bites doesn't bark. The quieter it is, the more it means they are brewing some big move."

"To hell with their big move!" Ye Fan slapped his chest and said in a muffled voice, "Soldiers will be blocked by generals, and water will be covered by earth! If they dare to come, I'll let them taste my fists, which are as big as clay pots!"

While the few of them were still bragging and joking around...

"Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!"

A world-shaking thunderclap exploded above the Nine Heavens without any warning!

The entire Mountain-Protecting Formation of the Kaoshan Sect trembled violently at this moment!

"What's the situation?!"

"Is it thundering?"

Everyone looked up in unison.

Only to see above the Kaoshan Sect...

At some point, a patch of... golden thunderclouds had gathered!

Within those thunderclouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared as dragons and snakes danced wildly!

A terrifying aura, more overbearing and ancient than the previous Great Xia Dynasty, filled with Supreme majesty, descended crashing down from the clouds!

"It's Dragon Might!"

Leng Yanran's expression changed, "Such pure Dragon Might! Could it be... the Primordial Dragon Clan?!"

Before her voice could fade...

"Roar—!!!"

A clear dragon roar, powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers, echoed through the clouds!

That patch of golden thunderclouds was forcibly torn open by a massive golden dragon claw!

Immediately following...

A colossal golden dragon head, as large as a mountain, slowly emerged from the clouds!

It was a... true... Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!

Its entire body was covered in golden dragon scales, each one shimmering with immortal divine light.

Those dragon eyes, as brilliant as the sun, were filled with innate pride and... narcissism.

It simply hovered quietly in mid-air, looking down at the "little bugs" below who were like ants.

Two streams of scorching Dragon Breath puffed out from its nostrils.

Its appearance was as arrogant as could be.

"I am the Lord of the Primordial Dragon Clan, the future Supreme of the Monster Realm, a peerless handsome man who combines looks and talent..."

The golden dragon spoke slowly, its voice loud and resonant, filled with magnetism, yet carrying a hint of an extremely forced aria.

"Long Aotian!"

"You Mortals of the Lower Realm, seeing this Prince, why do you not quickly kneel and offer your knees and... tributes?!"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Inside the Kaoshan Sect.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the golden giant dragon in the sky, which was still striking poses and frantically adding drama to its own performance.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

"Is... is there something wrong with this guy's head?"

"Long Aotian? Isn't this name a bit too... chuunibyou?"

"And Child of Destiny? Who does he think he is? A novel protagonist?"

Even the usually steady Li Daoxuan's mouth was twitching frantically at this moment.

He looked at the excessively flashy golden dragon in the sky, then at the (illusion of) the Crown Prince of Great Xia nearby, who was equally stunned.

He understood instantly.

Good grief.

So the big move the Great Xia Dynasty was brewing was... calling for backup?

And they invited such a... weirdo?

"Hey!"

"You ants below!"

"This Prince is talking to you! Are you all deaf?!"

Seeing that no one below responded, Long Aotian was suddenly a bit displeased.

His massive dragon eyes scanned the area, finally landing on the few fairly pretty young women (Leng Yanran, Disciple Hua Qingwu), a hint of lewdness flashing in his eyes.

Then they landed on the local dog (Da Huang) who was baring its teeth at him, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"A Qilin?"

"Interesting."

Long Aotian became interested.

He slowly descended from the clouds, his massive body casting a large shadow, his voice filled with unquestionable dominance.

"The one named Li Daoxuan, get out here for this Prince!"

"This Prince is in a good mood today and will give you a chance to live!"

He extended a massive dragon claw, pointing at Leng Yanran and Disciple Hua Qingwu, then at Da Huang.

"Offer your two female Disciples and that decent-looking dog to this Prince!"

"One to be a maid, one to be a mount!"

"This Prince might consider... sparing your lives!"

These words were spoken with extreme arrogance and narcissism.

As if being chosen by him was a great honor.

However...

What he waited for was not gratitude.

But an... extremely eerie... silence.

Everyone in the Kaoshan Sect looked at the golden giant dragon in the sky, who was still feeling good about himself, with extremely strange and sympathetic eyes.

Those eyes were like they were looking at... an ingredient... that was about to be served on the dining table?

"Gulp."

The clear sound of someone swallowing saliva broke the silence.

By the grill on the back mountain...

The chubby boy who was roasting a Yao Beast leg just now, Shi Tian.

He was currently wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, and in those clear big eyes, an unprecedented... green light was shining!

He stared intently at the thousand-foot-long Five-Clawed Golden Dragon in the sky, which looked like it had extremely succulent meat.

His voice was trembling, filled with a craving for gourmet food.

"Mas... Revered Master..."

"What... what a big... loach!"

"This... how many meals would this be enough for us to eat?!"