116: Chapter 116 A Perfect Assistance in Need

"That North Dragon King, I felt he had too much ambition back when I was at Ancient Dragon Island. Although that girl Zi Yan has awakened the Dragon Phoenix bloodline, she is still too young. After the rebellion of the three islands was quelled, she didn't cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, leaving this scourge behind. Now that the North Dragon King has betrayed Zi Yan and blood-sacrificed the entire clan, she cannot hold on alone."

Hun Feng took the jade slip from her hand, his tone calm yet firm: "I will go personally. I will take the North Dragon King's head, and I will clean up the mess of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan."

Medusa raised those purple eyes to look at him. She took a tiny nine-colored snake scale from her storage ring and placed it in his palm. The scale still carried her body heat, circulating a faint nine-colored halo: "Give this to her. Just say that I asked the Hun Clan to help her. When Zi Yan was young in the Jia Ma Empire, she liked to pester me for spars the most. Every time she lost, she would pout and say she would definitely win next time. You tell her — Sister Cai Lin is waiting for her to recover from her injuries so they can have another fight."

Hun Feng tucked the nine-colored snake scale close to his body and lowered his head to leave a kiss on Medusa's forehead. Yao Yao leaned against the corridor pillar watching this scene, a hint of playfulness flashing in her peach-blossom eyes, though she rarely teased them. She simply wrapped her bone whip around her wrist and walked up to Hun Feng to straighten his collar: "Husband, two of the six in our family are pregnant, so don't linger outside for too long." Hun Feng flicked Yao Yao's forehead and walked towards the Void Ferry with long strides.

Ancient Dragon Island, above East Dragon Island. The entire island was shrouded in thick, blood-colored mist. The Dragon Transformation Demon Array, like a giant net covering the sky and sun, inverted over East Dragon Island. Countless twisted blood-colored runes spread and diffused on the ground within the array, and wherever they passed, even the rocks were corroded with charred marks. The air was filled with a nauseating bloody stench, mixed with the unique scorching breath of the dragon race; every breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of red-hot charcoal. The remaining elites of East Dragon Island retreated to the periphery of the main hall, and Hei Qing led the guards to resist desperately, but his chest had already been torn open by the North Dragon King's dragon claw, leaving a deep wound visible to the bone. He knelt on the ground gasping for air, coughing up blood foam with every breath. The pressure of a Six-Star Dou Sheng made it difficult for low-level Void Ancient Dragons to even stand, and the defensive line guarding the front of the main hall was torn apart layer by layer.

Zi Yan stood in front of the main hall's gate, her golden dragon spear held horizontally in front of her, the pressure of the Dragon Phoenix bloodline released without reservation. Her robes were covered in dust and blood, and her left arm had been torn open by a blood-colored sharp claw, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone; fresh blood dripped down her wrist onto the dragon spear. Blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and her golden pupils surged with unwillingness and determination; the blue stone floor beneath her feet had already been cracked deeply.

"Zi Yan, are you still going to struggle in vain?" The North Dragon King hovered in the center of the demon array, his body surrounded by dense, almost tangible blood-evil energy. Those vertical pupils were stained with a layer of crazy blood color, and every bone spur on his dragon wings dripped with unrefined blood beads. After devouring the bloodlines of the two great royal clans and the souls of ninety percent of the North Dragon Island tribesmen, his cultivation had surged from the peak of Five-Star to Six-Star. With every gesture, he carried the shrill shrieks of countless wronged souls. "The West Dragon King and the South Dragon King are already dead, and their bloodlines are now within my body. As long as I refine you, I will be the true Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan! If you are sensible, this King can spare your life and refine you into a puppet for me to drive — otherwise, today will be your death day!"

Zi Yan gritted her teeth and raised her golden dragon spear again. She was the Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan and the last barrier of East Dragon Island. She could die, but she must never fall in front of her own clansmen.

Just then, a blood-red flame descended from the sky. The flame was not violent or ostentatious; it was just a very thin, very slight wisp that silently penetrated the sky-covering blood-colored mist and landed precisely on the ground between the North Dragon King and Zi Yan. The moment it landed, the entire Dragon Transformation Demon Array seemed to be throttled by someone — all the surging blood-colored runes solidified in the same instant, and the shrill shrieks of countless wronged souls in the array stopped abruptly. Immediately afterward, the wisp of blood-colored flame spread silently from the landing point, burning all the blood-evil energy it touched into nothingness. It was not confrontation, not suppression, but a complete erasure from this space, leaving not even a trace of the bloody stench.

The North Dragon King's pupils contracted violently. He felt a majestic pressure that made his soul tremble slowly descending from the sky. That was not a Six-Star, not a Seven-Star — that was a genuine Eight Star Dou Sheng, and the terrifying aura contained in that flame far exceeded any Heavenly Flame he had ever seen. The Dragon Transformation Demon Array disintegrated inch by inch under this pressure. He tried his best to urge the array eye to stabilize the situation, but those blood-colored runes that had devoured countless lives were as fragile as paper lanterns in front of that blood-colored flame.

The blood-colored mist was torn open, and a long, dark-robed figure descended from the sky. He was surrounded by blood-red flames, and the nine flame halos on his back were particularly striking in the dim battlefield. In his right hand, a blood-red spear pointed diagonally at the ground — the spear body was condensed from Heaven-Slaying Flame, and the origins of nine types of Heavenly Flames intertwined and circulated at the spear tip. Every wisp of flame that swept through the air scorched extremely fine cracks in the surrounding space. The blood spear swept across the ground, and the blue stone melted silently into dark red magma. There was no smile on that handsome face, only a kind of condescending indifference — not the pressure deliberately set up, but the composure of a hunter watching prey struggle in vain. The aura of an Eight Star Dou Sheng spread out unreservedly, crushing all the dragon might above the entire East Dragon Island.

"So many people bullying one, aren't you ashamed?"

Hun Feng's voice was not loud, but in this silence, every word clearly spread throughout the entire East Dragon Island. He did not look at the North Dragon King but turned his head to look at the little girl behind him who was covered in blood and barely standing while propping herself up with the dragon spear. Zi Yan looked up blankly, and the dragon spear almost slipped from her hand. She had seen this person — in the Demon Flame Space, at the grand wedding in the Soul Realm, every time they met, he stood on the opposite side of her. She thought he had come to loot a burning house, but the unreserved pressure of an Eight Star Dou Sheng around him now stood like a wall between her and the North Dragon King.

Hun Feng took the nine-colored snake scale that Medusa had given him from his storage ring and tossed it into Zi Yan's arms. The nine-colored halo circulated a faint glimmer in the blood mist, like the only clean thing in this ruin.

"Your Sister Cai Lin asked me to bring you a message — she is waiting for you to recover from your injuries, then go have another fight. She also said, if you dare to die here, she will break off your dragon horns and give them to Mu Xiao as a slingshot."

Zi Yan looked down at the nine-colored snake scale in her palm, and her eye sockets turned red instantly. She recognized this scale — this was the first nine-colored snake scale shed from Medusa's original body. Back in the Jia Ma Empire, she had asked Sister Cai Lin for it countless times, but Cai Lin had never been willing to give it. She opened her mouth to say something, but her throat felt blocked by something. Finally, she just sniffed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Who wants you to collect my corpse."

Hun Feng reached out and rubbed her head, as if soothing a bristling kitten. Then he turned around to face the North Dragon King. The North Dragon King instinctively retreated half a step, taking back all the remaining blood-evil energy of the Dragon Transformation Demon Array into his body. He had lived for thousands of years and seen countless powerhouses, but facing a genuine Eight Star Dou Sheng — not to mention the aura emitted by the blood spear in the opponent's hand made the dragon bloodline in his body tremble instinctively — he couldn't even muster the slightest will to fight. The gap was too big.

"Young Master of the Hun Clan, this is the family affair of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan. My grievances with East Dragon Island have nothing to do with the Hun Clan. If you let this King go, I can offer half of the essence blood of North Dragon Island." The North Dragon King's voice was hoarse and cautious, and his posture was extremely low.

"Family affair?" Hun Feng repeated these two words, his tone as cold as the cold spring gushing from the depths of the Nine Serene Yellow Springs, "You slaughtered West Dragon Island, blood-sacrificed South Dragon Island, and refined ninety percent of the North Dragon Island tribesmen into wronged souls in the array. You say this is a family affair? Zi Yan calls my woman 'sister', so she is a person of my Hun Clan. You want to refine her in front of me — you tell me, do I have the qualification to interfere?"

The blood spear swept slowly across the ground, bringing out a string of striking sparks. Hun Feng took a step forward, and the pressure of the Eight Star Dou Sheng crushed towards the North Dragon King without reservation. Every step he took left a charred footprint on the blue stone floor.

"When you blood-sacrificed your entire clan, did you ever think about whether they were your family affair? When you devoured the West Dragon King and the South Dragon King, did you ask them if they were willing? Now that it's your own life — you tell me, do you deserve to live?"

The North Dragon King retreated several steps under that pressure, and the bone spurs on his dragon wings were trembling violently. He knew that begging for mercy was useless; the man in front of him had no intention of leaving him a way out. He gritted his teeth and detonated all the blood-evil energy in his body. The remaining energy of the Dragon Transformation Demon Array turned into a blood-colored beam of light and blasted towards Hun Feng — this was his last desperate strike.

Hun Feng did not dodge, but simply raised the blood spear and made a light slash in front of him. The blood-colored fire curtain transformed by the Heaven-Slaying Flame swallowed the blood-colored beam of light completely, without even a ripple. He turned his wrist, and the blood spear left his hand, turning into a blood-colored lightning bolt that pierced the North Dragon King's chest precisely, pinning his dragon body firmly in the center of the array eye of the Dragon Transformation Demon Array. Countless wronged souls surged out from the shattered array eye, wailing, and under the purification of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, they turned into dots of pale golden light filling the sky. The soul fragments of the West Dragon Island and South Dragon Island tribesmen who had been devoured were finally liberated, slowly dissipating in the void. The North Dragon King looked down at the hole in his chest pierced by the blood spear, opened his mouth to say something, but only emitted a few broken gasps. He could feel his vitality being crazily devoured by that blood spear, and the blood-evil energy, dragon bloodline, and even the soul origin in his body were being stripped away like silk from a cocoon by that extremely domineering devouring power.

Hun Feng walked in front of him and raised his right hand to press on his crown. The devouring power of the Void Devouring Flame Sub-flame erupted, extracting all the bloodline power, soul origin, and the remaining energy in the Dragon Transformation Demon Array that the North Dragon King had refined, and poured it into his Dantian along his palm. The Heaven-Slaying Flame stripped and purified these majestic energies layer by layer, converting them into the purest source power, and slowly operated in his body along the meridian route of the Heaven-tier Advanced Burning Technique. The bottleneck of the early Eight Star stage shattered under the impact of this energy — mid-Eight Star stage.

The North Dragon King's body withered inch by inch under his palm, finally turning into a lifeless dry bone, pinned to the center of the array eye by the blood spear. Hun Feng withdrew his palm and pulled the blood spear from the array eye. The light circulating on the blood-colored spear body was a few degrees more intense than before — it had just devoured the entire cultivation of a Six-Star Dou Sheng.

He turned and walked towards Zi Yan. Zi Yan stood up from the ruins, propping herself up with the dragon spear, still clutching the nine-colored snake scale in her arms. Complex emotions surged in those golden pupils — the man in front of her had crushed the North Dragon King with the power of an Eight Star Dou Sheng and sucked dry all of the North Dragon King's cultivation. He saved her, saved her entire East Dragon Island. This favor was too great, so great that she didn't know how to repay it for a moment.

But Hun Feng didn't seem to be in a hurry for her to repay it. He stored the blood spear into his Dantian and walked to Zi Yan, looking down at the little girl covered in blood and pale.

"The North Dragon King is dead, the rebel army of the three islands is leaderless and cannot become a climate. The rest of the matters are not urgent — you recover from your injuries first. When you recover, let's talk about the alliance between the Void Ancient Dragon Clan and the Hun Clan."

Zi Yan looked up at him, a trace of stubbornness flashing in her golden pupils: "I haven't agreed to form an alliance with you yet."

"I know." Hun Feng laughed, turned around, and walked towards the remaining stone steps of the main hall, "You recover from your injuries first. When you recover, if you think the Hun Clan is not qualified to form an alliance with you, I will turn around and leave, and will never pester you. But before that —" He sat down on the stone steps, took out a pot of wine and two wine bowls from his storage ring, filled one of them, and pushed it towards Zi Yan, "Drink this bowl of wine you owe me first. Rushing from the Soul Realm to Ancient Dragon Island, I haven't even had a sip of water on the way." Zi Yan leaned on the dragon spear and walked to the stone steps, picked up the wine bowl, and drank a large mouthful. She frowned slightly when the strong wine entered her throat, but then relaxed. She put down the wine bowl and looked at Hun Feng, suddenly asking a question.

"Is Sister Cai Lin really willing to marry you?"

Hun Feng's hand holding the wine bowl paused slightly, then resumed his habitual composure: "Wait until you recover from your injuries to ask her that yourself. She is in the Soul Realm, you can come anytime." Zi Yan did not pursue the question, just picked up the wine bowl and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. The night wind blew across the devastated East Dragon Island, gradually blowing away the bloody stench remaining in the air. She knew that from today on, the Void Ancient Dragon Clan owed the Hun Clan a huge favor — and this man didn't seem to be in a hurry to get it back.