Dongfang Sheng
Dongfang Chang'ao, who was struggling to find a solution, glanced at the ugly-handed Dongfang Changao and saw that he was indeed carrying a dark, long spear. He was immediately invigorated, but then a little doubtful.
He's skilled with guns, so he pays close attention to all kinds of fine weapons. The legendary weapon, the "Dragon Slaying Spear"—where did that come from? I've never heard of it before.
Upon seeing Quan Deming emerge with a gun, Yan Bugui's expression Yan Bugui changed. He guessed what was about to happen and immediately transmitted his voice to Yan Biao: "Mr. Yan, be careful! Fu Xian Island is about to throw a precious spear into the arena. This spear could very well break your long whip. It must not fall into Dongfang Changao's hands!"
Biwan
Yan Biao hovered in mid-air, appearing relatively relaxed, but he dared not get too close to Dongfang Changao, remaining constantly vigilant for fear of another sneak attack—he had truly been startled earlier. Hearing Yan Dongfang Changao 'Yan Bugui message, he glanced at Fu Xianwu and saw someone indeed carrying a dark, unassuming gun. He smiled and replied to Yan Bugui, "Palace Master Yan, you are overthinking it. The Black Dragon Whip in the hands of my two brothers and I is a top-grade magic Law Treasure crafted by our master after slaughtering a dragon that had cultivated for thousands of years, extracting its tendons, scales, and bones. How could an ordinary treasure possibly break it?"
Seeing that this guy Yan Bugui reminded him again, "Fu Xian Island is not comparable to ordinary sects. The Golden Treasure Spear in Dongfang Changao's hands is also a high-grade Law Treasure. It just happens to be countered by your Black Dragon Whip. Now that they can bring out something to replace the Golden Treasure Spear, it is definitely not an ordinary thing. You must not be careless, sir!"
Yan Biao was alert, and the two men in the air kept a close eye on the gun in Quan Deming's hand. The various factions also noticed something amiss, realizing that Fu Xian Island had brought out a powerful Law Treasure. Quan Deming chose a good spot and transmitted his voice, "Elder Dongfang, prepare to pick up the gun!" With that, he forcefully threw the gun out.
A dark shadow darted out in an arc, landing precisely on a large, protruding rock at the bottom of the valley. The black spear plunged diagonally into the rock, making almost no sound, with only the dark tip of the spear protruding from the rock. The various factions were startled; it was indeed a treasured spear. Dongfang Changao was engaged in combat, was slightly pleased, while Yan Biao was slightly alarmed. The two immediately focused their attention on the spear.
"Hey!" Dongfang Changao roared. He had been waiting for a long time, hoping to find a way out. Now that his fellow disciples had brought out their treasures to help, success or failure depended on the spear below. How could he not fight? He shook the spear with all his might, unleashing a hundred spear shadows, golden light flashing, forcing aside the Black Dragon Whip. He then dodged and plummeted downwards.
"Stop running, Dongfang!" Yan Biao shouted. He was getting a little anxious, his fingers forming hand seals. The Black Dragon Whip chased after Dongfang Changao, and Yan Biao followed suit. All eyes were on the fight between the two, knowing that it had reached a crucial moment.
A hundred meters off the ground, the sound of wind cutting through the air assaulted Dongfang Changao abruptly stopped, turned around, and forcefully thrust his spear several times to deflect the long whip. Everyone thought he would finally be able to retrieve the spear below. But instead, he looked up at Yan Biao, who was charging down, and roared, "Kill!" He then raised his Golden Treasure Spear and soared into the sky, charging towards Yan Biao with unparalleled ferocity.
The two sides clashed. Their speed almost instantly closed the distance. Yan Biao had intended to use his whip to entangle Dongfang Changao so he could retrieve his spear and avoid any future trouble. But Dongfang Changao turned and charged back, as if he had set a trap for him.
A sharp whistle pierced the air as the golden spear hurtled towards them. Yan Biao was nearly scared out of his wits and hurriedly turned to flee, but it seemed he was too late. The two had already met. With a cold snort from Dongfang Changao, a spray of blood appeared in the golden light. "Ah!" Yan Biao screamed in agony as one of his thighs was severed on the spot because he couldn't dodge in time.
The Cultivation Alliance immediately cheered. Chou Wuyuan of the Myriad Demon Palace, in particular, shouted with exceptional loudness and excitement. Yue Qianchou nodded slightly. This Dongfang Changao to his name; given a chance, he could immediately turn the tide. His mental fortitude and decisiveness were unmatched by ordinary people. No wonder he held such an important position on Fu Xian Island, the number one sect in the world.
Although Yan Biao had lost a leg, survival was his priority, so he continued to flee, though severely weakened and much slower. He desperately ran towards Yan Bugui and the others, shouting, "Senior brothers, save me!"
"Dozens, huh?" But someone next to her tugged at her arm.
Those two didn't care about anything else now. Their junior brother was about to die; who cared about rules? They could just admit defeat and leave. But the scene they feared had just unfolded: Dongfang Changao had caught up, his face ashen, raising his gun above Yan Biao's head. The two immediately shouted, "Have mercy!"...
Yan Biao turned around in terror, only to see a flash of golden light approaching. Dongfang Changao swiftly and cleanly swung his spear three times to the left and right, proving himself a seasoned spear user. "Ah!" Several pieces of flesh and blood rained down with a piercing scream, falling to the ground. Yan Biao was dead. The Cultivation Alliance cheered once again.
"Junior brother!" The two who were rushing over exclaimed. They reached out and pulled off the same whip as Yan Biao. Dongfang Changao turned and left, landing on the ground. Seeing the ownerless black whip lying on the ground, he reached out, grabbed it, and threw it directly into his Storage Bag; this could be considered his spoils of war.
Seeing the two men pulling the whip picking up Yan Biao's remains, and glancing at the severed leg before him, Dongfang Changao realized the other party wouldn't let it go easily. He first took out a handful of Qi Replenishing Pill and swallowed them, simultaneously stuffing the Golden Treasure Spear into his Storage Bag. Turning around, he grasped the black spear handle on the large rock behind him. With that grip, his eyes widened slightly, and he abruptly pulled the dark "Dragon Slaying Spear" stuck in the rock, examining it closely.
The spear was cold and icy. A solid black blade, gripped by dragon claws, with nine dragons swimming across its body, an angry dragon spitting out a chilling blade. The entire spear was almost entirely covered in the fine scales of the dragons, exuding an extraordinary aura. Especially striking was the immense power it seemed to contain, a terrifying power that felt strangely familiar. Dongfang Changao looked at his fellow disciples on Fu Xian Island in surprise. He had never heard of such a spear in the sect. If they had, they would have given it to him long ago, and it probably wouldn't have been delayed until now.
"Elder Dongfang, you have won the first round. The two elders have summoned you back." Dongfang Changao suddenly received a telepathic message from Quan Deming. He nodded slightly, and with a flash, flew back to the Fu Xian Island. Cheers erupted all around. The Cultivation Alliance had won the battle, and all the factions shouted and cheered.
"Elder Dongfang is indeed amazing!" Yue Qianchou praised with a hearty laugh. He was overjoyed; he hadn't even used the gun yet. He had already made 50 million, and even if he lost later, he would still make 10 million. If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have spent that 40 million.
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Dongfang Changao was taken aback. What was this guy doing here? He nodded without saying anything. Then Yue Qianchou reached out and said, "Elder Dongfang, please return the Dragon Slaying Spear to me."
"Is this gun yours?" Dongfang Changao looked at his fellow disciples in surprise, then his gaze fell on Quan Deming. The latter nodded silently and said, "I borrowed it from Yue Qianchou for an emergency. I promised him I would return it after I finished using it."
"I will," Dongfang Changao's gaze lingered on the gun, somewhat reluctant to leave. After a moment's hesitation, he said decisively, "Yue Qianchou, I don't know where you're going to sell this gun."
Yue Qianchou waved his hand and said, "I won't sell, I won't sell, no matter how much money you offer. Elder Dongfang, please return the gun to me!"
Just then, someone in the valley suddenly shouted, "Mid Tribulation stage Yan Fang, a mid-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator, has come to accept the challenge. Dongfang Changao, do you dare to come down and fight?" Everyone from Fu Xian Island looked over, and it was none other than one of Yan Biao's senior brothers, who seemed to want revenge.
Dongfang Changao snorted coldly. He turned to Yue Qianchou and said, "Yue Qianchou, lend me the gun one more time, I'll return it to you when I'm done."
"Chang Ao!" Ji Nian called out to him, shaking his head and saying, "Fu Xian Island had no choice but to step forward. Now that we have won, let the other sects handle the rest! We Fu Xian Island only need to intervene at the crucial moment."
Dongfang Changao stopped in thought, knowing that the sect had its own considerations and he couldn't act impulsively. He glanced at the challengers below the mountain, gritted his teeth, and handed the "Dragon Slaying Spear" to Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou took it, touched it, and put it into his Storage Bag. He bowed to Ji Nian and said, "After the challenge, I will come to see you again, senior."
Ji Nian nodded with an uncertain expression. He had spent 50 million from Fu Xian Island just by touching this gun. If he had known that Dong Yi Chang Ao would kill the enemy like that, he could have just thrown something as bait. Why waste money like that?
Ignoring everything else, Yue Qianchou withdrew from the group on Fu Xian Island and wandered back to the Four Great Families. Ziyi poked her head in and asked curiously, "I just saw it; that gun that was thrown down looked like it was taken out by you?"
Yue Qianchou glanced at her. "High cultivation is indeed advantageous," he thought, "So many people were blocking the way, yet you still saw it." In fact, it wasn't just Ziyi saw it. Many people probably saw it too. Even those who didn't see it could guess. Fu Xian Island truly possessed a treasured spear, they would have brought it out long ago. Why would they have surrounded him for so long to produce a spear? If it wasn't his, whose would it be?
Yan Biao's senior brother continued to shout, "What? Dongfang Changao doesn't dare to step forward? Does the entire Huaxia Cultivation World not dare to step forward? Are you all cowards? Who wants to fight me!"
He yelled and cursed for a long time, but no one from any faction stepped forward. The key was that everyone knew the power of that whip from Dongfang Changao's battle. Those of equal cultivation level didn't believe they could handle it as well as Dongfang Changao. Meanwhile, confident late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending cultivators were restricted from participating due to the rules. For a moment, the people from each faction looked at each other, exchanging glances – that whip was a real problem!
Yue Qianchou looked around for a while, and seeing that everyone was still hesitating, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Hehe! Since everyone is being so polite, then I won't be polite either." Ziyi's eyes lit up and she asked, "Do you want to go on stage?" His fighting style was always so clever; she kind of enjoyed watching it.
"Heh heh! What do you think? We can't let people laugh at our Huaxia Cultivation World for having no one!" Yue Qianchou sneered, deftly drawing a large cleaver from each hand, and shouted loudly, "Here I come!"
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