"Hehe..."
Qin Hong neither confirmed nor denied Yang Jian and Yang Chan's concerns.
"Dragon Kings?"
"They're all especially reasonable and kindhearted. They'll definitely agree not to make it rain," Qin Hong said with absolute confidence.
"Is... is that true? Before, I..." Yang Jian, thoroughly bewildered by Qin Hong's smooth talk, looked unconvinced.
After all, Yang Jian had previously led the people of Guangjiang Pass in praying to the Dragon Kings, begging them to ease up on the rain. Yet it had had no effect whatsoever; if anything, the rain had only grown worse!
Qin Hong did not offer any further explanation for Yang Jian and Yang Chan's disbelief.
With a wave of his little hand, he brought the two of them straight into the sky.
Boom!
Above Guangjiang Pass hung an enormous, incomparably dense mass of clouds. Thunder rumbled within it from time to time, while lightning flashed brilliantly.
Yang Jian and Yang Chan had never seen such a scene before, and both turned pale.
Yang Jian was an adult after all, and his temperament was no ordinary one. He quickly steadied himself. Yang Chan, however, was different. Her little hand tightly gripped Qin Hong's, and her body trembled slightly.
"Sister Chan, don't be afraid. With me here, nothing can hurt you!" As he spoke, Qin Hong patted Yang Chan's little head.
Feeling the warmth radiating from Qin Hong's palm, Yang Chan felt a warm current flow through her heart.
"Mhm, Chan isn't scared. Chan is very brave!"
Before long, Qin Hong brought Yang Jian and Yang Chan before the Dragon Kings, who were busy arranging the rainfall.
Within the dense clouds, several minor Dragon Kings diligently carried out the task Haotian had assigned them.
As long as it did not kill anyone, rain as hard as possible.
These Dragon Kings were not particularly impressive in terms of cultivation. At least in Qin Hong's eyes, they were only a little stronger than mortals.
Since the Dragon-Phoenix Beginning Calamity, the dragon race had remained in decline.
Then came the Witch-Demon War, and the dragon race no longer possessed its ancient prosperity.
At present, the strongest figures of the dragon race in the open were the Four Seas Dragon Kings.
The rest were minor Dragon Kings of rivers, lakes, and seas.
Naturally, the Dragon Kings making it rain above Guangjiang Pass could not be major figures like the Four Seas Dragon Kings. They were merely minor Dragon Kings from nearby rivers.
When the Dragon Kings arranging the rain saw Qin Hong and the others, their voices turned cold.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you interrupt the Dragon Kings as we make rain?"
Seeing the Dragon Kings before them, Yang Chan and Yang Jian were startled for no apparent reason.
They were mortals, after all. Seeing Dragon Kings for the first time, they could not help being afraid.
But the moment they remembered Qin Hong was there, most of their nervousness vanished!
"Sister Chan, you and Second Brother stay here. I'll go talk to them. Don't be afraid, the Dragon Kings are all really nice."
"Mhm!"
As she spoke, Yang Chan released Qin Hong's little hand and grabbed Yang Jian's instead.
(Yang Jian: It's been so long since a girl held my hand. This is my little sister—my little sister!)
Turning back around, Qin Hong walked step by step toward the Dragon Kings.
He looked completely confident.
Yang Jian and Yang Chan stared wide-eyed and motionless at Qin Hong, wanting to see how he would persuade these Dragon Kings to stop the rain!
Mm, like this.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
A series of slaps rang out.
Every Dragon King present was sent flying dozens of meters by Qin Hong's slaps before finally stopping.
It was not that Qin Hong was weak; he simply had not used much strength!
Yang Jian and Yang Chan were instantly dumbfounded. Had he not said they were going to have a proper talk?
This was talking?
Talking with slaps?
Yang Chan had already covered her big eyes with her little hands. Clearly, Qin Hong's actions had shocked her badly, though she secretly peeked through the gaps between her fingers.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you hitting dragons?"
The Dragon Kings stared at Qin Hong in utter disbelief.
Where had this little brat come from?
He actually dared to hit them?
Who were they? They were Dragon Kings!
This was simply too outrageous!
"Brat, do you know who we are?"
"We are Dragon Kings!"
"Dragon Kings personally appointed by the Heavenly Court!"
Having recovered their senses, the Dragon Kings glared furiously at Qin Hong. Their eyeballs were as large as ping-pong balls, and their vicious expressions were rather intimidating.
"Dragon Kings?"
"Personally appointed by the Heavenly Court?"
Qin Hong looked utterly disdainful. Turning to Yang Jian and Yang Chan, he asked:
"Are they that impressive?"
Yang Jian and Yang Chan: What else? Could Dragon Kings possibly not be impressive?
But Qin Hong clearly did not need their answer. He arrogantly looked at the Dragon Kings and said:
"This young master is Qin Hong!"
"The Three Pure Ones' only direct descendant!"
"Heavenly Lord of Morality is my Eldest Uncle!"
"Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning is my Second Uncle!"
"Saint Tongtian is my father, Saint Nuwa is my aunt, and Saints Zhunti and Jieyin are my uncles!"
"I hit the lot of you today. So what? Tell me what you plan to do about it..."
Huh?
What was going on?
Who did he say he was?
Once they heard clearly, the Dragon Kings before him instantly lost all their previous momentum, seeming to shrink by half.
What a joke!
Who was standing before them?
This was Saint Tongtian's son.
Had they not heard him? The Three Pure Ones' only direct descendant!
With a background like that!
Forget minor Dragon Kings like them—even the Four Seas Dragon Kings probably would not dare say much?
The Three Pure Ones—did they think that was some kind of joke?
"Um..." The leading Dragon King had lost all anger by now. Wearing a fawning smile, he rubbed his little hands together and said ingratiatingly:
"Young Sect Master, you're Saint Tongtian's son... but you still can't... just casually hit dragons, can you?"
"We... we should be reasonable!"
After finally getting the words out, the Dragon King let out a long breath of relief.
There was no helping it. His background was too powerful. Fists were absolute truth; that was an eternal principle. Back when the dragon race was glorious, had dragonkind not done whatever they wanted too?
"Hehe... be reasonable?" Qin Hong echoed questioningly.
"You think you deserve that?"
"What crime did the people of Guangjiang Pass commit? You make it rain every day, every day, without caring whether they live or die!"
"When torrential rain fell without end, why didn't you talk about reason? When floodwaters swallowed their homes, why didn't you talk about reason? When their crops yielded nothing at all, why didn't you talk about reason? The people here haven't seen the sun for nine whole years—why didn't you speak of reason then?"
"You treat human lives like grass. The people here have suffered so terribly—have you been reasonable?"
Yang Jian and Yang Chan had originally felt that Qin Hong's actions were somewhat improper.
But upon hearing Qin Hong's words, both of their eyes reddened!
These Dragon Kings kept making it rain here without caring whether the people lived or died. Had they ever been reasonable?
They treated lives like grass and did not care in the slightest whether living beings survived. They were truly detestable!
"Young Sect Master, it has nothing to do with us! This was all an edict from Haotian Shangdi!"
"We... we were only following orders!"
One Dragon King spoke aggrievedly.
Hearing this, Qin Hong felt even more displeased.
He raised his hand and started slapping them again.
"He tells you to make it rain, so you make it rain?"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Don't you have eyes? Can't you see what this place has become?"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Do you have even the slightest bit of compassion for living beings?"
Slap! Slap! Slap...
Qin Hong repeatedly slapped them across the face, beating the Dragon Kings black and blue.
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