Kill the Black Dragon

Qing Huan's figure also appeared at the same time, standing shoulder to shoulder with the East Prince. He cast a faint glance at the panicked Hei Qiu, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful arc.

"Heh, reject heaven's gift and suffer the consequences. How could the fate of a treasure be decided merely by seizing the first opportunity?"

It wasn't the Innate Gourd Vine, after all.

Moreover, this island is one of the Five Overseas Islands, containing within it a Nascent Great Thousand World—deep blessings, enduring Luck... The Dragon Clan is now entangled in calamity, burdened by immense karma. How could they have the fortune to claim it? They're merely making a wedding dress for someone else.

Qing Huan had already calculated clearly in his heart. This immortal island itself was a supreme foundation, perfect for "guiding" the East Prince and extorting a hefty price from him...

"Roar! Who dares?! This is Dragon Clan territory! The innate treasure belongs to our clan! Withdraw at once! Otherwise, don't blame This Seat for showing no mercy with my claws!"

Hei Qiu's shock and fury erupted. His massive dragon body twisted abruptly, dragon might exploding outward, a fierce and murderous aura surging forth.

He halted the attacking formation, his Magic Power churning around him, and locked onto the two uninvited guests in the sky whose auras were unfathomably deep.

"Ridiculous!"

The East Prince let out a sneer, his voice ringing like clashing metal.

"Your Dragon Clan has committed boundless slaughter, burdened by karma. It is already the Heavenly Dao's mercy that you still exist!

And yet you dare to speak of territory, coveting a supreme treasure?

Instead of following the Ancestor Dragon to eternally suppress the Four Seas' sea eyes to atone for your sins, you break free and stir up trouble outside—truly defying the Heavenly Dao! Today, you shall meet your destined calamity!"

Struck in his sore spot, Hei Qiu burned with shame and rage:

"Insolence! Though the Dragon Clan lies low, we are not to be humiliated by the likes of you wandering cultivators! Die for This Seat!"

The black dragon could no longer hold back. His ten-thousand-zhang body tore through the sky, bringing with it a rolling stench of blood. His enormous tail gathered immense power of water essence, like a divine whip holding up the heavens, whipping up ten-thousand-zhang waves as it swept ferociously toward the East Prince and Qing Huan!

Under that sweep, even space itself groaned as if unable to bear the strain...

"Stubborn and unrepentant!"

Qing Huan's eyes turned cold. The warning had been given; the calamity was self-invited.

His figure flickered like an illusion, lightly dodging the world-destroying strike of the dragon's tail.

The East Prince reacted a beat slower, but his Cultivation Level was profound. He let out a low shout:

"Shield!" The dragon-head staff in his hand blazed with light, transforming into an indestructible golden barrier.

"Boom!"

The dragon tail slammed heavily into the golden barrier, erupting with a deafening roar. The violent force pressed the seawater below into a massive crater.

The East Prince's form swayed slightly before stabilizing, killing intent surging in his eyes!

"Wretch, receive my divine ability!"

Would Qing Huan miss the opportunity?

Standing in the void, he formed a seal with one hand, spreading five fingers. Aiming at the massive dragon head now exposed due to the attack, he spoke coldly:

"Seven-Colored Destruction Divine Light!"

In an instant, seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—each carrying the meaning of Chaos Creation and All Things Return to Chaos, burst forth from his palm. They condensed into a terrifying pillar of light that tore through the void and annihilated all laws, shooting straight at Hei Qiu's head!

Its overwhelming might caused even the surrounding space to warp and collapse!

"Not good!"

Hei Qiu's massive dragon pupils shrank to pinpricks. A primal fear from the very core of his life seized him!

The law force contained in this divine ability far exceeded his imagination—there was no way he could withstand it head-on!

At this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly opened his gaping maw, the remnant Ancestor Dragon Bloodline within him burning wildly:

"Ten Thousand Seas Return to Source—Xuan Ming Heavy Water!"

A jet-black water column, heavy beyond measure, shot from his mouth, carrying soul-freezing cold and star-crushing weight, attempting to block the destructive light pillar.

Just as the situation hung by a thread, the East Prince's eyes flashed with a fierce light, killing intent bared! How could he let Qing Huan take all the glory?

"Pure Yang Exorcism—Slash!"

With a crisp cry, the ancient longsword in his hand suddenly left its sheath!

The blade itself flowed with pure, supreme innate Yang energy. A brilliant sword light, sharp beyond compare, as if it could sever all dark and evil in the world, struck from behind, arriving first!

This sword strike was cunning and vicious. Seizing the moment when Hei Qiu was fully focused on countering Qing Huan's divine light—his old strength spent and new strength not yet born—it precisely slashed at the vital point beneath his reverse scale—the Dragon Neck Seven Inches!

"Roooar—!!!"

A sky-shaking, miserable dragon roar echoed through the heavens!

The Seven-Colored Annihilation Divine Light and the Xuan Ming Heavy Water collided violently. The terrifying force of law annihilation erupted instantly, dissolving and evaporating the immensely heavy water column inch by inch!

Though weakened, the remaining destructive divine light still slammed heavily into Hei Qiu's massive dragon body, shattering scales and leaving charred black patches!

But even more lethal was the East Prince's Pure Yang sword strike!

Like a hot knife through butter, it forcibly cut through Hei Qiu's protective water-element Qi barrier and tough dragon scales, carving a deep, bone-exposing wound on his neck!

Scalding dragon blood, like a breached heavenly river, gushed forth!

"Plop—!!!"

Suffering two fatal blows, the ten-thousand-zhang Hei Qiu could no longer maintain his power of flight. His massive dragon body, carrying despair and unwillingness, crashed like a falling star into the boundless ocean below!

"Boom—!"

Towering waves surged!

The violent tsunami triggered by the impact rose tens of thousands of zhang, sweeping in all directions with overwhelming force, the clamor lasting long without cease.

That stretch of sea was quickly stained red by scalding dragon blood, emitting a pungent stench and surging energy fluctuations.

"Lord Hei Qiu!"

The few remaining Golden Immortals of the Dragon Clan glared with eyes nearly splitting, roaring in grief as they tried to charge into the sea to rescue him.

"Hmph, ants make noise."

Qing Huan didn't even look, reaching out to grab the air.

Several invisible finger strikes of Destruction instantly crossed space.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Those Golden Immortal true dragons didn't even have time to scream before they were exploded midair, turning into several blinding clusters of Blood Mist, scattered by the fierce sea wind, leaving no bones behind.

Beneath the sea surface, Hei Qiu, gravely wounded and with karma taking advantage to wildly backlash, was barely breathing, having lost even the strength to struggle. Dragon blood gushed out, dyeing a vast area of the ocean red.

Qing Huan's gaze fell on the churning crimson sea, his eyes flashing with sharp light:

"A Great Luo black dragon—its bones, sinews, skin, and scales are all top-grade refining materials. Especially this essence blood origin, with endless wondrous uses... fine material for forging a Supreme Acquired Spiritual Treasure."

"Daoist Friend East Prince, this black dragon shall be mine to dispose of. What say you?"

Qing Huan's tone was calm, yet carried an air that brooked no argument.

East Prince glanced at the Pure Yang Sword, already sheathed and unstained by a single drop of blood, then cast a look at the vast dragon qi and karma dispersing in the sea below.

Though somewhat tempted by the black dragon materials, recalling Qing Huan's terrifying divine abilities just displayed and his own need for the latter's aid, he suppressed the thought.

"Naturally, it should be so."

East Prince gave a hearty laugh, appearing quite magnanimous.

"Had Daoist Friend Qing Huan not first gravely wounded this beast, I could hardly have struck the killing blow in one go. This is your rightful due."

Mainly, he truly didn't lack such spiritual treasures—at best, they could only be refined into Acquired Spiritual Treasures, which were of little use to him anyway.