Nine-Coiled Dragon Formation
Dragon Domain.
Central State, in the northeast.
The Soaring Dragon Mountain Range resemble a lurking giant dragon, mysterious and majestic.
Deep within the mountains, a massive canyon lies hidden, shrouded in mist and ethereal beauty.
Within this canyon stand nine tall and majestic palaces, each exuding an ancient and powerful aura.
Inside these nine palaces, an old man sat solemnly, dressed in an ancient robe, his face serene, exuding a mysterious aura, and he was immersed in meditation and cultivation.
Time passed slowly, and only the occasional sound of wind could be heard in the tranquil canyon.
Suddenly, with a whoosh, all nine people opened their eyes simultaneously, and dragon-shaped lightning bolts shot out from their eyes, dazzling in their light, tearing through the void, causing the entire canyon to tremble.
"What happened? The volatile one has actually perished!"
One of the old men spoke first, his voice filled with shock and anger.
"Who killed the irritable one?" the other old men asked in unison, their voices filled with violence and murderous intent.
Immediately afterwards, with a whoosh, nine figures shot out from their respective palaces like shooting stars, moving at incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, they gathered on an open space in the center of the canyon.
"First Elder, have you all sensed the violent demise?"
One of the men, a rather plump old man, Wen Dao anxiously with a serious expression on his face.
"Good."
A thin, white-haired, white-browed, and white-bearded old man nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness. The other men also nodded in agreement.
"Who dares to lay a hand on our lineage? And even kill the head of the lineage we appointed? Is this a provocation against our lineage?"
The crowd began to chatter angrily, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
"Sixth Elder, pinpoint the location where the incident occurred. Also, find out who attacked our Lineage members."
The head elder, with a stern face, issued the order.
Long Piaomiao nodded, and quickly formed a hand seal, with mysterious runes flashing in the air.
Quickly, just like a movie replay, the scene of Long Baozao leaving home for Green Hill and being punched to death appeared clearly before the nine old men's eyes.
"Damn it, this is the kid who killed the hot-tempered guy?"
"Let's go, let's avenge him!"
Upon seeing the murderer's appearance, the nine people roared in fury. They reached out and slashed at the space in front of them, and the powerful force of the celestial energy instantly tore through the void, creating nine cracks.
Light flickered in the crack, as if it led to another world.
The next moment, the nine old men took a step forward and their figures instantly disappeared from the ground, leaving only their angry roars echoing in the canyon.
At the Qingqiu Tea Party event, the participants were leisurely enjoying Earth Grade and chatting, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound came, and the air began to vibrate violently, as if an invisible force was raging.
Immediately afterwards, nine figures appeared in the air one after another like ghosts, and wherever they passed, the clouds and mist surged.
As soon as these nine figures appeared, immense pressure emanated from them like a tidal wave, quickly enveloping the entire Qingqiu Tea Party event.
Everyone felt a tightness in their chest, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on them. Some of the weaker and less docile individuals didn't even have a chance to resist and were directly forced to the ground, their faces as pale as paper.
Long Yanran was elegantly holding her teacup when she couldn't help but look up at the nine old men in the air.
The delicate woman's brows furrowed immediately, and she wondered to herself: Why are these people here?
Looks like that handsome guy is in trouble.
She didn't think Hua Qiang was a match for these nine old men.
Ao Miaomiao also looked at the nine figures in the air, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes.
She turned to look at Hua Qiang beside her and said in a low voice, "These nine people are the ancestors of the Lineage the person who bombed you before."
"Oh?"
Hua Qiang raised an eyebrow slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He thought to himself: This really is a case of beating the young and now the old ones have come.
However, these nine people are far from enough to deal with him.
Hua Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, his Spiritual Sense extending like an invisible thread, quickly sensing the strength of the nine people.
A moment later, a look of joy appeared on his face.
He muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad. He's actually reached the middle stage of the Divine Realm. Hmm, he can introduce another powerful external force into his Level 6 Dimensional Realm."
"Hey, you brat, you dared to kill my 'Raging' guy? Come up here and face your death!"
The nine old men all locked onto Hua Qiang, their eyes wide with rage, and roared furiously, their voices echoing in the air like rolling thunder.
"Brother Qiang, what do we do?"
Long Mo'er stood beside Hua Qiang, her heart filled with worry, her voice trembling slightly.
If Hua Qiang hadn't been there to shield her from the oppressive aura, she probably would have collapsed and coughed up blood from that powerful presence long ago.
Hua Qiang gently patted her shoulder with a warm smile on his face.
He said softly, "Please be patient. Let me deal with these nine old men first, and then we can continue to enjoy our tea in peace."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of the nine people like a black lightning bolt.
He said calmly, "Have you considered the consequences of coming to me?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The nine old men laughed in fury, and one of them cursed, "Damn it, we are nine powerful experts at the Divine Realm, and we have all shown up. How dare this brat say such things? He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Having said that, Long Cangmang took the initiative and slapped Guo Jian hard across the face.
He roared, "You scum, kill me!"
Wherever that palm passed, the air was shaken and distorted.
Hua Qiang waved his hand dismissively, and a powerful force surged from his palm.
With a bang, their palms and claws collided, and the powerful impact spread outwards like a shockwave.
Long Cangmang felt a tremendous force strike him, sending him flying several feet backward before crashing heavily onto a mountain peak.
The mountain peak, unable to withstand the immense impact, was smashed and a section collapsed, sending rocks flying everywhere.
"You beast, you're asking for death!"
Seeing this, the other eight people were enraged and attacked.
In an instant, all sorts of powerful spells and attacks burst forth in the air like dazzling fireworks.
Crash! Bang!
A sound like popping popcorn kept coming from inside.
However, Hua Qiang remained calm and easily dealt with their attacks.
Soon, the eight people flew backward like kites with broken strings, each crashing into a mountain peak and raising clouds of dust.
The nine people struggled to their feet and gathered together, each with a solemn expression, and even a hint of guilt and panic in their eyes.
They never expected that this seemingly young man would be so powerful, easily sending them flying.
They exchanged a glance, both knowing that they were no match for Hua Qiang individually.
They nodded in unison and shouted in unison, "Form ranks!"
With a command, the Nine-Headed Dragon revealed its true form, coiling and intertwining like a winding, tangled intestine.
In an instant, an even more powerful aura erupted from them, the force of which even surpassed that of the Divine Realm, causing the surrounding space to collapse continuously...