Di Jun's Heavenly Court and the Dragon Clan's Grudges? Qingyuan Sets Up a Formation to Slay a Taiyi Golden Immortal!

"Hahaha, is this the East Sea Dragon Clan's prince?"

"Surround him! Don't let him escape! Those loaches actually dared to refuse the Heavenly Emperor's invitation some time ago! They're simply outrageously bold!"

"You think the Saint will think highly of you just because you gave him the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage? So what if you sent Huanglong into the Chan Sect? The Chan Sect might not even think highly of you!"

"Damn loach! You refused the Heavenly Emperor's invitation and refused to offer up the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage. Today, I'll toy with you until you die and see what the Dragon Clan dares to do..."

The Three-Sturgeon Bird's shrill, venomous voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Within that broad river.

An enormous azure dragon rolled through the water, searching for a chance to escape.

But tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers on both banks used a formation to suppress the river.

Whenever the Azure Dragon tried to flee.

Countless streams of demonic qi and killing intent transformed into blades, swords, spears, and halberds that stabbed at him, leaving Little Azure Dragon covered in wounds.

Above the river.

A three-headed monstrous bird several thousand zhang in size, its body covered in scales, flapped through the air. It stared viciously at the Azure Dragon and said greedily, "I've heard that every part of the Dragon Clan is treasure, and dragon liver is an exceptionally rare delicacy. It seems I'll get to taste some today."

"I am the son of the East Sea Dragon Clan's Dragon King. Do you dare kill me?"

Though Little Azure Dragon was trapped.

Pride still ran in his bones.

He faced the Three-Sturgeon Bird unwillingly. "Let me go, and I won't pursue this matter today. Otherwise, your Demon Heavenly Court will know no peace!"

"Hahahahaha, the East Sea Dragon Clan's prince? What a big mouth!!"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird sneered. "Do you think you're some prince from the True Dragon Realm? You're merely the son of discarded trash from the Dragon Clan, with no connection whatsoever to True Dragons. Even if I kill you, who in the entire Primordial Wilderness would stand up for you?"

"The East Sea Dragon Clan? Would they dare?"

"Or do you mean that Huanglong who joined the Chan Sect? What right does he have to ask a Saint to intervene?"

"You're just a mutt dragon, a loach!!"

"Forget the East Sea Dragon Clan—even if you were a prince of the True Dragon Realm, so what? The Dragon Clan chose death the moment it refused the Heavenly Emperor's invitation. Once our Heavenly Court finishes dealing with the Witch Clan, we'll turn around and deal with you!"

Mocking laughter echoed through heaven and earth.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird was utterly unafraid of the Dragon Clan.

Some time ago, Heavenly Emperor Di Jun had invited the Dragon Clan to join the Heavenly Court and asked to borrow the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage once ridden by Ancestral Dragon.

Yet the Dragon Clan had not only refused to join, but also refused to hand over the agarwood carriage.

This enraged countless Demon Marshals and Demon Gods of the Heavenly Court!

If their conflict with the Witch Clan had not been so imminent, Demon Marshals would already have discussed teaching the Dragon Clan a lesson.

Besides.

These dragons were losers of heaven and earth.

They bore immense, heavy karmic power and karma. Even among True Dragons, very few could reach the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Why should they fear the East Sea's mutt dragons??

The Three-Sturgeon Bird let out a piercing cry toward the sky.

Suddenly, he swooped down toward the river. His claws, hard as metal and stone, tore away a large chunk of Little Azure Dragon's flesh, which he stuffed into his mouth and ate.

He clearly intended to torment Little Azure Dragon to death.

Little Azure Dragon panicked and darted about like a headless fly.

He tried to break through the great formation and escape.

But he was merely a True Immortal. He could not even stir a ripple in the formation, much less break it.

As his injuries worsened.

Little Azure Dragon grew increasingly desperate.

He was the son of the East Sea Dragon Clan's Dragon King. After hearing that an Old Ancestor in the True Dragon Realm had recommended Huanglong for entry into the Chan Sect, he too had wanted to join a Saint's great sect and change his destiny. One night, he had secretly slipped out of the East Sea.

The journey had been fraught with danger.

But he had avoided them all.

Who would have thought that an unfamiliar great demon of the Heavenly Court would block his path!!

Just as Little Azure Dragon was consumed by anxiety.

A massive bird cry suddenly rang out from the heavens, shaking the world. It made Little Azure Dragon tremble all over as though he had encountered a natural predator.

"What little whelp dares fly above my head?"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird flew into a rage.

He looked up.

There, he saw an enormous Golden-Winged Great Peng circling overhead. The creature even shouted at him, "What are you looking at, bastard!"

"How dare you? A mere Golden Immortal dares insult me?"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird was beside himself with rage.

With a beat of his wings, he shot into the sky to hunt down the Great Peng Bird, greed flashing in his eyes.

The scent of Innate God-Demon blood within that bird was extraordinarily dense, and it even exerted a bloodline suppression over him. If he could devour the Great Roc, perhaps he could improve his bloodline, seek the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, and become one of the Heavenly Court's Demon Gods in the future!

With the Great Dao before him.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird charged after him eagerly.

Yet no matter how he pursued, he always remained some distance behind the Great Peng.

"Hahahaha, a bastard born of a fish and a bird is still a bastard! Your bloodline is impure. You think a beast like you can catch me? Go back and practice flying for a few million more years before competing with me in speed!"

The Great Peng Bird laughed arrogantly.

With a flap of his wings, he soared through the heavens and vanished in an instant.

"Arrogant!! Once I catch you, I'll make you wish you were dead!!!"

Having been humiliated to his face by a mere Golden Immortal.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird flew into a rage from shame. After ordering his subordinates to keep Little Azure Dragon trapped.

He chased after the direction in which the Great Roc had disappeared.

During that time.

He burned his mana repeatedly and chased him across millions of li of mountains and rivers.

At last, he saw a streak of golden light flapping its wings in the distance, moving slower and slower.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird was overjoyed. "Good, good, good, good! Once I catch you, you'll be in for it!"

He pursued with all his might.

After flying another several hundred thousand li.

He finally saw the Golden-Winged Great Peng perched atop a mountain several hundred li ahead. Brimming with killing intent, he shouted, "Let's see how far you can run. Today, I'll kill you!"

"You dare touch me? I am the Son of Primordial Phoenix..."

"I don't care who you are. Once you're in my belly, I won't spit you out even if the Heavenly Emperor himself comes!!"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird revealed a savage gleam.

Flapping his wings, he transformed into a sinister light and charged toward the Golden-Winged Great Peng.

Leaving the Great Peng Bird utterly depressed.

What was going on?

Had the names Son of Primordial Phoenix and Phoenix Clan become so useless now?

How could he know.

That the great war between the Witch-Demon Two Clans was about to begin.

Boundless Tribulation Qi had begun to fill heaven and earth. Once it entered the body, even Saints found it difficult to escape, let alone those participating from the Witch-Demon Two Clans.

"Master, can you handle this? That bastard's bloodline may not compare to mine, but he's a genuine Taiyi Golden Immortal! If we can't beat him, then let's run. Staying alive matters more than getting our way."

The Great Peng Bird muttered.

Then he flapped his wings again, transforming into a streak of golden light and vanishing from where he stood.

"Trying to run? Stay right there!!"

How could the Three-Sturgeon Bird allow food at his mouth to escape? He immediately rushed after him.

But unexpectedly.

At that moment.

A man's solemn, majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth. "Formation, activate!!"

Rumble!!

Dao Sound resounded, Immortal Light blazed, and boundless, chilling killing intent erupted like a surging river. An indescribable law sealed heaven and locked earth, trapping the Five Elements and Yin-Yang, sealing off every possible path of escape.

Faintly.

It even showed signs of evolving into a Minor World, trapping the Three-Sturgeon Bird within!

"The path of formations encompasses all phenomena of heaven and earth, and can be divided into innate and Houtian formations."

"Innate Formations are mostly bred by the Primordial Wilderness itself. Some protect Innate Spiritual Treasures or the birth of Innate Spirits, while others become deadly realms of absolute peril. Some happen to be mastered by others through chance. Innate Formations are all exceedingly terrifying. They contain Great Thousand and Small Thousand Worlds of their own, and the killing changes within are impossible to fathom, overturning Great Dao Laws and evolving limitless dangers!!"

"Once one enters such a great formation, even a Quasi-Saint may struggle to escape death!"

"Of course."

"Houtian Formations may not necessarily be inferior to Innate Formations."

"Houtian Formations can combine spiritual objects, Lingbao, the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, River Water Veins, Earth Vein Spiritual Veins, and Destiny Trends to produce formations for trapping, killing, defending, attacking, and more. Their power is equally extraordinary."

Qingyuan's voice echoed through heaven and earth.

Majestic and imposing.

Yet the Great Peng Bird shattered the atmosphere with a single remark. "Master, you're already showing off before killing him. It'll be pretty embarrassing if you fail later."

"Shut up and move aside!"

Qingyuan glared at the Great Peng Bird, who looked like some idiot young man.

With a casual hand seal, he took control of the formation.

In an instant, the great formation evolved into a Minor World filled with crisscrossing sword qi.

The phantoms of four Sword Dao Laws—Ruin, Advantage, Severance, and Entrapment—flowed through the Minor World like rivers. As sword light flashed, heaven and earth swayed, blood light flickered, and an aura that even gods and demons feared emerged!

The Three-Sturgeon Bird, who had been searching for a way to break the formation, saw blood light sweeping toward him like monstrous waves.

A chilling terror rose within him.

He produced a Houtian Spiritual Treasure and slashed at the blood light. Vast mana poured into the sword, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang sword beam that swept across the Minor World.

Yet formations changed without end, and their killing intent was limitless.

The killing danger that had seemed to come from afar.

Appeared behind him instead.

In an instant, it slashed at the Three-Sturgeon Bird and severed one of his arms.

Had his senses not been so keen, one of his heads would have fallen to the ground on the spot!!

"What kind of formation is this? Demon Marshal Bai Ze collected countless cultivation techniques and formations from the Primordial Myriad Races and Myriad Species, compiling them into the Formation General Outline and spreading it throughout the Heavenly Court. I know something of most formations in the Primordial Wilderness, so why have I never seen such an exquisite, peerless formation?"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird's scalp went numb.

He said fearfully, "Fellow Daoist, please stop! I think there must be some misunderstanding here! There is no need for us to forge a life-and-death karma!"

Qingyuan sneered and did not respond.

He crushed several mana-replenishing Pills in his mouth.

Then continued controlling the great formation to suppress and kill this Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Demon Race!

The edge of the Sword Dao.

Blood light surged like a vast rainbow.

Slaughter Qi rippled, Killing Aura soared into the sky, and countless sword shadows flashed throughout the Minor World formation. The formation eyes formed by four Innate Spiritual Treasures transformed into destructive intent and slew toward the Three-Sturgeon Bird.

Pfft!

One thigh exploded!

Pfft!!

Two heads burst into blood mist...

Within merely several hundred breaths, these destructive Sword Dao Laws had shattered two of the Three-Sturgeon Bird's heads, one arm, and one leg. His chest was split open, his Primordial Spirit dimmed, and he looked on the verge of perishing!!

Yet the closer he came to death.

The fiercer the Three-Sturgeon Bird became.

Vast demonic qi battered the great formation as he said unwillingly, "I am Nine Infants' son. If you dare kill me, you will bear the wrath of the Heavenly Court and the endless pursuit of a Demon Saint!!!"

"Are you certain you want to oppose me??"

"You're Nine Infants' son?"

All slaughter within the formation suddenly stopped.

The person controlling the formation cried out in disbelief, even sounding somewhat panicked.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird sensed a chance of survival and rejoiced inwardly, though he put on an arrogant front. "That's right, I am Nine Infants' son. Let me leave, and this misunderstanding will be resolved. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning hostile!"

"It was all a misunderstanding. Fellow Daoist, please don't spread word of this after you return! I'll release the formation at once!!"

"Of course, of course!"

The Three-Sturgeon Bird smiled smugly.

Hatred flashed through his eyes.

What a joke, let you go?

Once I return, I'll kill everyone connected to you!!

A moment later.

The formation truly came to a halt, and through a tear in the distance, he could see the Primordial Wilderness beyond.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird was delighted and transformed into a sinister light as he fled.

But just as he approached the exit, a sudden change occurred.

Four savage, boundlessly murderous rivers of Sword Dao rose into the sky, grinding apart his physical body and even his Primordial Spirit until nothing remained...