Chapter Fifty: The Human-Witch Alliance Crumbles, Zulong's Legitimate Son Yinglong, Huang Tian Claims a Mount!

"That brat Da Ting Shi dared to provoke the Dragon Clan all by himself. He's got a lot of nerve."

"But as long as he's safe, that's what matters. Being hunted by a Quasi saint of the Dragon Clan counts as a trial by fire."

"The east has practically become our Human Race's backyard, but we mustn't let our guard down."

"The Wu and Yao both suffered heavy losses, and the Ten Thousand Races were battered. That's why we have such a tremendous opportunity now."

"Once they've all recovered, they certainly won't sit by and let our Human Race keep growing."

"You'll remain here at our ancestral lands. I've had a premonition, and I must continue traveling abroad in search of a chance to break through."

"For anything concerning the clan, consult with Taibai."

Huang Tian fixed his gaze on Taibai and the others—the Three Ancestors of the Human Race—and solemnly gave them his instructions.

During this time, the Chaos Fragment that had been lying quietly inside the Kongtong Seal had begun to stir.

Huang Tian knew the Three Immortal Islands were about to emerge.

Whether for the sake of his own breakthrough or to seek out more opportunities, he could no longer remain in seclusion on the Shore of the East Sea.

"Your Majesty, the Human Emperor, are you planning to seek out the Witch Clan and strengthen our alliance?"

Suiren Shi asked, looking at Huang Tian in confusion.

Previously, when the Demon Clan invaded the Shore of the East Sea, the Witch Clan had seized the opportunity to invade the Demon Court's Thirty-three Heavens.

With the Human Race and the Witch Clan joining forces, they had caught the Demon Clan completely off guard.

In particular, the mixed-blood descendants of the Human Race and the Witch Clan had already formed a sizable number of tribes.

Their powerful bodies and innate Nascent Souls had greatly benefited both the Human Race and the Witch Clan.

"There's no need to seek out the Witch Clan anymore."

"Remember this: there are no absolute enemies, only absolute interests."

"Before, our Human Race and the Witch Clan formed an alliance and fought the Demon Clan together, each benefiting from the arrangement."

"Now, the rise of the Human Race is also a tremendous threat to the Witch Clan."

"The Renwu alliance exists in name only."

"Still, if the Witch Clan hadn't held the Demon Clan at bay in the Thirty-three Heavens this time, our Human Race wouldn't have achieved such a resounding victory."

"Though they acted for their own interests..."

"I'll still make time to visit Pangu Temple."

"You needn't concern yourselves with any of this."

"Just guard the Shore of the East Sea and follow the arrangements I gave you earlier."

"For now, no race will be able to pose a fatal threat to our Human Race."

With that, Huang Tian turned into a streak of light and vanished from the Human Emperor Palace.

"We respectfully see Your Majesty, the Human Emperor, off!"

Taibai, Suiren Shi, Zi Yi Shi, and You Chao Shi all called out respectfully.

"The Three Immortal Islands have indeed emerged!"

Leaving the Shore of the East Sea, Huang Tian held the Chaos Fragment he had obtained first and sped across the waters of the East Sea.

The Wu and Yao had both suffered heavy losses, the Ten Thousand Races were weak, and the Human Race was in a period of growth.

Next, every race would surely search everywhere for opportunities, desperate to make up for its losses.

Although Huang Tian was certain the Ten Continents and Three Islands wouldn't be easy to find,

there was always the chance someone might get lucky.

"Hm?"

While searching for the Three Immortal Islands, Huang Tian couldn't help murmuring in surprise when he saw two races of strange beasts fighting over the sea.

The group on the left looked somewhat like dragons, though they weren't quite dragons. They were several zhang long, covered in dark green scales, with a single horn on their heads, four legs beneath their bellies, and webbing between their claws.

The group on the right had long, serpent-like bodies, jet-black from head to tail, with a pair of wings on their backs. Their scales glimmered with a dark blue sheen, and their eyes were as cold as stars.

"The Xuanhui and Jiaolong Clans are mixed-blood descendants of dragons, but they've both inherited a trace of true dragon blood. Their fighting prowess is formidable."

"Interesting."

Watching the battle with keen interest, Huang Tian fell into thought.

"Xuanhui, you've gone too far! This is our territory. If you want to take it, you'll have to pay with your lives!"

The Xuanhui Clan shouted furiously, but barely a hundred of them remained.

The Jiaolong Clan, by contrast, still numbered in the tens of thousands. The difference was clear.

Even a cornered dog would leap at you, let alone the Xuanhui.

The hundred or so remaining members of the Xuanhui Clan fought with reckless abandon, taking dozens of Jiaolong for every one of their own. They nearly caught the Jiaolong Clan off guard.

"The Xuanhui Clan defied the will of Heaven. They must be destroyed!"

In the end, the Jiaolong had an overwhelming numerical advantage. Eight or nine thousand Jiaolong surrounded just forty or fifty Xuanhui. The outcome was obvious.

In a short while, the Xuanhui Clan was completely wiped out.

"Impudent! What insect dares spy on the Jiaolong Clan?"

Before they could even savor their victory, the leading Jiaolong, a Daluo Golden Immortal, spotted Huang Tian and roared.

Commanding a towering column of water, the Jiaolong Daluo tried to crush Huang Tian on the spot as well.

"Showing off before an expert."

Huang Tian chuckled, dismissing the Jiaolong Daluo's attack.

With a wave of his hand, golden light blazed from his palm. The Imperial Dao Laws surged forth, and the towering columns of water returned to the East Sea.

A wisp of the Imperial Dao Laws spread out, annihilating the Nascent Souls of the several thousand remaining members of the Jiaolong Clan.

"Buzz!"

The void hummed as Huang Tian waved his hand and collected the Jiaolong Clan's corpses.

Even as mixed-blood dragons, their flesh and blood were far more valuable than that of ordinary members of the Ten Thousand Races.

The corpses of several thousand Jiaolong were worth hundreds of Postnatal Spiritual Treasures. How could Huang Tian pass them up?

"Hmm? Is this... Yinglong?"

"No, to be precise, it's a wisp of Yinglong's soul, reincarnated within the Jiaolong Clan."

As if sensing something, Huang Tian waved his hand. Blood and qi surged, carrying a little dragon into his palm.

When the Longhan Calamity ended, Zulong fell at Guixu, leaving behind two lines of legitimate descendants.

One was Yinglong, master of the ultimate power of water, who vanished into the Ninth Heaven.

The other was Huanglong, master of the earth's vast solidity. He later entered the Chan Teaching to cultivate, shouldering the Dragon Clan's karmic burden as he awaited a chance to restore its fortunes.

Yinglong was Zulong's eldest legitimate son, the Dragon Clan's foremost general and grand elder during the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity. His strength was second only to Zulong and Zhulong.

Everyone had assumed Yinglong perished alongside Zulong during the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity. They hadn't expected Zulong to have left something in reserve.

Compared with Ao Guang and the other Four Seas Dragon Kings, even though Yinglong had been reborn from only a wisp of his soul, he had a far greater claim to become the Dragon Clan's next Dragon Emperor.

"Roar!"

The little Yinglong awoke and actually devoured a wisp of Huang Tian's blood and qi, transforming into a human-shaped Dao body.

"This little dragon, Yinglong, pays his respects to the great one. Thank you for saving my life!"

Not daring to delay, the little Yinglong hurriedly bowed to Huang Tian with respect.

"It was a small effort. You needn't be so formal."

Huang Tian waved a hand, with no intention of getting involved with Yinglong further.

The Dragon Clan bore a tremendous burden of karma and karmic retribution. Even by the time of Fengshen, it still hadn't ended.

Huang Tian didn't want to take on such a huge problem.

"I beg the great one to show mercy. This little dragon is willing to serve as your mount and swear lifelong loyalty!"

"If the great one is concerned about my Dragon Clan's karmic burden, that won't be a problem."

"After being reborn, this little dragon bears no karmic burden."

Yinglong knelt before Huang Tian and pleaded.

"You're Zulong's eldest legitimate son."

"During the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, Zulong sacrificed himself to suppress the four extremities. The Five Elements Dragon Ancestor perished, and Zhulong disappeared without a trace."

"Nowadays, the purest bloodline left in the Dragon Clan is no more than a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. If you return, you'll become the new Dragon Ancestor—or even the Dragon Emperor."

"Are you truly content to be nothing more than a lowly mount at my side?"

Huang Tian fixed his gaze on Yinglong and asked solemnly.

The Nine Sons of the Dragon had powerful bloodlines, but because they were mixed-blood dragons, the Dragon Clan didn't recognize them, even if they were Quasi saints.

Ao Guang and the other Four Seas Dragon Kings had pure dragon blood, but they were only Five-Clawed Golden Dragons, and mere Daluo Golden Immortals.

With Yinglong's foundations, if he returned to the Dragon Clan, he could quickly break through to Quasi saint—and become one of the strongest among them.

Huang Tian truly couldn't understand why Yinglong was willing to serve as his mount.