Dark Saint Dragon Long Xiaoyao

"Uncle Long~"

Only after Zhongli Wu severed one of his own arms did he hear that familiar voice.

Following the sound, he discovered that it was Long Xiaoyao, the Holy Ghost Cult's Supreme Consecrator, whom he had been longing for.

Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, and the others watched as Long Xiaoyao transformed into his true black dragon form and descended in an instant, intending to break Kong Deming's encirclement of Zhongli Wu.

But Kong Deming was no pushover either. In an instant, the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield gathered the power of several hundred Royal Soul Engineers and unleashed a powerful strike, matching Long Xiaoyao blow for blow.

At this point, everyone had gained a rough understanding of Kong Deming's strength.

Long Xiaoyao was also immensely shocked by Kong Deming's power. Though that strike had appeared evenly matched on the surface, in truth, he had not even broken through Kong Deming's defensive barrier.

At the same time, he sensed that Kong Deming's cultivation had advanced considerably once again. He seemed not far from the legendary tenth-rank soul engineer.

Facing the one-armed Zhongli Wu, Kong Deming finally waved his hand and had the Royal Soul Engineer Corps open a path, allowing Long Xiaoyao to descend beside Zhongli Wu. Then, with another wave, the Royal Soul Engineer Corps once again surrounded Zhongli Wu, Long Xiaoyao, and the others.

At that moment, Long Xiaoyao spoke with a cold expression, questioning Kong Deming. "Kong Deming, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Long Xiaoyao had sensed the violent conflict erupting here from afar. When he arrived, he found that Zhongli Wu, Ye Xishui's son, was being besieged.

In his urgency, he sped up to support Zhongli Wu, but he still failed to prevent Zhongli Wu from having to sever an arm.

This filled him with rage. He wanted to confront Kong Deming head-on, yet the Holy Ghost Cult still needed the Sun Moon Empire to develop.

"Forget it. Better to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"I should at least try to keep Zhongli Wu alive."

What he did not know was that the grudge between Zhongli Wu and Mingde Hall had already temporarily "come to an end" the moment he shouted.

The truth was that he had arrived too late. Things were already beyond saving.

As Zhongli Wu endured excruciating pain, he was also filled with resentment. "Uncle Long~"

"Boss, you finally came."

The one who spoke was the Fourth Consecrator. The instant he saw Long Xiaoyao arrive, the despair and humiliation he had felt vanished without a trace.

In its place was the pride of having someone powerful backing him.

Myriad Souls, Minglei, Mask, and the other Holy Ghost Cult powerhouses felt the same way.

Seeing Long Xiaoyao arrive, Kong Deming inwardly muttered, Good thing I pushed them to the limit. Otherwise, if that old bastard Long Xiaoyao had gotten involved...

I might not have been able to do anything to Zhongli Wu today.

Outwardly, Kong Deming showed no fear of Long Xiaoyao. "Brother Long, you came at just the right time."

"I was just saying that I ought to teach this brat Zhongli Wu a lesson in your place."

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyao turned his gaze toward Zhongli Wu and the others.

Zhongli Wu's eyes flickered, and he did not dare meet Long Xiaoyao's gaze.

As his "stepfather," Long Xiaoyao was not in a position to say much.

He could only turn to the Fourth Consecrator. "Fourth, you explain."

"Boss~"

It happened like this~

The Fourth Consecrator recounted the entire sequence of events to Long Xiaoyao from beginning to end.

It left Long Xiaoyao burning with anger as well.

Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, and Mingde Hall's other Super Douluo simply stood quietly to one side and watched the show.

In the end, Long Xiaoyao shot Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling, and the others a vicious glare.

The others were not too badly affected, but Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling shuddered in fright.

Strictly speaking, Long Xiaoyao was the two of their stepfather.

In name, they had to call Long Xiaoyao "Dad~"

After hearing everything, Long Xiaoyao had lost his initial temper.

At that moment, Long Xiaoyao transmitted a few words privately to Kong Deming. "Brother Kong, regarding today's matter, I will apologize to you and Mingde Hall on Ye Xishui's behalf for Zhongli Wu."

Kong Deming was not surprised by this.

After all, strictly speaking, the Sun Moon Empire was the Holy Ghost Cult's financial patron.

Kong Deming then privately transmitted a few words to Long Xiaoyao as well. "Pass a few words on to Ye Xishui for me..."

Only then did Kong Deming order the Royal Soul Engineer Corps to open a path for Zhongli Wu and the others.

At the same time, Kong Deming did not forget to rub salt into Zhongli Wu's wounds. "Zhongli Wu, remember the oath you made today."

"Otherwise, next time, it won't be as simple as losing an arm."

Hearing this, Zhongli Wu fled away in shame, while inwardly nursing a grudge. Just wait, Kong Deming. When my Holy Ghost Cult unifies the continent, it will be the day your Sun Moon Empire falls.

With matters concluded, Kong Deming waved a hand and had the Royal Soul Engineer Corps return the way they had come.

He then gestured for Jing Hongchen to lead the way. "Jing Hongchen, take me to see that troublemaker Ye Fan."

Jing Hongchen said, "Teacher, that boy Ye Fan seems to have mastered a kind of spatial power."

"He is probably hiding in some mysterious space right now."

"I don't know where he is either."

"Oh~"

This made Kong Deming even more interested.

As the saying went, time was sovereign and space was king; when fate did not emerge, karma reigned supreme.

The other three types of power were all forces that could only be encountered by chance.

Yet Ye Fan possessed the power of space at such a young age. How could Kong Deming not be delighted?

Furthermore, Kong Deming himself had been researching spatial power.

If he could conduct research using Ye Fan's mysterious space, perhaps he could make another breakthrough along the path of space.

What Kong Deming did not know was that Ye Fan also possessed the power of fate, one of the four mysterious powers, though he had yet to master it.

"I see! Then I'll stay at Mingde Hall for a few more days and take the opportunity to guide Mengmeng and Xiaoxiao in their cultivation."

As he spoke, Kong Deming turned his gaze toward Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen nearby.

"Then thank you, Teacher!" Jing Hongchen said with delight.

Within the Undead Demiplane, Ye Fan sat upright, preparing to swallow all of the remaining pills in one go.

Thus, he embarked upon a long path of cultivation.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, the Ice Empress, the Dark Demon Ape, and the soul beast embryo stood guard at his side.

In the real world, the Ice Bear King rampaged through Mingde Hall, but knowing that this was Ye Fan's home, he did not attack anyone.

In the end, Jing Hongchen went to speak with the Ice Bear King. "Ice Bear King, why did you run into Mingde Hall's storage room?"

The Ice Bear King looked at Jing Hongchen, recognized him as Ye Fan's teacher, and obediently said, "I'm hungry~"

"Uh~"

Only then did Jing Hongchen realize that the big fellow was hungry.

Considering Ye Fan's connection to him, along with the fact that the Ice Bear King seemed rather unintelligent and did not attack people unprovoked, Jing Hongchen ultimately arranged for people to feed him specifically.

The Ice Bear King also enjoyed such a carefree life and voluntarily became Mingde Hall's guard bear.

Just like that, three months passed in a flash.

Kong Deming had begun to doubt whether Jing Hongchen was telling the truth.

"Jing Hongchen, did you really see that brat Ye Fan fly into a spatial plane?"

Jing Hongchen said, "Yes, Teacher!"

"I can guarantee it."

"Ye Fan wouldn't..."

Just as Jing Hongchen, Xiao Hongchen, and Meng Hongchen were all worrying about Ye Fan,

a faint spatial fluctuation arose somewhere within Mingde Hall.

"I've finally absorbed all these pills. I wonder whether I can soar to the heavens this time."