Identity exposed!

The West Sea Dragon King stared up at the sky, his expression grave.

"They're here again."

As the black clouds spread overhead, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

Wang Shi chuckled.

"Looks like the Dragon Tribe's in trouble."

High in the air, a narrow gap quietly opened in the black thunderclouds.

A voice rang out.

"Dragon King, have you considered the Demon Tribe's proposal? Why have you taken so long to respond? Do you think the Demon Tribe has no one capable of dealing with you?"

The West Sea Dragon King put on a fawning smile.

"Please take no offense, exalted immortal. I have already informed my elder brothers of the Heavenly Court's terms. Once we Four Seas Dragon Kings have discussed the matter thoroughly, we will naturally give you an answer."

"We of the Dragon Tribe have absolutely no wish to make an enemy of the Heavenly Court."

The voice from above rang out again.

"You have stalled for three years with this trick. Our patience has run out. You must give me an answer now, or don't blame us for showing no mercy."

The West Sea Dragon King's face turned livid. The Heavenly Court was simply pushing them too far. Their dragon clan had already retreated into the four seas, yet even that was not enough.

They even intended to bring the Dragon Tribe under their command and turn them into their lackeys.

"Father, don't agree! They were the ones trying to capture me just now. Luckily, Daoist Shi saved me, or I would have been done for. They're a pack of despicable villains!"

The West Sea Dragon King suddenly straightened his back, and his imposing aura erupted.

"Is that true?"

Flickers of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

His West Sea Dragon Clan had shown weakness because they owed too many karmic debts and were unwilling to stir up further trouble in the Primordial World.

Yet even after they had kept such a low profile, these people still pushed them far beyond endurance.

Most importantly, they had crossed his bottom line.

Families should be spared from feuds. These shameless, despicable scoundrels actually intended to threaten him with his daughter. That was practically asking for his life.

"Demon Tribe, what is the meaning of trying to capture my daughter? Do you intend to start a war?"

"You must give me an explanation today, or else..."

His attitude suddenly turned forceful, throwing the situation into confusion.

The Demon Tribe member in the sky faltered, his overbearing air vanishing in an instant.

His face livid, he glared at the three behind him. They could not even capture one little Little Dragon Girl. A bunch of useless fools.

The three felt terribly wronged. They had not wanted things to turn out this way either, but that man was simply too powerful. They were no match for him.

Just then, all three suddenly froze.

Trembling, they pointed ahead.

"It's him! He's the one who killed our Demon Generals! Worst of all, he roasted those Three Demon Generals and ate them! Lord Demon Marshal, please seek justice for us!"

The three wept floods of tears, as though they had endured an unbearable burden.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

A host of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals stood there, spears in hand, looking mighty and imposing.

Before them stood a great demon—none other than Demon Marshal Fei Lian.

"Hm? You mean that man is down below?"

He looked in the direction they indicated and soon spotted Wang Shi's burly figure.

The moment he saw that languid figure, a jolt ran through him, and his whole body began to tremble.

It's actually him! Why is he here?

Shouldn't he be cultivating on the Three Immortal Islands? Why has he come out?

"Lord Demon Marshal, it's him! Please seek justice for us!"

The three seethed with righteous indignation. With a million-strong army behind them now, they felt considerably more confident.

Demon Marshal Fei Lian remained silent, turning over possible responses in his mind.

When his gaze met Wang Shi's, he confirmed the man's identity once more.

He hurriedly averted his eyes.

"Get lost!"

He turned and delivered three kicks, instantly sending the trio flying out of sight.

At the same time, he transmitted his voice to Wang Shi.

"This humble one did not know you were here, my lord. Please forgive me. I will leave at once."

Wang Shi looked up at Demon Marshal Fei Lian in bewilderment.

What does this fellow mean? Is he talking to me? He must be, since this is a voice transmission.

"You know me?"

Fei Lian smiled faintly.

"When the Three Pure Ones took disciples back then, I had the good fortune to accompany the Heavenly Emperor and catch a glimpse of you, my lord."

"As an esteemed disciple of the Three Pure Ones Daoists, you are a friend of our Heavenly Court. This was all a misunderstanding. Please take no offense, my lord."

Fei Lian recalled the warnings of Demon Emperor Taiyi and Heavenly Emperor Di Jun.

If he ever encountered this esteemed disciple of the Three Pure Ones Daoists, he must not offend him, or he would bring disaster upon the Heavenly Court.

Wang Shi gave him a speechless look. How had he been recognized already? What a bore.

“Then get lost. Also, stop troubling the Dragon Tribe. If I find out you've been up to your old tricks again, don't blame me for showing no mercy.”

Fei Lian hurriedly bowed and assured him that he would never dare cause trouble.

The West Sea Dragon King was still fuming and had not noticed Fei Lian's odd behavior at all.

Ao Xi, however, watched the looks they exchanged with a puzzled expression.

"Demon Marshal Fei Lian, just what do you mean by this?"

Fei Lian snorted coldly.

“Since the Dragon Tribe has ties to this lord, we'll let the matter rest. But you had best conduct yourselves wisely.”

He instantly withdrew his divine ability, turned around, and left with the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Why had they suddenly left just like that?

"Wh-what are those fellows playing at?"

Wang Shi coughed lightly.

"They were probably frightened of the Dragon King."

“It looks like the Dragon Tribe's crisis has been resolved. I wonder when you'll honor your promise.”

“I urgently need to use the Dragon Transformation Pool. I won't occupy it for long.”

The West Sea Dragon King frowned.

Just then, Ao Xi sidled up to him again.

"Father, just agree. Please, I'm begging you."

"He did save my life, after all. Otherwise, your daughter might have been violated."

As she spoke, she actually began to sob.

The West Sea Dragon King's heart melted at once.

He had always cradled his precious daughter in the palm of his hand. When had she ever suffered the slightest grievance?

"All right, all right. Your father agrees."

“Come, follow me to the West Sea Dragon Palace. I can let you borrow the Dragon Transformation Pool, but let me make this clear beforehand: the Dragon Transformation Stone is fraught with peril, especially since you have no Dragon Tribe bloodline. If anything dangerous happens, I won't be responsible.”

Wang Shi chuckled.

"No worries, no worries. Even if I die in there, you won't be responsible."

The West Sea Dragon King snorted coldly, then turned and left.

The group headed toward the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Along the way, Ao Xi secretly questioned him.

“Come on, tell me. Who exactly are you? I saw you exchanging looks with that Demon Tribe Demon Marshal just now. He seemed really afraid of you.”

Although they had only communicated through voice transmissions, the Dragon Girl had seen every bit of Fei Lian's fawning expression.

Wang Shi gave her a surprised look.

"I didn't expect you to be so observant, Little Dragon Girl."

"The truth is, I am..."

After he said "am," his voice grew softer and softer, until it was no louder than the buzz of a mosquito.

Little Dragon Girl grew so anxious that she scratched at her ears and cheeks.

"Hurry up and tell me! Who exactly are you?"