Slaying the Demon Together

"Mortals, having beheld this Emperor's true dragon body, why do you not quickly kneel and worship?"

Yuchi Yao's low, hoarse voice emerged from within that blood-smeared dragon head whose shape could scarcely be discerned.

It was as though he had no idea what he looked like now. He still spoke of some "true dragon body," immersed in that twisted self-satisfaction.

"With such a mad, demonic appearance, neither you nor your Eastern Wilderness nation can be saved."

Luo Yuan murmured, then shook the Chuyun Duster. Fixing his gaze upon Yuchi Yao, he called to those behind him, "Master, martial uncles, today we slay this evil demon and rid the Northwest of harm. Please lend Luo Yuan a hand."

Whoosh—

As the words fell, azure bones gave birth to clouds and mist.

Luo Yuan's body was swiftly enveloped by the pale blue-white cloud mass, then began to show signs of dissolving away.

As the Pavilion Master's eldest disciple and the current Chief Disciple of Chuyun Pavilion, the cultivation method he practiced was the highest-ranking orthodox inheritance within Chuyun Pavilion.

Earlier, because he had sensed that the Eastern Wilderness's ambitions would not stop at a few scattered minor forces, he had voiced his thoughts during a discussion in the sect's grand hall.

At the time, Chuyun Pavilion's upper echelons, including his master, had all felt that he was overthinking matters.

They believed that, no matter how much the Eastern Wilderness conquered cities and seized lands, it could never possibly attack Chuyun Pavilion.

Fortunately, Chuyun Pavilion's ancestor had been secretly listening in at the time. Afterward, he summoned Luo Yuan and passed down the sect-protecting treasure, the Chuyun Duster, along with the secret art known as the Chuyun Long Dao Scripture.

It was also thanks to that ancestor keeping such a thought in mind,