This Black Dragon Belongs to My Xiang Clan

"Give it to me!"

The sound approached rapidly, growing louder as it grew louder.

As the last word fell, it felt as if it were already not far away.

At the same time, a gigantic hand materialized out of thin air in the void.

In the night sky, the word "take" in the palm of his hand shimmered with light.

The powerful forces and laws of heaven and earth merged, creating an aura so strong that it shook countless people to their core.

The next moment, the giant hand touched the raging wind surrounding the Black Dragon.

The gale dissipated abruptly after only a brief contact.

A large hand grabbed the Black Dragon's body, about to snatch it away.

Xiang Qing's reaction was equally swift.

He reacted instantly and shouted angrily:

"How dare you!"

As the sound rang out, its energy surged dramatically.

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him:

"Yes, I dare not!"

As the sound rang out, Xiang Qing. Without any unnecessary frills, he simply struck out with a palm towards Xiang Qing.

Xiang Qing snorted coldly, and although the attack came after the sound, it did not catch him off guard.

Faced with this straight-on palm strike, his internal energy surged wildly, and a fierce wind swept around his arm like blades. He showed no intention of dodging and met the palm strike head-on.

The two were extremely close, and almost instantly, their fists and palms collided.

The exchange was simple and unadorned, yet the power it unleashed was earth-shattering.

At the moment of collision, the space between the two suddenly became distorted, and numerous void rifts spread out under this astonishing distortion of power.

Immediately following, a terrifying explosion shook the heavens and the earth, then transformed into a horrific shockwave that spread in all directions.

Bang bang bang bang!

The impact shattered countless trees and shattered boulders, its scale seemingly endless, spreading straight outwards. Directly beneath the ground where the two were fighting, several huge cracks suddenly appeared.

A single exchange of blows has resulted in such a shocking outcome.

At that moment, their fists and palms separated in mid-air.

Xiang Qing retreated five steps, but the suddenly appearing figure remained motionless.

"Ancestor, you crossed the border and repelled Xiang Qing?"

On Hidden Origin Peak, Lu Changzhi raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of surprise.

It should be noted that Xiang Qing's level of attainment is somewhat higher.

Although his attack just now had the suspicion of being a sneak attack, he was still genuinely surprised that Xiang Qing was forced back so much.

However, he didn't think too much about it.

At that moment, Lu Changzhi directly addressed the system:

"System, Random Deprivation Xiang Qing!"

As soon as the voice faded, Xiang Qing's information appeared before Lu Changzhi.

Then, light flickered and danced from it, appearing in different locations one after another.

Lu Changzhi noticed that the cursor skipped the realm column while it was moving.

It is clear that one cannot take away the realm of someone whose level of understanding is higher than one's own.

At the same time, the powerful figures on the Xiang Clan's side also realized what was happening.

"Master!"

"Master, are you alright?"

As the sound rang out, several powerful members of the Xiang Clan appeared beside Xiang Qing.

At the same time, several people activated their auras and looked warily at the masked figure in front of them.

"Who are you, sir, daring to injure the leader of my Xiang Clan!" a powerful member of the Xiang Clan spoke up.

"Xiang Clan?"

The figure spoke softly:

"It's not weak, but I'm taking this Black Dragon. If you don't want to, feel free to stop me."

Upon hearing this, a powerful member of the Xiang Clan turned cold:

"This Black Dragon belongs to my Xiang Clan. You take it so easily; you show no respect for the Xiang Clan!"

Let our strength speak for itself.

The figure did not rush to leave, but stood in the void, as if relying on something:

"If you're not going to fight, then I'm leaving."

Although the powerful members of the Xiang Clan were furious, none of them made a move; instead, they all looked towards Xiang Qing.

The exchange between the two just now had already revealed the other's cultivation level; he was also a Saint Venerable.

The only one who could counter this was Xiang Qing, who was also Saint Venerable.

At that moment, the light stopped flashing on Lu Changzhi's side.

"Pity."

Looking at the final result, Lu Changzhi secretly felt it was a pity.

What was stripped away was not aptitude or physique, but merely the talent of [Heart of Insight].

While talent is important, for cultivators who reach the Saint Venerable level, both aptitude and physique have a greater impact on their strength.

Brush.

In the darkness of the night, the light that only Lu Changzhi could see fell upon Xiang Qing.

The moment the light fell, Xiang Qing seemed to sense it, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Suddenly, a feeling arose in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Xiang Qing's expression changed slightly.

When he came to this Land of the Four Directions, he had a vague feeling that something was not so simple.

Now, just as he predicted.

But for some reason, this feeling has now escalated into a sense of unease.

Since entering the Saint Realm, very few things have made him feel uneasy.

And after reaching the Saint Venerable Realm, it never happened again.

But right now...

Xiang Qing looked at the figure in front of him.

Its aura and realm are unfathomable, as if unfathomable.

However, based on the exchange just now, it's clear that my opponent is no weaker than me.

At this moment, Xiang Qing felt a vague sense of detachment. It was hard to describe the feeling accurately, but it was extremely strange and left Xiang Qing feeling somewhat bewildered.

Could this feeling be because the previous palm strike had left him feeling weak?

"Master."

Seeing that Xiang Qing had not responded for a long time, a powerful member of the Xiang Clan couldn't help but send a telepathic message.

Xiang Qing snapped out of his daze, glanced at the Black Dragon, then returned his gaze to the figure, his voice slightly cold:

"It's just a broken Black Dragon, yet they still try to steal it."

"Since you are not afraid of my Xiang Clan, why do you dare not introduce yourself?"

His words drew puzzled glances from the other powerful members of the Xiang Qing Xiang Clan.

It's obvious that negotiations are about to begin, but currently, they are not actually at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, the mention of a "broken Black Dragon" caused the Black Dragon, which had calmed down temporarily due to the intimidation of the terrifying power, to become restless again, and it began to struggle wildly.

Brush.

The figure raised a hand, unleashing a powerful strike that knocked the Black Dragon unconscious.

Then, he said a name:

Xiang Lin.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qing's face suddenly turned cold.

The name was none other than his father's.

The other party is deliberately playing me for a fool!

At that moment, its energy surged.

Just then, the figure waved its arm, and a blinding light burst forth. When the light dissipated, both the figure and the Black Dragon had vanished.

"Master, is there something you're hesitant about with this person?" a powerful member of the Xiang Clan asked tactfully.

Xiang Qing took a deep breath, stared at the spot where the figure had disappeared, and said:

"This person is very strong!"

"He is at least at the Seventh Level of Saint Venerable."

"Sevenfold!"

The expressions of the Xiang Clan experts all changed.

Each realm is a new heaven, especially at the level of Saint Venerable.

They were clear about Xiang Qing's cultivation level; he was at the fourth level, nearly a third of a major cultivation level away from the seventh.

Furthermore, it was evident from their previous encounters that the two sides were far from evenly matched.