Bai Nianchou, You've Gone Too Far!

"Bai Nianchou, you've gone too far!"

Qing Shou watched the other person's departing figure, his heart filled with hatred.

Hong Yan looked at Jin Man, a man who had recently taken over the heavy responsibility from his father and succeeded as the clan leader, with whom he had a good relationship.

The two exchanged a knowing glance without alerting anyone.

Seeing that Qing Shou's anger showed no signs of abating, Hong Yan continued to persuade him, "Young Master Qing, don't be angry. Nianchou is just like that. You know he's been searching for the whereabouts of the Dragon Abyss Sword for so many years. Not long ago, he finally learned that the Dragon Abyss Sword would return to the Upper Realm with that Devil Dragon, so of course he's eager to get back to it."

Jin Man nodded in agreement. "That's right, that's right. After all, every War God defeated the Devil Race wielding the Dragon Abyss Sword. Nianchou has guarded the Gods and Devils Battlefield for so many years, yet he has never had a suitable weapon. He's been waiting for far too long."

Hong Yan turned around and glared at her old friend. This person knew perfectly well that the young people of the Qing Shou Azure Dragon Clan, including Qing Shou, couldn't stand the word "God of War," yet he kept bringing it up.

Instead of helping to persuade them, why add fuel to the fire?

Upon hearing Jin Man's words, Qing Shou's anger, which had subsided considerably, surged back into his chest.

He glared at the patrolling soldiers. "What are you still kneeling here for? Lead the way!"

Seeing this, Jin Man, standing behind Qing Shou, sneered. With his attitude towards his own people, it would be a miracle if the four Dragon Race listened to him in the future.

Bai Nianchou had no idea how much anger Qing Shou had inflicted upon him by his sudden departure.

He simply followed the scent mixed with the stench of Devil Race, and Bai Nianchou arrived just in time.

At this moment, the patrol team had just surrounded Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue, who had not yet left the altar area, and looked at them as if they were two intruders.

The team leader, brandishing a sharp weapon, pointed it at Jiang Zhuoxue: "Devil Dragon, weren't you exiled to the Lower Realm? What brings you back?"

"I cannot tell you what I am doing for now, but I will not do anything to harm the Dragon Race." Even though those surrounding her were all Dragon Race, Jiang Zhuoxue dared not reveal anything about the Dragon Abyss Sword until she met someone she could truly trust.

Seeing this, Sang Ying understood the Dragon Race's attitude towards Jiang Zhuoxue to some extent. Since the other party did not reveal the Dragon Abyss Sword, Sang Ying also chose to remain silent.

But the leader didn't believe a word a former exile said, "An existence abandoned by its people suddenly returns in an unusual way, accompanied by a suspicious Human Race. Do you think I'm easily fooled?"

Honestly, if the team leader hadn't noticed that Sang Ying's aura was pure and carried a strong golden light of Merit, he probably would have attacked the two of them the moment they met.

"Devil Dragon, I'm giving you two choices: either tell us your reasons and surrender, and we'll determine the truth of your story and decide how we treat you; or leave the way you came. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite," the leader said bluntly.

But Jiang Zhuoxue insisted on her original point of view. "We're here to deliver something. We'll leave as soon as we deliver it, so there's no need for you to rush us."

"Alright, then give me the item. After I've checked it, as long as it's safe and sound, I'll deliver it to the person you're supposed to deliver it to." An unexpected event has occurred on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, and several major Dragon Race have been relocated to the plains near the Gods and Devils Battlefield. Among them are many Dragon Race cubs and tens of thousands of unhatched dragon eggs.

Since the team leader was responsible for everyone's safety, he dared not let his guard down. At such a critical moment, any slight disturbance would alert him, let alone Jiang Zhuoxue, who was raised by the Black Dragon Clan and the Devil Race to destroy the Dragon Race.

"I'm sorry, we know this is your duty, but we can't entrust this to you." Sang Ying had no choice but to step forward and speak up. "If you can find the White Dragon Tribe's patriarch, I can hand over this important item on the spot. I mean what I say."

Like Jiang Zhuoxue, Sang Ying didn't trust others much, but she believed in Bai Qinglong's memories and also in the Old Patriarch Bai she had spent many years with in the illusion.

The team leader frowned slightly. He looked at the deputy team leader, and after a brief whispered conversation, they still rejected Sang Ying's suggestion. "You have no right to make demands. You can only choose between those two paths!"

Sang Ying helplessly, and Jiang Zhuoxue also began to lose patience. "Ignore them. I can sense several powerful auras nearby. I'll hold them off; you just charge in."

After saying this, Jiang Zhuoxue gave Sang Ying no chance to stop him and instantly Spirit Transformation black dragon, charging towards the warriors.

He successfully disrupted the encirclement, giving Sang Ying a chance to escape.

Sang Ying gave him a deep look, but she knew that staying would not be of any help to him. A weak Spirit Transformation cultivator could not get involved in the battles between Dragon Race.

She broke free from the soldiers' encirclement, and one of them, seeing Sang Ying trying to escape, immediately gave chase. But faster than him was Jiang Zhuoxue's sweeping tail.

The adult Devil Dragon is far more powerful than it was ten thousand years ago, and these carefully selected warriors are no match for it.

Sang Ying sensed the powerful pressure emanating from the surrounding area when suddenly, a strangely familiar aura forcefully rushed into her Divine Sense.

She looked up sharply and saw a giant white dragon lower its body and fly low over Sang Ying's head.

Sang Ying turned her head to look, and the sharp tip of the sword was already pressed against her throat.

"You are Human Race, why have you trespassed into our Dragon Race's territory?" The young man had eyes and eyebrows very similar to Bai Qinglong's, but his aura was much sharper than Bai Qinglong's.

Jiang Zhuoxue on the other side also quickly ended her battle and immediately chased after Sang Ying.

Seeing someone holding a gun to Sang Ying, seemingly about to end her life, Jiang Zhuoxue could only helplessly cry out, "Bai Nianchou, stop!"

"Your surname is Bai, and you belong to the White Dragon Tribe?"

"Devil Dragon, you're finally back!"

Sang Ying and Bai Nianchou spoke at the same time, but their attitudes were completely different.

Bai Nianchou heard Sang Ying's question, turned his head to look at her, his eyes sharp. "So what if I'm from the White Dragon Tribe? Why are you, a Human Race, mixing with a Devil Dragon?"

Just as Sang Ying felt that Bai Nianchou looked familiar, Bai Nianchou also sensed a faint, familiar aura emanating from Sang Ying.

"These things are unimportant; I'm here today to deliver..."

"Young Master Bai!" The injured leader also caught up with his men, interrupting Sang Ying before she could finish speaking, "Young Master Bai, stop them! They're going to harm the Dragon Race!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Nianchou's gaze towards Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue also took on a dangerous tinge.