CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 440: MEETING THE GOLDEN DRAGON KING AGAIN

"Why is Cang Ji here?"

As the third place in the previous Grand Demon Assembly, Elder Canglong was still quite well known.

He was recognized as soon as he appeared.

"Wasn’t the Azure Dragon Clan expelled from the Demon Realm?"

"I heard they killed a Heavenly Realm Envoy."

"Not only that, they also robbed the Qilin Race!"

"Hehe, they really are bold beyond measure!"

Although the Grand Demon Palace is currently under the control of the Qilin Race, with many demons allied to them, many in the Demon Race privately disapproved of the matter regarding the Azure Dragon Clan.

They originally harbored deep hatred toward the Immortal Realm, and they felt vindicated when the Immortal Alliance envoy was killed.

They just didn’t dare to say it out loud.

They were more curious about Brother Cheng than about this incident.

"Is this the new Azure Dragon Emperor?"

"He’s only an early-stage Quasi-Emperor, why is he here?"

"Could he be planning to participate in the Grand Demon Assembly?"

"An early-stage Quasi-Emperor seems a bit too low."

"If an emperor of a clan gets seriously injured, it would be a shame on the entire clan, especially since the Azure Dragon Clan is an ancient royal race."

"Hahaha, looks like there’s going to be a show."

Amidst the chaotic discussions, a group of Dragons hurriedly approached from the front.

Leading them was the Cyan Dragon Emperor.

Following him was Xuanming, a late-stage Quasi-Emperor from the Cyan Dragon Race and also a contender in this event.

Besides them, the veteran Quasi-Emperor Ao Qian from the Golden Dragon Race also arrived along with Ao Yang.

"Cang Ji, Cang Cheng, what are you two here for?"

The Cyan Dragon Emperor frowned as he saw them: "This is the Grand Demon Assembly, and the Qilin Race is waiting to cause trouble for you. Don’t act recklessly!"

Cang Ji laughed cheerfully: "We’re not here to cause trouble, our emperor is here to participate in the Grand Demon Assembly’s competitions."

"What did you say?"

The Cyan Dragon Emperor’s eyes widened: "He’s participating?"

"Cang Ji, is it your Azure Dragon Valley that’s gone mad, or is it me?"

"The Nine Patterns Bloodline and that Primordial Dragon Bone are indeed amazing, but which of the contenders this time doesn’t have some background?"

He kept shaking his head: "Do you really expect him to cross two levels and go against a late-stage Quasi-Emperor just because of this bloodline and Dragon Bone?"

Brother Cheng smirked: "Why can’t he?"

"Of course, he can’t!"

Xuanming said angrily: "The Dragon Emperors of the Three Great Dragon Valleys have such high status! If you get beaten up here, it will bring shame to me, the Cyan Dragon Emperor!"

"If it were Yikong or Mo Yang here, I wouldn’t say anything."

"But not you!"

"You’d better leave at once!"

In his eyes, a Dragon Emperor losing would bring disgrace to the entire Dragon Race.

Brother Cheng was speechless for a while, thinking why was he so nosy, really considering himself the father of the entire Dragon Race?

"Xuanming, you can’t meddle in this matter!"

The Azure Dragon Empress, who had been quiet along the way, directly retorted.

"If I say he can, then he can. Even if there’s shame, it’s my face that’s on the line."

Even though she was just an echo of consciousness, she stood on equal footing with the Cyan Dragon Emperor.

With her presence, Xuanming could not use status to suppress anyone anymore.

He could only coolly say: "Cang Ling, if you changed this habit of dreaming, the Azure Dragon Clan would not have fallen to its current state."

Cang Ling chuckled softly: "Who is right and who is wrong is not certain yet..."

While the two big shots were arguing, the Golden Dragon King Ao Yang was also curiously observing Brother Cheng.

He didn’t recognize Jiang Cheng in the body of a Azure Dragon.

However, after his recent retreat, he had heard of Cang Cheng’s name.

The bloodline of the Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon, reportedly also from the Lower Realm, made quite a name for himself upon arrival by doing many ’big things’.

"Boss, you’ve emerged from seclusion?"

Old Goat Shangeng secretly communicated with him.

Back in the day, they were both part of the Celestial Demon Domain, and although they were from different races, there was a bit of a kinship-like feeling.

Having not seen each other for years, Ao Yang was feeling rather nostalgic: "You’ve also reached mid-stage Quasi-Emperor, not bad!"

"Hahaha indeed, is it you representing the Golden Dragon Race this time?"

"Yes!"

"Boss, you’re already late-stage Quasi-Emperor. You have great potential this time! With your Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon bloodline, top eight is secured!"

"It’s hard to say, the strong abound in the Demon Realm, not like the Celestial Demon Domain back then."

Ao Yang shook his head, remaining grounded.

"Especially that Qilin Race, not only are they exceptionally gifted, but they also have many allies paving the way. Let’s first get into the top 32 and secure an Earth Division qualification."

Shangeng laughed: "No worries, the Qilin Race is going to stumble this time."

This statement left Ao Yang puzzled: "What makes you say that?"

The Qilin Race is currently in its prime, who could contend with them?

Shangeng assumed he already knew of Brother Cheng’s presence and said matter-of-factly: "With Sect Leader Jiang around, what space is there for the Qilin Race?"

"Sect Leader Jiang?"

Ao Yang was stunned, and then his massive dragon body trembled.

"Which Sect Leader Jiang?"

"Who else could it be? Of course, Jiang Cheng, Sect Leader Jiang. Boss, you’re not aware?" Shangeng looked bewildered.

Ao Yang could no longer maintain his composure.

He flew out directly from the Golden Dragon Race, rushing over to Shangeng, pulling him aside.

Jiaoqiong Quasi-Emperor of the Sheep Race quickly became vigilant, thinking he was about to attack.

After all, it’s not uncommon for a fight to break out in the Demon Race over a disagreement.

The Cyan Dragon Emperor quickly clarified: "Jiaoqiong Quasi-Emperor, don’t worry, Ao Yang is a peerless talent of the Golden Dragon Race, unlike that troublemaker Cang Cheng, he acts with propriety."

Mentioning Ao Yang, he felt quite relieved.

This rising star of the Golden Dragon Race was not only extraordinarily talented but also managed his actions with discernment, inner depth, and an incredible steadiness.

From the day he arrived, he brought peace of mind to the high-ranking members of the Dragon Race.

This emperor, who fancied himself the father of the Dragon Race, sometimes even envied the Golden Dragon Race for having such an outstanding successor.

Although the Cyan Dragon Race had sent Xuanming, the late-stage Quasi-Emperor, for this occasion, he rather favored Ao Yang of the Golden Dragon Race.

His reasoning was simple; from Ao Yang, the emperor saw the long-lost demeanor of a ruler.

This time, the reputation of the Dragon Race rested on his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Ao Yang was experiencing an exceptionally rare moment of excitement.

"You’ve seen Sect Leader Jiang?"

"Where is he now?"

"He’s been missing for a billion years, how did you find him?"

"Boss, you were closest to him, remember? And yet, you were out of touch?"

"I was in close contact with him?"

"It’s that new Nine Patterns Azure Dragon Emperor!"

"He’s that Sect Leader Jiang? Isn’t Sect Leader Jiang from the Human Race? How can that be?"

"What kind of Divine Being is Sect Leader Jiang? What kind of earth-shattering abilities does he have that you and I can’t fathom?"

Shangeng chuckled helplessly: "With the old master’s sky-reaching methods, there’s no way you and I can see through them, right?"

"Never mind transforming into a Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon, he does everything beyond normal."

Ao Yang had no doubts by this point and no longer hesitated for even a second.

He flew out as quickly as he could to Brother Cheng and then bowed respectfully, lowering his dragon head.

Making Jiao Qiong Quasi-Emperor from the Sheep Race even more vigilant, thinking he was starting an attack.

After all, confrontations among the Demon Race are a common occurrence when disagreements arise suddenly.

Referring to Ao Yang made the Cyan Dragon Emperor visibly more content.

The Golden Dragon Race’s rising star was not only incredibly talented but also someone whose actions were measured, strategic, and unbelievably steady.

From the first day he appeared, he particularly put their minds at ease.

Even though the Cyan Dragon Race had sent Xuanhai, a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, they had more faith in Ao Yang from the Golden Dragon Race.

This was because the emperor saw the familiar regal aura he had missed for a long time in him.

For this assembly, the pride of the Dragon Race rested on him.

"Why did you come looking for me so eagerly?"

Ao Yang pulled Shangeng aside.

Jiaoqiong Quasi-Emperor raised his guard, thinking Ao Yang was going to attack. He was, after all, from the Demon Race and the sight of a fight breaking out without warning was all too common.

The Cyan Dragon Emperor assured him, feeling more at ease after referencing Ao Yang.

The newcomer from the Golden Dragon Race, not only possessing unparalleled talent but also being incredibly down-to-earth, deeply impressed them. He was astonishingly level-headed.

Even though the Cyan Dragon Race sent Xuanhai, a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, there, they put more trust in Ao Yang from the Golden Dragon Race.

This time, the face of the Dragon Race rests on him.

Meanwhile, Ao Yang was exceptionally curious as he studied Brother Cheng, wondering about the Azure Dragon’s body but not recognizing him as Sect Leader Jiang.

But he had heard of Cang Cheng’s renowned name since his last exit from seclusion.

The bloodline of the Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon is also said to have emerged from the Lower Realm, creating quite a stir right from the start by achieving many ’grand things’.

"Boss, are you out of seclusion?"

Old Goat Shangeng covertly transmitted a message to him.

They were both from the Celestial Demon Domain, and although not from the same race, they shared a kind of countrymen’s connection.

Not having seen him in years, Ao Yang remarked nostalgically:

"You’ve reached mid-stage Quasi-Emperor, impressive!"

"Haha, indeed, and are you the one representing the Golden Dragon Race this time?"

"Yes!"

"Boss, you’re already a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, you have great potential this time! With your Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon bloodline, you’re secure in the top eight!"

"Hard to say, strong people are everywhere in the Demon Realm, not like the old days in the Celestial Demon Domain."

Ao Yang shook his head, still very practical.

"Especially the Qilin Race, they are in a favorable position and have many allies to pave the way."

"Let’s first break into the top 32, secure the path to the Earth Division."

Shangeng laughed: "No need to worry, with the Qilin Race, they are gonna stumble over their own feet."

This remark gave Ao Yang a pause: "What makes you say that?"

"With Sect Leader Jiang around, is there any room left for the Qilin Race?"

Ao Yang paused, and then jumped, his enormous dragon body quivering.

"Which other Sect Leader Jiang?"

"A Phoenix’s leader has what divine abilities that you and I can’t discern, right?"

"Never mind turning into a Nine Patterns Cyan Dragon, everything he does is perfectly normal."

Realizing this, any doubts and hesitations left him immediately.

He hastily flew back in front of Brother Cheng, then bowed his dragon head, and respectfully greeted him.

Making Jiao Qiong Quasi-Emperor from the Sheep Race even more nervous as he thought Ao Yang was about to mount an attack.

The Cyan Dragon Emperor happily mentioned Ao Yang, having great confidence in him.

This new Golden Dragon Race star, not only extraordinarily talented, but also someone whose actions were measured and who was astonishingly prudent.

From the first day, they felt he was different and he had given them a great deal of confidence.

Despite the Cyan Dragon Race sending Xuanhai, a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, they placed their hopes more on Ao Yang of the Golden Dragon Race.

And rightfully so, because the emperor saw the long-lost demeanor of an emperor in him.

For this tournament, the pride of the Dragon Race rests on his shoulders.