CHAPTER 736: CHAPTER 356: THE QILIN APPEARS

The howling fierce wind swept through the city, Jing Ci lifted his blood-red savage eyes, his voice turning cold and hoarse as he apathetically said, "Run, run as far as you can, this place is no longer where you belong."

The shadows excel at infiltration and lurking, naturally unable to possess much combat strength.

Otherwise, why would they remain hidden?

Just like Black Widow in the Avengers, once the final battle arrives, she inevitably takes a backseat.

Fortunately, they were smart enough.

For the shadow had already vanished without a trace, leaving him alone on the rooftop, yet it didn’t feel lonely; rather, it carried a regal aura like the Lord of the World!

The ancient Azure Dragon seemed to be coiled atop the sky, wielding storm, rain, and lightning; its Dragon Roar reverberated like thunder above the heavens. The surging dark clouds repeatedly gathered only to be shattered, and the darkness within the mist extinguished, as if a discontent roar echoed from the netherworld, like the bellow of a ghost.

"Huai Yin... Huai Yin!"

The voice roared, "No, you are Jing Ci! So it was you!"

Jiang Chunyang was furious, if he weren’t in such poor condition, he would surely employ Primordial Return to fight to the death; however, he had grown too old, even like a suspicious old fox towards anyone and anything.

Thus, when in poor condition, he would never act rashly, not giving others the chance to kill him.

For those who practice the You Ying Law, there is one iron rule.

Which is winner takes all.

This world only permits one supreme ruler.

Once the fierce Azure Dragon stood between heaven and earth, Evolvers could no longer execute Primordial Return.

If someone also attempted Primordial Return, they’d be plundered of the Ancient God’s Breath.

Instead, augmenting the power of the Azure Dragon.

Only individuals with close strength executing Primordial Return could engage in a tug-of-war.

"What grandeur."

The Think Tank pushed open the ancient courtyard gate, feeling the overwhelming dragon majesty, like a sea tide about to engulf all of Tokyo, shaking his mind: "Since the king’s death, this should be the strongest Ghost Slayer Path in the world. With his talent, he could easily become the next King of Qing."

The turbulent wind cut like knives, the streets were filled with flying sand and stones, he had to shout loudly with force.

"Wait, Eighth Rank Candle Life?"

He stared wide-eyed and yelled, "You damn well tell me this is Eighth Rank?"

The Netherworld carrying the Ghost Slayer Blade walked behind him, also shouting, "Now you finally understand my feelings? At first, I didn’t understand why an Eighth Rank Candle Life could be so strong, it defies logic."

Even so, the demon runes on his face burned red-hot, eyes filled with a frenzy of battle intent.

The last battle along Peak City’s coast didn’t fully satisfy them.

As Peak City was shrouded by the Heavenly Person Realm, rendering Primordial Return unusable.

This time it’s in Tokyo, where they could fight without reservation.

Even the Orochi Society members dared not utter a complaint.

Sadly, the Think Tank raised a hand, stopping him.

"Jing Ci indeed came today to settle scores; years ago, the Buzhou Mountain folks did provoke him, and Jiang Chunyang even harmed his beloved girl. Only this timing is too coincidental."

The Think Tank’s white hair was uplifted by the wind, his handsome face showed complex expressions, shouting, "No one knows where the King of Qing is now, possibly guarding Taihua in the Magic City, or perhaps here in Tokyo. Either way, you must guard Jiang Chunyang; if this old man truly dies, then the king’s legacy would be lost for real."

The battle fervor in the Netherworld’s eyes gradually faded, in truth, he didn’t truly intend to fight to the death, as the man had kept himself restrained at the Eighth Rank, yet could already rival Ninth Rank demigods.

Jing Ci could ascend to Ninth Rank at any moment, the victor was already clear.

The Netherworld merely wanted to know how strong the man truly was.

"Don’t worry, someone will figure it out eventually."

The Think Tank hadn’t finished speaking when he cursed furiously: "Damn it!"

He covered his ears, blood trickling from the ear canal.

The eardrum seemed shattered, his mind was filled with a cacophony of buzzing turmoil.

"Watching you strut your stuff, it’s somewhat disheartening."

The Netherworld’s voice too was drowned in the all-encompassing dragon roar.

He promptly sat on the cold stone steps, casually supporting the Demon Extinguishing Blade, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

At the extremity of the sky, the ancient Azure Dragon overlooked humanity, the raging storm bowing before it, fierce thunder resembling a womb of catastrophe, wind and lightning swirling intertwining, like the apocalypse.

Amidst the terrifying roar, the world seemed to plunge into silence.

For the experimental subjects trembled violently, sensing supression from the depths of their blood by the Ancient God Clan within.

Some unhesitantly fell asleep, while others submitted to the immense dragon presence, kneeling on the ground.

As if confronting a mortal enemy!

Even the Corpse Ghost Tide rampaging through the city fearfully knelt down.

Not out of voluntary submission, but crushed by colossal pressure!

"What is that thing?"

Zhong Guoqing dared not look up, for the reflection in the rearview mirror already showed a majestic silhouette, with the dragon roar resonating, causing his orifices to bleed, as if his soul were dissipating.

"I don’t know, we just came to pick up goods, how did it turn out so unlucky?"