CHAPTER 1275: CHAPTER 1272: BEARING THE DRAGON’S SURNAME, CARRYING THE DEMON’S NAME

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"Someone from the Demon Race is here!"

As the major forces of Dingzhou entered the Death Netherworld, they all received messages.

"These guys truly have the heart of thieves. Letting them crawl back to the White Dragon Mountain Range to eke out a living was already a great mercy, and yet they still dare to come to the Death Netherworld?"

An Elder from a grand sect snorted coldly.

"Each sect dispatch one person to return and block him."

This Elder from the Guiyuan Immortal Sect commanded.

Soon, the major forces of Dingzhou each dispatched a strong cultivator to return to the dark portal and stop that individual from the Demon Race.

Meanwhile, the others continued forward, exploring within the Death Netherworld.

But it wasn’t long before a series of tragic cries echoed, accompanied by an aura of terror spreading out.

That young man from the Demon Race, dressed in a pure white robe, untainted by dust.

As if nothing had happened.

Vajra Divine Son and Sword Dust Son, who came from behind, saw the desolation at the dark portal.

There was flesh mud, and torn body parts laid scattered.

Judging from the clothes, they were all strong cultivators from the major forces of Dingzhou!

Vajra Divine Son and Sword Dust Son exchanged glances, their eyes heavy with a serious expression in each other’s eyes.

This young Demon Race individual possesses unimaginably powerful strength!

"Go!"

The two quickly rushed forward.

At this moment.

Ye Xuan and his group were already at the forefront.

The strange creature inflicted by the Five Layers of Curses was silently dealt with by Qi Changsheng.

The subsequent journey was peaceful.

At most, they were attacked by zombies with Double or Triple Layers of Curses.

The strength of these creatures was mostly in the Saint Realm, varying from Entering Saint Realm to Saint Venerable Realm.

Even beings like the War Saint and Ancient Saint had not yet encountered.

Those who ventured into the Death Netherworld this time were peerless powerhouses; such existences naturally could not impede their progress.

"Oh..."

Ye Xuan suddenly let out a sound of surprise, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Then he chuckled softly.

No wonder the little dragon girl incarnated from the True Dragon Dragon Ball they encountered earlier was only in the Immortal Realm; it was because the opportunity had been divided in two.

Initially, Ye Xuan found it strange.

After all, the greatest opportunity in the White Dragon Mountain Range was the little dragon girl.

Though the great dragon-slaying battle occurred long ago, despite the Dragon Ball evolution process, it shouldn’t have failed to reach the Supreme Realm.

Now it seems not so strange.

This Demon Race individual indeed has a remarkable opportunity.

"Sister..."

The little dragon girl, who had been hiding on Qiao Xinyu all along, suddenly appeared, tugging at Qiao Xinyu’s sleeve, her bright eyes full of unease.

"What’s wrong?" Qiao Xinyu asked.

"Someone wants to kill me," the little dragon girl whispered, very uneasy.

Qiao Xinyu looked up at Ye Xuan.

"It’s a guy from the Demon Race who also received the True Dragon’s opportunity, he can sense the existence of the little dragon girl," Ye Xuan said calmly.

Qiao Xinyu seemed lost in thought, then softly said to the little dragon girl: "It’s okay, he won’t dare to come."

The little dragon girl, feeling a connection with Qiao Xinyu, although still uneasy, calmed down under Qiao Xinyu’s comforting words.

Not far from Ye Xuan and the others, that Demon Race youth in the white robe, his expression cold, eyes sharp.

"Belonging to my Dragon Demon is ultimately mine, no one can take it away!"

The youth whispered, carrying a sense of absolute confidence.

To take the dragon as a surname and the demon as a name.

The strongest among the young generation of the Demon Race in Dingzhou — Dragon Demon.

In less than a century, this peerless prodigy rose from the White Dragon Mountain Range and became one of the Demon Kings of the White Dragon Mountain Range.

No one knows his true identity.

Only he himself knows that he is the reincarnation of a trace of soul from the True Dragon of the past and possesses the True Dragon Bloodline.

He had been lying low in the White Dragon Mountain Range, only just transforming a hundred years ago, then awakening the power within that trace of soul, and rising to power.

Simultaneously, Dragon Demon had sensed his past life’s Dragon Ball had also transformed.

He didn’t act immediately, instead letting it develop, preparing to wait until the Dragon Ball had transformed, reaching the Supreme Realm, before going to devour it, greatly enhancing his cultivation.

Unexpectedly, without realizing, the Dragon Ball was taken away by someone in the meantime.

This left him extremely vexed.

He activated a Secret Technique to search for the whereabouts of the Dragon Ball.

Finally, today, he sensed the aura of the Dragon Ball, right here in the Death Netherworld.

He also learned of the opening of the Death Netherworld, and without a word, went there alone.

Presumably, at this moment, many Demon Kings of the White Dragon Mountain Range are already as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

After all, he is the hope of the Demon Race’s rise in Dingzhou.

Dragon Demon naturally understood this, but precisely because of this, he had no choice but to come here, determined to reclaim his opportunity!

Furthermore, in the memory of that trace of his soul, there were records of the Death Netherworld.

Within the Death Netherworld, there lies a world-shocking Secret Treasure.

Whoever obtains this Secret Treasure can dominate the world!

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why Dragon Demon was determined to come to this place.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Dragon Demon suddenly paused, a hint of vigilance flickering in his eyes.

"Why have these guys stopped?"

"Are they deliberately waiting for me?"

Dragon Demon’s heart shivered slightly, slowing his pace.

However, these guys indeed showed no movement.

But in Dragon Demon’s perception, among these auras, the strongest seemed to be only one Supreme Realm individual, with the others mostly being Immortal Realm.

Dragon Demon gradually approached.

Soon, he saw the little dragon girl he’d long yearned for.

At this moment, the little dragon girl was leaning against a black-clothed woman wearing a black veil and carrying two black sabers, looking at him with some fear.

Dragon Demon withdrew his gaze and began assessing this group of people.

He was truly surprised to find many significant forces present: Dou Su Palace, Corpse God Temple, Guiyuan Immortal Sect, Liangyi Immortal Sect, Sealing Demon Mountain...

Why are so many forces gathered together!?

And also...

Why are these people treating that white-haired boy in Immortal Realm as their leader?!

Dragon Demon’s eyes fell on the boy dressed in a white robe with a snow-white gourd hanging from his waist, with a head of white hair.

At this moment, the boy was also looking at him.

"You’ve come." The boy smiled slightly.

Dragon Demon had a look of suspicion in his eyes.

For some reason, looking at this boy, Dragon Demon found him somewhat familiar.

"Have we met?" Dragon Demon asked cautiously, maintaining his guard.

"We have." Ye Xuan nodded slightly, then said, "But you’re not you anymore, so you should leave, I won’t kill you."

Dragon Demon’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

He didn’t recall ever meeting Ye Xuan, but that familiar feeling left him puzzled.

However, right now, an individual at the Immortal Realm has the audacity to speak such words to him.

Utterly laughable.

"I need to take back what belongs to me." Dragon Demon said calmly.

"It hasn’t belonged to you for a long time; the moment you were slain, it ceased to be yours." Ye Xuan shook his head slightly.

Dragon Demon’s expression suddenly changed drastically.