Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Even with Shen Yi's ability to carry the Town Stone on his person,

the eight Great Demon Generals of White Jade Capital only resulted in the beheading of seven, still leaving one to escape with its life.

It is uncertain how the Dragon Palace will react.

But diverting their attention is never a mistake.

"..."

A trace of ruthlessness surged in Shen Yi's eyes as he turned and stepped deeper into the Dragon Descendants' palace.

He was not only going to forcefully take but also keep, and in the end, bring all these things back with him!

After all, Elder Ke Si was a Dragon Descendant of the same order as a dragon son; its collection could entirely equate to a prince's treasure vault of a smaller scale.

Shen Yi drew his long spear, the Azure Dragon Shattering Star Spear ferociously exploding forth!

He tore apart the entire Dragon Descendant's hall in an extremely violent manner, the tall beams along with countless glazed lanterns shattering amid the dark currents.

All kinds of rare and precious treasures revealed their true forms.

Shen Yi gestured casually, sweeping up the many treasures just like sweeping leaves in the wind, collecting them all into his finger ring.

It must be said that of all the magic treasures left by the Nanyang Sect, the most useful to him might just be this Sect Master's Jade Finger Ring. The vast space within it suited him perfectly.

Having done all this,

Shen Yi soared up, a streak of light shooting out, transforming into the Black Light Flying Sword exactly beneath his feet, and he rushed explosively toward the surface of the water!

...

In the deepest waters of Southern Hong, the slippery greenstone was piled high, and on it grew seaweed like clouds. Compared to the palaces made of white jade, it appeared incredibly ancient, full of the traces of time.

This was the Southern Dragon Palace.

Within it lived a Yellow Poison Dragon of the purest bloodline, rumored to cause even the Immortal Trees to wither when it leapt out of the water.

At this moment, within a hall of green bricks.

The Fifth Prince, Ke Shiliang, stood respectfully, carefully describing his journey's observations and various speculations about the Immortal Sect's reactions.

By his side, Elder Ke Si knelt on the ground with his family, attempting to cover as much of his dark red dragon scales with his clothes as possible, and buried his head deep into the ground.

Cowering so humbly before him was not a living thing, just a giant yellow dragon sculpture on the wall. It was not exquisite; instead, its carving was rough, as if crudely cut out by sharp claws.

Yet this roughly hewn sculpture seemed to carry an endless domineering force, compelling awe and preventing one from raising their head in its presence.

Beneath the belly of that dragon was a bottomless black abyss.

Anyone trying to look into it would feel a terror strong enough to shatter their mind and soul.

"Father, your son has finished speaking,"

Ke Shiliang spoke until his mouth was dry, but no response came from the abyss, as though there was no life within.

He seemed accustomed to this, showing no particular concern.

No one would suspect because of this that the father Emperor might have perished at some point.

A Great Demon comparable to a cultivator at the Union Dao Realm Stage ruled the waters of Southern Hong; its fall would surely be sensed by all living beings of Southern Hong.

"Your son seeks permission to withdraw."

Ke Shiliang withdrew step by step, glancing at Elder Ke Si beside him as he left.

Having lost more than half of his fierce generals, trying to persuade the father Emperor to pardon him and reassign some support so he could continue to oversee the waters near the Seven Sons of Hong was not something that could be achieved by mere kneeling and admitting wrong.

If it were one of those Dragon Descendants who were eligible to inherit the Southern Dragon Palace, maybe they would have a chance to start anew.

As for this bastard... tsk.

Ke Shiliang strode away, having already informed his father Emperor about the banquet for the South Hong Seven Sons. Now, what he needed to do was to keep a close eye on the aura of the Blood Charm.

No. 13 was his son, low in cultivation but extraordinarily talented and even capable of practicing the Human Race's Spiritual Techniques. His achievements would surely be remarkable in the future, potentially giving him, the father, a chance to benefit.

But now, to die just like that.

The father Emperor would never ignore it.

As long as the South Hong Seven Sons didn't use any means to dissolve that Blood Charm, having such evidence meant that they would inevitably pay a price.

With this in mind,

Ke Shiliang began to carefully sense the presence of the Blood Charm.

Moments later, his eyelids twitched twice, and within those dragon eyes flickering with sharp light, a measure of doubt and uncertainty gradually emerged.

The person linked by the Blood Charm had actually come out... and was not far from the water domain?

"How dare they!"

Ke Shiliang could never have dreamed that just after encircling Yunxiao Pavilion, people from the Immortal Sect dared to show such audacity, chasing them down?!

He immediately took out a conch shell, without hesitation, summoning his six Great Demon Generals of White Jade Capital, and he roared, "Guard Southern Hong for me! I want them to find escape impossible!"

It was as if they thought Southern Hong was their own backyard, coming and going as they pleased.

Let alone just a few Daozi, even if a Sect Master came personally, they likely wouldn't dare make such a bold statement.

But the next moment, the doubt and uncertainty in Ke Shiliang's eyes turned to a hint of panic.

"..."

The conch shell was silent on the other end, as if it had fallen into a realm of death.

The six Great Demon Generals of White Jade Capital that he relied upon failed to respond.

After an indeterminable time, a frantic voice finally came through, "Prince! They've revolted, all of them!"

"Explain to me, word by word!"

Though he was in the Southern Dragon Palace, Ke Shiliang still felt a chill in his heart and raised his voice instinctively.

As the Great Demon explained the situation in a fluster,

there was a crack.

Ke Shiliang had unconsciously crushed the conch shell into powder, his face deathly pale.

His own forces had assembled and were now slaughtering another faction under his command.