RNP Chapter 809 Long Tian is about to make a move
Chapter 809 Long Tian is about to make a move
Long Tian raised an eyebrow, his smile turning colder as he looked at a foolish clown: "It seems the Flood Dragon Clan truly are ungrateful wolves, their rebellious nature never fading. If it weren't for the Dragon Clan's mercy in allowing you to thrive in the East Sea, you would have long since become food for other aquatic creatures. Now you dare to negotiate with us?" He raised his hand, and the Dragon Clan warriors behind him instantly gripped their spears, the tips gleaming with a chilling blue light. "Since you refuse to listen to reason, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Long Si knew further words were futile; the greed of the dragon race was ingrained in their very bones. Today's situation was either hand over his son to survive or fight to the death. He abruptly turned to look at Xiao Shuai beside him, his eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity. His voice was extremely low, almost swallowed by the waves: "Remember, run east into the deep-sea canyon! There are secret passages left by our ancestors there, passing through the reefs, leading directly to the endless trench. Run as far as you can, and whatever you do, don't look back, and don't even think about coming back to find me—survival is more important than anything else!"
He had expected Xiao Shuai to cry and refuse to leave, or to ask "why" and "what will you do?", but to his surprise, Xiao Shuai simply nodded vigorously. Although there was reluctance on his small face and his eyes were red, he exuded a composure beyond his years: "Master, I understand! You yourself... you must take care!" He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. As he turned away, a tear fell into the seawater, but he did not look back.
The words had barely left his lips when Xiao Shuai's figure darted eastward like an arrow. He moved with the agility of a young shark, dodging and weaving through the waves, using the shadows of the rocks to dart swiftly, disappearing into the distant mist in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint trail. Long Si watched the direction he vanished, a weight lifted from his heart—this child was clever enough to know that staying here would only be a burden, while leaving offered a glimmer of hope.
Seeing this scene, Long Tian seemed to see through Long Si's thoughts and suddenly chuckled, his laughter full of mockery: "It seems you're determined to oppose us? Knowing that your few dozen old and weak dragons are no match for the elite warriors behind me, you still want to fight to the death? How ridiculously foolish."
Long Si slowly turned around, the anxiety and despair on his face fading, replaced by a resolute determination. He threw his head back and laughed a few times, the laughter echoing across the vast sea with a tragic resounding tone: "My dragon clan has lived and thrived in this East Sea for generations, guarding this sea and protecting this water. Why should we have to pay tribute to your dragon clan every year, to be your slaves? We've had enough of these years of forbearance and concessions! But you want to harm my son, to eradicate the roots of my dragon clan—this condition, even if it costs me my old life, will not be met!"
His aura suddenly surged, and his originally dull scales burst forth with dazzling blue light. The water behind him gathered into a huge phantom of a water dragon, and a deafening dragon roar pierced the sky, announcing the start of this inevitable battle.
Long Jiao glanced at Long Tian, a sharp glint in her eyes, and said decisively, "Since we can't reach an agreement, let's just go for it. Stop wasting time talking to him."
Before the words were even finished, Long Tian had already moved first. His figure blurred, his silver-white robe fluttering in the wind, and golden dragon energy instantly surged around him. He transformed into a blur, rushing straight at Long Si. His palm strike carried the force of thunder, tearing the air apart with a sharp, whistling sound. Long Jiao followed closely behind, her water-green dress billowing like a butterfly. Several ice shards condensed at her fingertips, gleaming coldly as they shot towards Long Si's vital points, their movements perfectly coordinated.
Seeing this, Long Si was not afraid at all; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. As the patriarch of the Flood Dragon Clan, he had cultivated diligently for a thousand years, and his strength had long reached the pinnacle of the aquatic race. If it weren't for the Dragon Clan's foundation, would he have tolerated these two juniors' insolence? He snorted coldly, and the water vapor around him suddenly surged, transforming into a phantom of a blue flood dragon tens of feet long. With a flick of his dragon claw, he met Long Tian's palm strike head-on. With a loud "bang," the shockwave exploded in all directions, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The two sides instantly clashed, golden dragon energy intertwining and colliding with azure water vapor, sometimes erupting with blinding light, sometimes whipping up raging winds. Long Tian's palm techniques were fierce and domineering, each strike carrying the unique pressure of the dragon race; Long Jiao's ice-based divine abilities were cunning and unpredictable, ice shards raining down like a storm, blocking every escape route for Long Si; while Long Si, relying on the strength of his true dragon form, calmly maneuvered amidst the attacks, his dragon tail sweeping across, shattering ice shards, and when he exhaled his dragon breath, water vapor transformed into sharp blades to counterattack, making it difficult to determine a winner for a time.
Xiao Shuai, watching from afar, was terrified, cold sweat beading on his forehead. The aftershocks of this battle were truly astonishing; the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests had already fled in fright, and even the ground had cracked open in several places, with dense fluctuations of spiritual energy shooting straight into the sky—such a commotion could not possibly go unnoticed by the human cultivators! Once they set their sights on them, neither the dragons nor the flood dragons would fare well.
He was burning with anxiety, wanting to rush over and warn his master to conceal his aura and avoid the attention of the humans. But after only a few steps forward, he was slammed into by the air wall formed by the aftershocks of the battle. With a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
“Master…” Xiao Shuai struggled to get up, but his whole body was in excruciating pain, and he could barely move a finger. He looked at the battlefield shrouded in golden and blue light, his eyes red with anxiety, but he was helpless—with his cultivation level, he couldn’t even get close. He could only obediently lie outside and wait, his heart in his throat.
At the center of the battlefield, Long Si had long since forgotten the threat posed by the human race. Long Tian and Long Jiao's combined attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, clearly aiming for a swift victory, which thoroughly enraged him. He let out a sudden dragon roar, the sound shaking the surrounding area. The illusory image of a blue dragon instantly solidified, its claws gripping Long Tian's wrist while its tail coiled around Long Jiao's waist, forcefully halting their offensive.
Long Si just wanted to make them realize their own strength, otherwise they would become a little ungrateful.
"You really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?" Long Si's voice was filled with icy killing intent. "The courage the Dragon Clan gave you, I will personally take back today!" The water vapor around him suddenly compressed, clearly indicating that he was about to use his trump card to completely deal with these two arrogant young dragons, so that the Dragon Clan would know that his Jiaolong clan was not a soft persimmon to be bullied!