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What was expected to be a tumultuous affair ended up concluding rather abruptly. Yun Zhi Yue felt a bit surprised, sensing that Li Shang was struggling to contain himself, yet he showed no inclination to engage her, leaving her puzzled.
Instead, she found herself in a state of agitation, her thoughts lingering on the events of the previous night in the Ice Spirit Spring. What kind of man was Li Shang Di Jun? He was becoming increasingly elusive to her.
Never mind that; her priority was to find her brother. According to Elder Nian You, Han Xi seemed to be in trouble with the Dragon Clan.
In the Wujie Chaos Cave, Han Xi sat with his light blue robe stained with blood, performing hand seals as spiritual energy circulated around him. Unfortunately, he was gravely injured, and his efforts were faltering; midway through his practice, he coughed up a mouthful of blood tinged with flames.
Beside him, a beautiful woman dressed in the attire of the Han She Clan gasped, "Shaozongzhang!"
Han Xi opened his eyes, revealing blue vertical pupils that quickly returned to normal. His face was pale as he hissed, "Lower your voice! If we're discovered, neither of us will survive."
Qiu Yu lowered her head and said, "Shaozongzhang, why go through this? That Yun Shijiu is notorious; even the clan leader has said he is not a good match. Why risk everything for someone whose future seems bleak?"
Yun Shijiu had been severely injured after devouring a dragon and facing backlash; the Dragon Clan had already begun to suspect his identity. If this continued, the Han She Clan would be in jeopardy.
Unmoved, Han Xi replied, "Even if we don't get involved with him, our Han She Clan has no future. The Dragon Clan fears the Ancestral Soul Proverb and seeks to eradicate all dragon-like beings while heavily suppressing the Serpent Clan. If I don't place my hopes on Yun Shijiu, how long can the Han Clan endure? Don’t forget that our Han She Clan was once one of the Sixteen Great Clans; who remembers the glory of Han She now?"
Qiu Yu bowed her head in acknowledgment. Indeed, while Han She had once produced figures of the Imperial Realm, within their clan now there was only one Zun Jing to support them. At this rate, extinction was imminent.
Suddenly, the natural formation of the spirit cave shattered violently, revealing the two women’s figures. Outside were not only members of the Dragon Clan but also many from allied tribes who mocked the two women.
Leading them was Long Kuang, who had been defeated by Yun Zhi Yue a century ago, accompanied by an even stronger Dragon Clan prodigy clad in golden armor.
Seeing that his brother had no intention of speaking up, Long Kuang stepped forward and said bluntly, "Han Xi, be sensible and hand over the Chaos Pearl. I’ll spare your life if you relinquish your cultivation."
Han Xi held his ice sword and sneered, "It’s better to kill me than to strip me of my powers. I came to Wujie for Chaos Power; I’ve considered dying here. At least before I go, I can take some of you down with me."
The crowd's expressions shifted slightly as they reined in their previously mocking demeanor. Han Xi was the Shaozongzhang of the Han She Clan and possessed unparalleled talent within his family; despite being just over a thousand years old, he had already entered the Heavenly Realm.
If he truly disregarded everything and chose death, they might indeed find themselves facing misfortune.
Long Kuang fell silent as well; a century ago he and Feng Nie had joined forces only to be utterly defeated by Yun Zhi Yue—an experience that left him feeling humiliated.
In the Hui Ethnic Group, there was no shortage of Yao Lian, and with top-tier resources supporting them, both Feng Nie and others had successively broken into the Heavenly Realm. However, it was still not enough to compare with the formidable Han Xi.
But it didn't matter; this time, the leader of the dragon clan was not him but his cousin Long Xin, who had already reached the Celestial Realm Pinnacle.
Long Xin, clad in golden armor and towering over Long Kuang by half a head, shook his head at Han Xi.
What a pity! Born into the Han She Clan, your fate is sealed. No matter how great your talent is, it will be of no use. You have absorbed Chaos Power, hoping to save that barely surviving Yun Shijiu, but if you dare to kill my dragon clan, you will surely die. I will take your life.
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