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Chen Feng was not worried at all; instead, he wore an excited expression.
"Ancestor, I will definitely not let you down!"
Chen Moxuan nodded but did not say much more. Even though Chen Feng was his descendant, if he could not meet his expectations, then there was nothing to be done.
The following day, the Di Sha Zhan Bu began their return. This mission had successfully crushed the Tanlang Kingdom's army. If it weren't for their exhausting journey and consecutive battles, they might have even reached the capital of the Tanlang Kingdom.
The only thing that puzzled the soldiers was why they didn’t just rest there and directly take down the Greedy Nation; it would have been an unprecedented achievement! Unfortunately, they were low in rank and dared not voice their thoughts, so they could only obey Chen Feng's orders and return to An Lan.
At that moment, a sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out. Chen Moxuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar figure landing.
"Chen Xiaozi!" Before he could finish speaking, a massive red figure descended from the sky. It was none other than Tiger Brother.
Its enormous form was surrounded by a faint blood-colored mist, exuding an imposing presence.
"Goodness, it's getting wild again," Chen Moxuan remarked with a hint of sarcasm, then smiled and asked, "Tiger Brother, did you come back because you have news about the Holy Blood Armor?"
Tiger Brother nodded solemnly.
"The Holy Blood Armor has chosen its wielder: Su Mingyu. Moreover, Su Mingyu is currently gathering an army with the intention of attacking the Di Sha Zhan Bu, who betrayed the Da Ao Kingdom."
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Chen Moxuan did not show displeasure; instead, his eyes sparkled with even more excitement. It was a double blessing!
"I am looking to expand my influence; both the Tanlang Kingdom and Da Ao Kingdom are part of my plans. The Tanlang Kingdom is already like fish on a chopping board; if it weren't for my desire to be cautious, I would have already taken it down. As for the Da Ao Kingdom, there is still a Tian Gang Battle Division that I have yet to conquer."
While Tiger Brother watched Chen Moxuan reveling in excitement, it seemed to recall something amusing and said: "Su Mingyu not only intends to attack the Di Sha Zhan Bu but also harbors greater ambitions."
"What ambitions?" Chen Moxuan frowned slightly, his gaze sharp.
"He plans to draw upon the Dragon Vein to summon the Rakshasa King."
Chen Moxuan's eyes flashed with surprise at these words before a cold smile crept onto his lips.
"To draw upon the Dragon Vein and summon the Rakshasa King? This Su Mingyu is truly audacious."
"If this succeeds, it might pose a problem for you as well," Tiger Brother nodded gravely. "The strength of the Rakshasa King has never been in himself but in his army."
If the Rakshasa King had not suddenly disappeared back then, Han Yuan Wang would likely not have been his match.
Chen Moxuan fell silent for a moment, a glimmer of deep thought shining in his eyes.
I remember that the forging techniques of the Rakshasa Kingdom were quite unique; their cultivation methods, secret arts, and combat skills all relied on the Raksasa Armor to be executed.
Tiger Brother nodded, "However, in the end, it's still a side path that is difficult to elevate to the grand hall of elegance."
Chen Moxuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "What you call a side path is different for an army."
It seems we need to pay attention to the Dragon Vein. But how do they know where the Rakshasa Kingdom's traces are? This is something even I do not know.
Tiger Brother certainly had no idea either.
Chen Moxuan pondered for a moment. Both the Rakshasa King and Han Yuan Wang were remarkable figures in their own right. The Rakshasa King was once the supreme ruler of the Rakshasa Kingdom; his wisdom and strength made the kingdom prosperous and powerful. At that time, war broke out between the Rakshasa Kingdom and the country where Han Yuan Wang resided, just as they were about to complete their Conquest. Unfortunately, he fell ill and then suddenly disappeared along with the Imperial Guard.
The Tian Shu Lu records that the Rakshasa King fell ill and died in an unnamed countryside. This was not a significant matter for Chen Moxuan, so he did not pay much attention to it. But now it seems there is more to it than meets the eye.
"Tiger Brother, do you know where Su Mingyu is now?" Chen Moxuan asked in a low voice.
"He is currently leading the Army towards the location of the Dragon Vein. I rushed here specifically to inform you of this news," Tiger Brother replied.
"Good, then let us head there immediately; we cannot allow them to act against the Dragon Vein." As Chen Moxuan spoke, he swiftly leaped onto Tiger Brother's back.
Seeing this, Tiger Brother immediately took off into the air with him.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of Di Sha Zhan Bu were preparing to return to An Lan, getting ready for departure. Though they were exhausted, their hearts were filled with excitement and anticipation because they knew that an immortal was preparing to provide them with abundant resources to make them even stronger.
Su Mingyu donned the Holy Blood Armor, standing at the forefront of his Army, his gaze piercing as it fixed upon the towering Linglong Mountain ahead.
Linglong Mountain rose steeply, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, as if concealing endless secrets and power. The army surrounded the mountain range, while Su Mingyu ventured alone into its depths. The Holy Blood Armor shimmered with an eerie glow on him, seemingly alive, guiding his steps forward.
"There!" Su Mingyu exclaimed.
"Yes, holy!" he echoed in another voice.
Following the guidance of the Holy Blood Armor, he traversed the rugged terrain until he arrived at a hidden cave. Just then, a deep roar echoed from within the cave, as if an ancient presence had been awakened.
Immediately, a group of black-robed guardians surged out of the cave, wielding long swords with cold, piercing gazes, resembling grim reapers emerging from hell.
"Who dares disturb the peace of the Dragon Vein?" the leader of the Black Robed Guardians rasped, his voice laced with undeniable authority.
Su Mingyu let out a cold laugh; he was intoxicated by the power of the Holy Blood Armor. He felt nothing but impatience and anger at the appearance of these guardians.
"Hmph! A mere bunch of guardians dares to block my path? Get out of my way!"
Before his words faded, Su Mingyu flashed forward like a ghost, lunging at the guardians. His hands transformed into blood-red blades, each swing accompanied by a chilling scream.
Though the guardians fought valiantly, they fell one after another under Su Mingyu's overwhelming strength, blood staining the ground crimson.
When the battle concluded, Su Mingyu stood among a pile of corpses, his eyes devoid of mercy or regret—only an insatiable thirst for power remained.
Pressing onward, deep within that cave lay the Dragon Vein!
Obeying the Command, Su Mingyu arrived at the sealing place of the Dragon Vein. It was a vast cavern where an ancient stone tablet stood in the center. The tablet was inscribed with intricate spells that seemed to contain the most mysterious powers of heaven and earth.
Beneath the stone tablet lay a massive Dragon Head Statue sealed within; its eyes were tightly shut as if it had slumbered for a millennium. The cave glimmered with light and swirled with dragon energy, imparting a solemn and mysterious aura.
Su Mingyu approached the dragon head and reached out to touch the cold stone tablet, an indescribable excitement surging within him.
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