Chapter 117: Dragon Abyss Changes Hands

Yue Ma’s feigned sorrow froze stiffly on his face.
Did I mishear?
The sect leader said he couldn’t even provoke this pretty boy?
“Impossible… impossible… Sect Leader, are you punishing me for wandering around lately, trying to catch me? I, Yue Ma, will definitely change!”
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At that moment, the city lord seemed to notice as well, glancing over. He then nodded meaningfully and smiled at Chen Hao.
The crisis looming over Xiongba remained imminent. The Xuan Yue clan was worried, but they also cared deeply about the lives of the tens of thousands before them. They were all pitiful souls struggling to survive. Though the pitiable often bore flaws, that did not justify others arbitrarily taking their lives or treating them like playthings.
Instinctively, I looked up toward the Queen Mother, only to find her eyes fixed intently on me. Clearly, she had caught every subtle shift in my expression.
Wait—what was that dragon aura? Was he half-dragon? Could this be the so-called defiled dragon bloodline that madman over there mentioned?
Suddenly, a ripple emanated from inside the spaceship. In the area where the master cabin was located, a black vortex appeared, and the figures of Zhou Wushuang and Huang emerged within it.
“A Da Xia person?” Li Lu was stunned. If she understood correctly, this Da Xia individual was today’s guest of honor. When did Da Xia produce such a figure? Even the great masters from Europe had hurried over to see him. Could it be...?
“Calm now? After half a year, your heart has finally settled.” At Xuan Yue’s moment of tranquility, the long-lost, ancient and powerful voice of the Elder of Time resonated within her heart.
Cang Ci responded with firm conviction, a stark contrast to the arrogant demeanor he displayed upon his first appearance, making him seem somewhat comical.
Since no one else was qualified, it made no difference to whom it was given. Keen casually tossed the armband to Park Ji-sung without a second glance, treating him like air—no high-fives or embraces followed. No one awaited him near the sidelines; Ferguson wouldn’t, and no one else would either.
“Meizhao, I’m here! Look, I’m flying!” In the dream, Ding Yaozu soared lightly like a bird, freely gliding across the blue sky and white clouds, surveying the world below.
“What are you doing?” At the sound of scissors, an ominous feeling suddenly gripped Yuan Meizhao’s heart. Could it be that he intended to tear her clothes?
I didn’t let go. Five black blood beads wobbled precariously. Brother Lu Pan said that when it comes to life and death, whether human or ghost, the words spoken then are deeply moving—because only then do they truly fight for survival.
The green light in Tong’er’s eyes vanished, her complexion returning to pale whiteness. “Where am I?” Before she could finish speaking, she and Aunt Qingyu fell, and I hurriedly reached out to catch them—though I loathed the overwhelming stench of blood.
Leaving the Blood Sky Tower, Long Luo and the others drove straight to the Dragon Domain. Ever since Long Zhiru ascended to Supreme, the Dragon Domain’s stature in the cultivation world surged dramatically. Though once the weakest among the peak forces, the presence of a Supreme within instantly elevated its status.
Yet even so, the Xiao family possessed nearly half of all experts who had entered the Saint Realm throughout the Ancient Domain. This alone revealed the immense strength of the Xiao clan.
Xiao Ding harbored no intention to conceal anything. The identities and powers of Xiao Yunfei and Liu Yunqing would inevitably be exposed sooner or later. There was no point in hiding now; it was better to be upfront.
Zhao Pokong spoke to Yang Yunhan: “Fourth Brother, your martial arts are exceptional. Why not seize a seat for yourself? If you were to compete in the Hengshan Sword Contest, you might even contend for the top spot.”