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Chapter 812 - 617: Dragon Clan Descends (Summoning Monthly Votes)_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 617: Dragon Clan Descends (Summoning Monthly Votes)_2

As they hurried along, the arguing voices ahead grew louder and louder, confirming Su Yu and Qin Jiagui’s suspicion that those who had come had nothing to do with the man in the sun hat, especially after they heard a sentence forced out by the Yellow-robed Elder, barely suppressing his anger.

"What, exactly, do you from the Dragon Clan intend to do by coming here?"

It turned out that the ones who had caused such a commotion were from the Dragon Clan, which had been at odds with the Phoenix clan since over ten thousand years ago, a feud passed down to the present day.

Ten thousand years before, both the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan were powerful, ancient bloodlines within this world, and both carried astonishingly influential histories. But after millennia of slaughter, their elites had died in countless numbers, and many rare bloodlines and inheritances vanished from the world, leading both clans gradually into decline. Then, a century ago, the Dragon Clan suddenly gained some form of assistance, robust enough to obliterate the Phoenix Clan completely. However, there existed another powerful entity that could not bear to see the millennia-old Phoenix Clan vanish from this world, especially due to past favors from the Phoenix ancestors. With this good karma, this powerful entity stepped forward, and the Dragon Clan, overpowered by its might, had to show some consideration, hence setting the terms of the hundred-year agreement.

A century later, the agreement expired, and the powerful entity could no longer intercede. It had hoped that within this century, the Phoenix Clan would rise again, but contrary to its wishes, over the course of that century, the Dragon Clan became stronger, and the Phoenix Clan grew weaker. As the deadline drew near, the Dragon Clan’s incursions on Phoenix territory became more frequent, seemingly to remind the Phoenix Clan that the century-long term was ending and that their days in this world were numbered.

"Esteemed elders, I’ve come here only to remind you all that there are less than ten months left until the hundred-year term agreed upon by our two clans. Are you all prepared? Hehe, hehehe..." The clear laughter of a man rang out, and even Su Yu and the others shuddered upon hearing it, since the man’s laugh sounded rather effeminate, inducing a feeling of disgust and nausea.

When Su Yu, accompanied by Ada, Qin Jiagui, and Ma Ziye, reached the bamboo forest filled with sovereign sky bamboos, they saw thousands of Phoenixes spiraling above. The Phoenixes were roughly the same size as the Phoenix Dragon Beasts were before they received the six inheritances, and their strength was at the level of beast generals; they had no ability to transform into human forms yet.

Besides these Phoenixes, who were of little use in a real battle, Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder stood levitating, with Qing Huang standing steadily behind them on a bamboo branch. The branch, though tender and incapable of supporting the weight of a person, held steady beneath Qing Huang’s feet. However, her face, as beautiful as a celestial, showed a furious expression at this moment.

On the ground on the other side, two injured Purple Phoenixes lay, victims of the aggressors who had arrived before Su Yu and his companions. The invaders had a justification, claiming that these Purple Phoenixes had struck first, and they were merely defending themselves.

Facing Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder were a flying machine that was over thirty meters long and wide, shaped like a quadrangle, with a domed top reminiscent of a tent canopy. However, the dome was adorned with a silver dragon’s head, seemingly signifying the impressive origins of the flying machine.

Below the flying machine, six beams of energy jutted out, supporting the machine as it hovered stably in mid-air, confronting Wu Yu and the others.

The doors of the flying machine were wide open at the front, and inside was a sophisticated metallic long table, behind which stood a chair. At this moment, a young man, who appeared to be around Su Yu and Qin Jiagui’s age, sat in the chair.

This young man was dressed in green, sitting with his legs cockily propped on the table, his handsome face exhibiting an arrogant demeanor that seemed to proclaim him as the master of the world. Even from a distance, Su Yu frowned slightly upon seeing this.

Although he had seen many who were arrogantly proud of themselves, he had yet to encounter anyone as blatantly conceited as this. In the face of the strongest Phoenix warriors, Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder, the man’s casual leg propping struck them as particularly offensive, no wonder the faces of Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder were filled with displeasure.

The words spoken moments ago had come from this young man in green. Although he verbally referred to Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder as seniors and himself as a junior, his actual demeanor displayed nothing but contempt and an arrogance that was beyond description.

Flanking the metal table before him, two individuals stood erect on each side. All four men, aged between thirty and forty, either wore dragon-head belts, dragon-head shoulder armor, or carried dragon-head adorned swords. Some part of their attire always featured a dragon head, marking their origin and the pride they held as members of the Dragon Clan.

"Thank you for your concern. There are still ten months to go," the young man in green said with biting sarcasm. "Since the terms of the agreement haven’t yet expired, enjoy your prancing around a little longer. Otherwise, in ten months, you won’t have the chance." The Yellow-robed Elder replied with equal forcefulness, steadfast in the face of opposition. It’s said pride may falter, but never one’s front. Even though the Phoenix tribe’s strength pales in comparison to the Dragon Clan’s, being thus coaxed to their door, the Yellow-robed Elder was still unwilling to concede an inch.

With a snort, the young man retracted his crossed legs and glared from a distance at the Yellow-robed Elder and Wu Yu along with the others, then sneered, "A bunch of wastes, lived far too long—lived like dogs, all of you. Hey, you’re called Wu Yu, aren’t you? Seems like your wife went missing on your wedding night, only to bring back a Dragon’s offspring later, right?"

The words of the young man were like an arrow, piercing straight into Wu Yu’s heart. Wu Yu’s complexion drastically changed, his hands clenched into fists, his whole body trembling. He nearly desired to punch out fiercely and blow up the contemptible mouth of the young man who dared to look at him with such ugliness.

But Wu Yu, grinding his teeth, creating a creaking sound, forcefully restrained himself. With the balance of power not in his favor, he had no choice but to endure.

However, Qing Huang, who had been standing behind him all along, couldn’t suppress her rage upon hearing this taunt, her voice sharp as she suddenly charged forward.

"Qing Huang, don’t—," the Yellow-robed Elder cried out in alarm, while Wu Yu’s face also underwent a dramatic change.

When Qingluan went missing years ago, Wu Yu and the others were certain it was the work of the Dragon Clan. Wu Yu hurried to confront the Dragon Clan and ended up severely injured, subsequently imprisoned in the Sky Prison for a year. The centennial pact stipulated that neither side should resort to violence, yet defensive rights were granted if one was to strike first. Hence, despite the young man’s insults, Wu Yu was bound to tamp down his anger. Yet, if Wu Yu could hold back, how could Qing Huang stomach such an affront?

The slight wasn’t just an insult to Wu Yu; it was an insult to her mother and even herself.

Qing Huang suddenly surged forward. Over the past ten-odd days, Qing Huang’s strength had grown tremendously to surpass that of Beast Generals. As she made her sudden charge, she was like a bolt of lightning, instantly pouncing on the young man in green who was seated at the entrance of the aircraft.

The four men standing by the young man prepared to intervene, but as the young man, who had kept his gaze on Qing Huang hidden behind Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder, saw her attacking, his eyes flashed ominously and he promptly stood up. Brushing aside his own men with an outstretched arm, he signaled them not to interfere. Yet, he himself spread his arms wide, ready to catch the oncoming Qing Huang, his gaze flickering with a malicious gleam.

"Qing Huang—" Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder’s complexions shifted dramatically as they lunged forward together, already recognizing the terror of the young man, knowing full well that Qing Huang was no match for him. However, the four men who had accompanied the young man, upon understanding their master’s intent, also quickly moved to block Wu Yu and the Yellow-robed Elder.

In that dangerous moment, Su Yu, who was sitting quietly under the shadow of a huge bamboo, remained silent. He flipped his hand and drew out the Netherworld skull. An immense willpower descended, a slight hum sounded from within the Netherworld skull, and with no sound to betray him, Su Yu silently threw the skull out into the distance.

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