Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2329: Dragon's Wrath (6)



"Impossible!" Long Aotian subconsciously denied it out loud. However, his heart had already believed it. Otherwise, how could Yun Lintian become so powerful?

"I've always had this feeling," Long Fan expressed his doubt. "The Old Master's death was too suspicious. Perhaps he didn't truly pass away back then but went somewhere else."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, his words were completely ignored by Long Aotian. At this moment, Long Aotian's mind was in a mess, and he began to panic. As a Dragon God himself, he was fully aware of the implications. Yun Lintian's physique being superior to anyone else here meant that his bloodline was exceptionally pure-much purer than anyone else's.

Long Aotian didn't want to believe it. Once it was confirmed, his status as the Dragon Emperor would be affected. In the worst-case scenario, he would be removed from his position and eventually become a prisoner. He couldn't allow that!

His eyes turned red as he stared at Yun Lintian. "Kill him! Kill him at all costs!" he roared furiously.

Long Aotian turned to Long Fan and shouted, "You go as well. Kill him! Kill him now!"

Long Fan frowned deeply upon hearing this. Unfortunately, the order of the Dragon Emperor could not be violated. This was the iron rule in the Dragon God Clan.

He sighed and stepped forward, preparing to subdue Yun Lintian.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Shou furrowed his brow. Long Fan was a genuine True God. Once he intervened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xiao Shou hesitated briefly and remained standing still.

Dongfang Hao's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene. He was puzzled by Xiao Shou's inaction. Why wouldn't he stop Long Fan?

"Father," Dongfang Xue spoke nervously.

Dongfang Hao looked at Yun Lintian with a frown and hesitated whether he should intervene.

Bang!

Yun Lintian made a powerful kick, sending all the nearby Dragon Clan Elders flying.

He glanced at Long Fan and asked indifferently, "Are you sure?"

Long Fan cupped his fists and said calmly, "Please forgive me. The Dragon Emperor's order cannot be violated."

His politeness startled everyone at the scene.

Yun Lintian nodded slightly and said, "Then come."

Long Fan didn't say anything further and calmly struck his fist out.

Roar-

A deafening dragon's cry immediately echoed throughout the entire space as a water dragon emerged from Long Fan's fist, rushing towards Yun Lintian with its mouth wide open.

It was obviously the Dragon Fist Technique.

Yun Lintian remained unfazed. He simply waved his hand, conjuring a water dragon and sending it toward the oncoming water dragon.

The two water dragons, shimmering with draconic power and imbued with the Law of Water, clashed in a spectacular display of elemental might. Their forms, sculpted from the very essence of water, rippled and flowed with an ethereal grace, their roars echoing through the grand hall like thunderclaps.

Long Fan's water dragon, a behemoth of swirling currents and crashing waves, lunged forward with ferocious intent. Its jaws, lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth, snapped shut, aiming to devour Yun Lintian's dragon whole.

But Yun Lintian's water dragon, though smaller in size, moved with an agility and precision that belied its ethereal form. It twisted and turned, its movements a mesmerizing dance of fluidity and power. With a flick of its tail, it evaded Long Fan's attack, its shimmering scales deflecting the onslaught of water with ease.

The two dragons circled each other, their forms a blur of motion. They exchanged blows, their claws and teeth clashing in a flurry of water and light. The air hummed with the power of their struggle, the very fabric of reality warping under the strain.

Long Fan, his expression calm and focused, channeled his draconic energy into his water dragon, fueling its attacks with even greater intensity. The dragon roared, its voice a symphony of crashing waves and howling winds. It unleashed a torrent of water, a deluge that threatened to drown everything in its path.

But Yun Lintian remained unfazed. He stood at the heart of the storm, his figure a beacon of serenity amidst the chaos. He raised his hand, his palm glowing with a celestial light. The water around him responded to his command, forming a swirling vortex that absorbed Long Fan's attack with ease.

The vortex grew in size, its power expanding exponentially. It spun faster and faster, drawing in the surrounding air and creating a maelstrom of elemental energy.

Long Fan narrowed his eyes. He could sense the immense power building within the vortex, a power that threatened to overwhelm his own dragon.

He channeled even more of his draconic energy into his creation, urging it to break free from the vortex's grasp. But it was futile. The vortex held firm, its pull relentless, its power

absolute.

ROARRRR!

With a final, desperate roar, Long Fan's water dragon shattered, its form dissolving into countless droplets that scattered across the hall. The vortex subsided, leaving behind a scene of utter stillness.

Long Fan stood his ground, his expression unchanged despite the loss of his dragon. He had witnessed Yun Lintian's mastery over the Law of Water, his ability to manipulate the very essence of the element with effortless grace.

He knew then that he had met his match.

Yun Lintian's water dragon, still shimmering with power, hovered before him, its eyes fixed on Long Fan. It was a testament to his superior control over the Law of Water, a symbol of his undeniable strength.

The crowd watched in awe, their hearts filled with a mixture of fear and admiration. They had witnessed a battle between two masters of the Law of Water, a clash of wills that had pushed the boundaries of their understanding.

And Yun Lintian, the human cultivator, had emerged victorious.

"He..." Dongfang Xue was shocked to the core. She could see that Yun Lintian's mastery over the Law of Water was far superior to Long Fan's. It was unbelievable.

Dongfang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He finally understood why Yun Lintian dared to act recklessly here. In short, no one here could be his opponent.

Long Fan, his face a mask of stoic determination, took a deep breath. The surprise in his eyes faded, replaced by a glint of fierce resolve. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With a surge of draconic energy, his human form shimmered and transformed. Scales, emerald green and shimmering like polished jade, erupted from his skin, covering his arms and legs. A pair of majestic horns, spiraling upwards like ancient ivory, sprouted from his

forehead.

His power, once restrained, now surged forth, overwhelming the entire space. The grand hall trembled, its foundations groaning under the pressure of his True God's might...