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Upon hearing this, Mang Tianchi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he quickly regained his composure, a look of understanding on his face.

Although a hint of doubt inevitably crossed his mind, he instantly realized that this matter must involve the core secrets that Gulong Island did not want to reveal.

After all, he was an outsider. No matter how good relations he had with Gulong Island, the invisible boundary of their positions always existed. There were some things that people who were not from his own race could not know in detail, and there was no need for them to overstep their bounds.

Thinking of this, Mang Tianchi simply nodded calmly, no longer asking questions, and turned his gaze back to the vast void where the fierce battle had taken place.

Under the fierce shouts of Man Yan, the Mishima Dragon Armor Army barely managed to maintain their footing and poured into the ever-expanding void rift in a disheveled manner, like a receding tide.

Their defeated and disorganized state only fueled the fighting spirit of the Donglong Island members, who all pursued them relentlessly.

Unable to contain himself, Hei Qing took the lead, his sharp claws tearing through the chaos as he chased after the enemy like a purple lightning bolt.

Each roar he let out was accompanied by a piercing dragon's cry, and his curses were like thunderclaps, exploding in the void: "You scum, don't even think about running away! Do you dare to fight Grandpa Black for another three hundred rounds!"

His dragon scales emitted a dazzling purple light, and the anger that had been suppressed by the combined attack of the allied forces was now transformed into this uncontrollable ferocity.

The remaining guards followed closely like arrows, their black armor drawing sharp streaks of light in the void, and the energy storm stirred up by their spears and claws almost completely shredded the fleeing enemy formation.

However, just as the battle was about to break out again, a deep, resonant voice, like that of a great bell, suddenly pierced through the continuous explosions and roars, echoing across the battlefield.

Zhu Li stood at the edge of the Ancient Dragon Island barrier, his dragon eyes swirling with an indescribable, complex light. With a wave of his hand, a purple beam shot into the sky, quickly transforming into a massive halo that covered the entire battlefield: "Hold on, everyone! Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"

With the support of Zhu Li's powerful battle qi, the sound spread rapidly through the void, clearly reaching the ears of every member of Donglong Island.

Even though Hei Qing and the others were still burning with anger and filled with resentment, they ultimately stopped in their tracks in the face of Zhu Li's unquestionable authority and status as an elder.

Looking back at Elder Zhuli's unfathomable gaze, they understood that there must be a deeper meaning and consideration behind it.

Therefore, he had no choice but to forcibly suppress the surge of fighting spirit he had just generated, and watch helplessly as the remnants of the Mishima Allied Forces completely disappeared at the end of that chaotic spatial turbulence.

The thick stench of blood in the air, and the shattered scales scattered on the ground, seemed to still tell the story of the extremely fierce battle that had just taken place.

……

"These despicable bastards, they come and go as they please? Do they really think Donglong Island is a pushover that can be easily manipulated!"

Watching the departing figures of the Mishima Allied Forces, Hei Qing roared and slammed his fist hard into the void rift beside him, which was not yet fully closed.

The shockwave caused violent ripples in the surrounding chaotic space, and the fury in his dragon eyes almost solidified, ready to burst forth.

"If it weren't for Elder Zhuli's orders, I would have crushed these scumbags one by one and shown them that Donglong Island is not to be trifled with!"

The void around him trembled violently with his raging fury. The humiliation and frustration he felt when he was suppressed by the allied forces were still churning inside him.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling, standing beside Hei Qing, merely tapped the cold shaft of the Fallen God Weapon with his fingertips, producing a steady, soft sound. The hem of his dark robe was slightly lifted by the residual energy turbulence, making him appear even more indifferent.

He glanced indifferently at Hei Qing, his tone calm yet carrying a knowing, all-knowing composure:

"Elder Zhuli's arrangement naturally has its profound meaning. This is undoubtedly the best choice at present. If we were to completely wipe out this vanguard, it would inevitably enrage the three islands and provoke a full-scale counterattack from their main force. With the current strength of our Donglong Island, why should we seek temporary relief and invite more unnecessary trouble?"

Xiao Ling had already guessed Zhu Li's intentions pretty accurately. What Donglong Island needed most right now was time, waiting for Zi Yan to finish her cultivation and reach her peak power. Only then would Donglong Island have the confidence to contend with, or even fight, the three major dragon islands.

If they were to lose sight of the bigger picture now and completely squander this precious opportunity, that would truly be playing with fire, escalating the conflict to an uncontrollable level—a situation they clearly do not want to see.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling patted Hei Qing's broad shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance: "Bear with this for now. When the time is right, we'll have plenty of opportunities to settle scores with them. When that time comes, I'll be the first to help you vent your anger."

As Hei Qing listened to Xiao Ling's well-organized analysis, the anger that was about to overturn the world in his chest felt as if a bucket of icy ice had been poured over his head.

Although the lingering anger still burned within him, leaving scalding embers, he had to forcefully suppress this violent surge of energy back into his heart.

He took a heavy breath, his hands clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white from the force. Finally, he nodded hard, letting out a low groan.

This usually hot-tempered, thunderous man showed a rare clarity and awareness of what was important.

Elder Zhuli's profound concerns and the clear interests revealed in Xiao Ling's words—he might be too lazy to scrutinize every detail, but he deeply understood that Donglong Island absolutely could not, and should not, completely break ties with the three major dragon islands at this moment, lest it bring trouble upon itself.

The initial surge of anger eventually subsided like the receding tide in the face of cold reality, leaving only a lingering sense of resentment.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Li's deep dragon eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately shouted, "Gentlemen, this battle is temporarily suspended! Retreat to the island! Immediately take stock of the casualties and reinforce the barrier. Do not slacken your efforts!"

His voice carried an undeniable authority, echoing across the chaotic battlefield.

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Li's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

On the battlefield, upon receiving the order, Hei Qing raised his arm and shouted, "Obey the elder's command, form ranks and return to the island!"

Upon hearing this, the guards responded in unison, suppressing their outward aura and killing intent. They gradually sheathed their weapons and, following the established formation, retreated in an orderly manner towards Donglong Island.

Just then, a violent burst of lightning suddenly flashed in the void beside Xiao Ling, like lightning tearing the sky apart. Immediately afterwards, Mang Tianchi’s figure appeared steadily, with faint electric light still lingering around him.

Almost simultaneously, a slightly hoarse yet deeply moving voice, as if by telepathy, entered Xiao Ling's ears directly:

"Haha, this time I am truly at ease. The experts of the Ancient Dragon Clan of the Void are indeed worthy of their reputation! In particular, Elder Zhuli's mastery of spatial power is unfathomable, and I am ashamed to admit that I am no match for him. Meeting him today has truly made this trip worthwhile!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. He turned his head and said calmly:
"The fact that you were able to temporarily suppress that Barbarian Rock Commander is enough to show that the Dean's strength is not to be underestimated. Even at the Half-Saint level, it would be difficult for anyone to match you."

"You little rascal, teasing me again!" Mang Tianchi stroked a few strands of his silver beard, shook his head and chuckled. Lightning flashed and then quickly disappeared from his sleeve.
"Putting everything else aside, the mental power you used to control those thousands of spear shadows just now—if I were in your shoes, I would probably be completely flustered. If I were to take it head-on, I might end up with several holes in my body!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling's smile deepened. With a flick of his wrist, the Meteorite Weapon pointed diagonally into the void, drawing a semi-circular arc of light, its cold gleam flashing. "In that case, Dean, would you be willing to teach me a few moves? As the saying goes, you can only know if you're a mule or a horse by taking it out for a spin."

"Enough, enough!" Upon hearing this, Mang Tianchi hurriedly waved his hand, and the lightning around his body suddenly surged, transforming him into a giant purplish-blue electric python. With a hiss, he retreated rapidly. "These old bones of mine can't withstand the torment of a little madman like you!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body shattered into countless electric particles in the lightning, instantly dissipating into the void rifts.

Xiao Ling gazed in the direction he had disappeared, a slight sneer curving her lips. Her dark robes fluttered without wind, and the ripples in the space stirred by her fingertips spread silently like a spider web.

The next moment, fine black light flakes rose around him, and he seemed to blend into a traditional Chinese ink painting. His figure gradually faded away, leaving only a lingering cold glint at the tip of his spear, which flashed in the silent void before disappearing completely.

……

After returning to Donglong Island, Xiao Ling was invited by Elder Zhuli.

In a quiet council hall, he discussed with the elders of the island how to deal with the upcoming convergence of the four dragon islands.

Elder Zhuli's gaze was profound as he slowly spoke:
"Although the previous battle was not a formal confrontation, it gave us a clearer picture of the situation. Now, the real meeting on Dragon Island is just around the corner."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming serious:
"If the three Dragon Kings were to personally lead their armies at that time, given the current situation of East Dragon Island, it would be difficult to withstand them. Moreover..."

Zhu Li looked at everyone in the hall, especially Xiao Ling, his eyes revealing deep worry.
"Princess Ziyan is currently in seclusion. She is the hope for the future of Gulong Island, and no disturbance is allowed at this time."

Elder Zhuli's worries are a heavy burden on the hearts of everyone on Donglong Island at this moment.

They knew very well that the three dragon kings had a very clear purpose for this trip: their target was Zi Yan!

This descendant, who possesses the legitimate bloodline of the Dragon Emperor, is someone they have long coveted.

They might use the guise of an "invitation" to actually control Zi Yan, or even kill her outright, in order to completely eliminate this potential threat that could overthrow their rule in the future.

A heavy silence fell over the hall.

The elders discussed the matter in hushed tones, their brows furrowed, but ultimately failed to come up with a perfect solution.

Seeing this, Elder Zhuli sighed softly and said in a deep voice:
"Since there is no other way at the moment, we can only do the most basic defense. In the days to come, we must strengthen patrols throughout the island, increase manpower at each fortress and outpost, and guard it strictly. We must not allow anyone to approach Donglong Island silently."

These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more solemn, yet also revealed a hint of helpless resolve.

Parliament's resolution is ultimately just a drop in the ocean and cannot address the most direct threats.

With the agreement reached, the meeting concerning the fate of Tung Lung Island came to an end.

The elders rose one by one, each carrying their own thoughts, and left the council hall with steps that were either heavy or hurried.

Soon, only Elder Zhuli and Xiao Ling remained in the hall.

After discussing the island's defenses, the two naturally turned to the wounds left by the fierce battle they had just fought.

Elder Zhuli's brow furrowed with worry as he mentioned the situation of the wounded on the island.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling did not say anything more, but simply took out a warm jade bottle from his bosom and handed it to Elder Zhu Li.

The bottle contained healing pills that he had made in his spare time while practicing his alchemy skills.

Pills of various colors are faintly visible in the bottle, most of them already at the seventh grade level, with a few rare ones of the eighth grade interspersed among them, shimmering with a warm luster and exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

These pills can be of great help to the injured members of Donglong Island.

Elder Zhuli took the jade bottle, his fingertips brushing against its surface, feeling the immense medicinal power contained within, and a complex, indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Elder Zhuli slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Xiao Ling in front of him.

The vague thought that had been in my mind before has now become incredibly clear, and even stronger. This Xiao Ling is indeed the lucky star destined for Donglong Island!
He couldn't help but imagine again what Donglong Island would be like now if Xiao Ling hadn't intervened.

It is likely that their princess will continue to wander alone on that remote northwestern continent, with no hope of ever returning. Donglong Island will also lose any chance of revival and returning to the orthodox lineage of the ancient dragon race, and will eventually be completely annihilated in the long river of history.

The thought of this heart-stopping ending stirred a surge of emotion within Elder Zhuli, deepening his reliance on and gratitude towards Xiao Ling.

After another in-depth conversation with Elder Zhuli, Xiao Ling rose to take his leave and walked steadily out of the council hall. His mood was somewhat heavy at this moment, as the current situation was indeed far from optimistic.

Judging from all indications, another tough battle is likely to follow. If the three Dragon Kings do indeed personally intervene, the situation will be even more perilous.

Xiao Ling thought to himself that even though his cultivation was lacking, he was not entirely without the power to fight with his current mental strength.

However, regardless of the final outcome of the battle, he had only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he had to ensure Zi Yan's safety! He was willing to pay any price.

Xiao Ling was walking slowly towards his residence, his mood somewhat heavy due to worries about the future.

Just then, a clear and melodious sound, like jade striking each other, entered the depths of his mind without warning.

Xiao Ling recognized the voice immediately; it was Zi Yan's!
"Xiao Ling, come here quickly, I need your help."

The voice carried a hint of urgency, yet remained sweet and captivating.

Xiao Ling's steps suddenly stopped, and the gloom caused by worry in his heart was instantly dispelled, replaced by an indescribable concern and urgency.

He immediately discerned the direction, and in a flash, he sped off towards the direction from which the sound came.

(End of this chapter)