Wet viviparity

Chapter 954 Mosquitoes and Gnatants, Dragon Elephant Skill
Deep in the East China Sea, even the crystal palaces here can feel the earth-shaking waves that rise from the sea and sky.

"Who dares to engage in such a presumptuous battle in my Eastern Sea territory, treating my Dragon Palace as nothing?!"

Dressed in a brocade battle robe, with small jade-colored dragon horns on his head and a sharp look between his brows, the dragon prince slammed his hand on the table and stood up. This was none other than the youngest son of the Dragon King—Xiao Chenlong.

The gourd-shaped Taoist magic fan, the Water and Fire Divine Treasure Fan, tucked behind his waist, hummed slightly with his movements, as if it had sensed its master's anger.

"Sign up your troops!
"Come with me to investigate."

Xiao Chenlong glared angrily, his blood boiling at the thought of displaying the majesty of the Dragon Palace and suppressing that unknown madman.

He paid no attention to the commotion outside the palace, assuming it was just ordinary cultivators at the fourth or fifth level fighting. He was confident that with his status as the Dragon Prince of the Dragon Palace and his elite troops, he could easily intimidate and capture them.

A moment later, Xiao Chenlong led a battalion of Flying Flag Battalion Yan Bai elite soldiers out of the Dragon Palace like an arrow released from a bow, breaking through layers of water curtains and shooting straight at the sea surface.

These soldiers of the Flying Flag Battalion were all transformed from Wenyao fish, possessing two pairs of thin, shimmering fins. At this moment, they were fully activated, moving like lightning underwater and skimming the sky like silver swallows when they emerged from the water. Their formation was rigorous, their armor was gleaming, and they exuded a sharp and vigorous aura.

Looking at the Flying Flag Battalion he had personally trained, he felt a sense of satisfaction, but couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

While cultivators in the world may outwardly still respect the Dragon Palace, they probably secretly feel that the Dragon Palace has become an object of negotiation, or even an opportunity to take advantage of.

Especially at this critical moment, he was determined to use swift and decisive measures, even knowing that it wouldn't salvage much of the Dragon Palace's reputation, but he still had to do it.

However, as they sailed out to sea and drew ever closer to the territorial waters where the conflict was raging, Xiao Chenlong's anger and confidence gradually froze, turning into bewilderment and terror.

What kind of scene is this?
The sky was dyed crimson, and burning boulders fell like rain, smashing countless craters into the sea and creating a rolling storm of water vapor that connected heaven and earth.

In the distance, two ferocious golden-red fire serpents coiled around a massive black tiger demon immortal, as large as a hill, suppressing it firmly in the boiling seawater. Their figures continued to grow taller and larger during the battle, and the impact of each struggle was like a tangible mountain sweeping across the land.

He and his once-proud Flying Flag Battalion were as insignificant as mosquitoes in a storm before such immense power.

"Hold the formation! Lift up!"

Before Xiao Chenlong could finish uttering his command, an invisible shockwave crashed down upon them.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had struck down, and the entire Flying Flag Camp's formation was instantly shattered.

The elite Wenyao fish soldiers' armor emitted a piercing squeaking sound the moment it came into contact with the shockwave, and their thin, cicada-wing-like fins were torn apart inch by inch.

Countless soldiers in the camp were knocked unconscious by the shock before they could even utter a scream. They fell heavily from the sky like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, crashing into the surging waves, their fate unknown.

Xiao Chenlong himself was also thrown into the air and rolled dozens of times by this tremendous force. The Water and Fire Divine Fan spontaneously protected its master, blooming a red and blue light shield.

He barely managed to steady himself when another shockwave struck, making him feel like a fish or turtle in a turbulent wave, being pushed and slapped around haphazardly. His blood and qi surged, and his internal organs seemed to shift. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry and shaky.

It revealed its dragon form and struggled to climb upwards with its four claws.

Gentle breezes and fine rain formed beneath his claws, like tangible steps to stabilize his body.

Finally, he moved away from the heart of the storm, but at that moment he couldn't help but shudder.

Not far above, in the vast expanse of sea and sky, stood a red-robed Taoist priest on a lotus platform, his expression as indifferent as a god. The familiar face of the Taoist priest was reflected in the dragon's eyes.

"Come on."

Xiao Chenlong, as if possessed, spoke up to remind him.

He naturally assumed that this Taoist priest, with whom he had previously clashed and even attempted assassination, had been drawn here by the commotion, just like himself. Strange trembling sounds began to emanate from the air. Xiao Chenlong ignored the Taoist priest who refused to listen to advice and turned his gaze to the Xuanhu, which charged at lightning speed but then slowed down to a light and graceful pace like drifting flowers and willow branches as it approached. Behind the Xuanhu, in the rain curtain, there was a long trail of water vapor that had been blasted away.

Just from the way the ferocious tiger charged forward, and the exquisite and subtle control of its power—a power that was both strong and gentle—Xiao Chenlong felt as if he had seen a towering mountain in the realm of physical cultivation.

He raised one of his hairy arms, holding a pair of golden cymbals in his palm.

The two golden cymbals were pressed tightly together, making a banging sound like a boiling pot, causing them to tilt from side to side on the tiger's paw, as if they might tip over at any moment.

“Not bad, very good. You are one of the few who can make me use this pair of ‘Vajra Peak Resounding Bells’.”

On the upright tiger's body, the large ripped flesh, the sunken sternum, and the burns were all visibly healing, and the glossy tiger fur was once again ruffled by the salty sea breeze.

Below Caihu and Jiming, Xiao Chenlong had quietly descended from the sky, his expression blank. He felt no relief at surviving such a calamity, knowing that neither of the two combatants would pay attention to him, this insignificant little dragon.

"The majesty of the Dragon Palace?"
How ridiculous!

This was Xiao Chenlong's only thought at that moment.

"Oh, my calamity! Oh, my calamity!"

As Zen Master Caihu spoke, his gaze lingered on the snake ring under Lingxuzi's ear.

"You were able to encompass this tribulation thought within the Xuanming Star General, who was cultivated using the true methods of the Taiyi Jia Division, and successfully used the true methods to open the immense divine law within the tribulation thought. Such courage and talent make the term 'a prodigy' seem tailor-made for you."

Zen Master Caihu knew about a kind of divine form that was prevalent in ancient times. One of its characteristics was that it wore two snakes as earrings, that is, two snakes pierced through both ears. This characteristic indicated that the divine method they practiced was the Great Forbidden Form of the Ancestor created by Huang Tian.

Although Lingxuzi did not practice this divine technique, he refined the Xuanming Star General to a high level, enabling the true meaning of the Xuanming Star General to transform into two snakes. He naturally and freely used the "Earing Two Snakes" method, which was truly a gift.

He was able to see through Lingxuzi's use of the true method to transform the thoughts of calamity into his own, which was also seen from the changes on the two snakes.

The muscles on Zen Master Caihu's arms were completely taut.

Beneath the fur of each of the two arms, one on the left and one on the right, something strange was moving about. It was the protruding shape of a dragon's claw and an elephant's trunk. This was not a strange object, but some kind of secret technique being performed.

The roar of the dragon and the cry of the elephant rang out simultaneously from Caihu's arms. Amidst the two booming roars, the voice of Zen Master Caihu came out: "If you were an ordinary Yang Shen wandering immortal, you would have inevitably capsized in the ditch today. It's a pity that you have encountered me, a master who is famous for his physical body."

"The Heavenly Dragon chants, and the Elephant King sings."

Ji Ming's expression darkened, and he spoke slowly.

Both of these Buddhist teachings were created by Zen Master Dorje of Wuxiangbao Temple. In the esoteric stage, the former is called "Little Heavenly Dragon Chanting" and the latter is called "Elephant Throwing Technique".

"Come!" As soon as Ji Ming finished speaking, the golden gong held in Cai Hu's hand was opened. Cai Hu looked astonished. The golden gong that was opened first emitted a hazy gray light, and then two fire snakes shot back into Ji Ming's eyes like lightning.

"As expected, the 'Unfinished Ruyi Spiritual Light' of my Ruyi Spiritual Treasure can firmly restrain his Golden Bell Spiritual Treasure," Ji Ming thought to himself.

Having weighed his purpose, he has now achieved his goal.

However, since Zen Master Caihu still had some hidden skills, he naturally wanted to see them. But based on his understanding of Buddhism, Zen Master Caihu only meditated without truly understanding, and had not even attained the first stage of enlightenment. How could he possibly master these two Buddhist arts at the same time?

Without the support of Arhatship, isn't Caihu afraid of backfiring on himself by forcefully applying two great Buddhist techniques?

(End of this chapter)