Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 95 The Second Heir, Dream Paradise Begins!
That day, Huang Shaotian walked briskly with Ling Xiao to find Feng Yao, his face beaming with undisguised joy: "Feng Yao, kid, I have good news! Zhennanguan is going to reward you for your contributions."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao immediately called out to his companions.

In a short while, Long Haochen, Sheng Cai'er, Wang Yuanyuan and the other six stood still along with Feng Yao.

They stood in neat rows in front of Ling Xiao and Huang Shaotian, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Ling Xiao cleared his throat, his expression growing solemn, and slowly said, "As decided by the high-level meeting of Zhennanguan, we hereby announce the commendation for the No. 21 Demon Hunter Team, which is of general rank."

The room fell silent instantly; even breathing could be heard clearly.

“Firstly,” Ling Xiao’s voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the room, “I grant Captain Feng Yao the qualification to enter the Temple Alliance’s treasury three times, and he can choose one item from the collection as a reward. He can then pass it on to his companions.”

Feng Yao was slightly taken aback, then nodded in acknowledgment.

"Secondly, the entire No. 21 Demon Hunter Team, which is at the general level, will be exempted from the test and directly promoted to the king level Demon Hunter Team."

Upon hearing this, both Wang Yuanyuan and Long Haochen were surprised.

Han Yu and Lin Xin exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement in each other's eyes.

The promotion from general to king is not only a leap in rank, but also the most powerful affirmation of their achievements.

"Thirdly," Ling Xiao paused, his gaze becoming exceptionally solemn, "I hereby grant you seven the qualification to enter Dream Paradise."

"Can I get in too?" Feng Yao asked in surprise.

Ling Xiao nodded solemnly: "It will officially begin in one month. But this time..."

His gaze slowly swept over the crowd, and his tone turned serious. "The demons will also be entering, therefore we have granted Feng Yao special permission to suppress his cultivation level before entering."

The joyful atmosphere vanished instantly, and everyone understood that this meant the journey to the dreamlike paradise would be extremely dangerous.

"understand!"

Feng Yao spoke up.

……

In the Demon Realm, within the Demon Emperor's Palace, black mist swirled, and the Demon God Pillar, a phantom of a demonic dragon, exuded a chilling demonic aura.

The Star Demon God Vasak, dressed in a dark-patterned robe, strode towards Feng Xiu, who stepped out of the void, and bowed, asking, "Big brother is back? Did you get the spot in Dream Paradise?"

Demonic light flickered in Feng Xiu's purple vertical pupils, and a cold, sharp smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Since I've made my move, how could I leave empty-handed? If it weren't for this old fellow, I would have slaughtered his entire city this time!"

"As expected of the eldest brother!" Star Demon God Vasak clapped his hands and chuckled.

The Moon Demon God Agares also laughed and said, "It was only right that our elder brother took action."

Feng Xiu walked toward the throne with his hands behind his back, his dark gold dragon-patterned robe trailing on the ground: "That brat who appeared among humans this time... will probably be a great enemy of our race in the future."

Let all the demon gods who have entered the Dream Paradise be warned, lest they all suffer total annihilation.

"Brother, you didn't stop it?!" Vasak looked up suddenly, his eyes full of surprise.

The demon race has always believed in "nipping geniuses in the bud," and countless outstanding human talents have perished at their hands over the past six thousand years.

Feng Xiu sat on the throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, producing a dull echo: "This world has been silent for too long. I, the emperor, also wish to have a worthy opponent."

His words seemed to carry a deeper meaning, and a subtle interest flashed in his eyes.

Besides Feng Yao, he has already found a second successor. If the current one is not up to the task, he will replace him.

The leader of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan has always only recognized strength.

Agares remained silent for a moment, a knowing glint in his silver-gray eyes, and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate understands. Tell them to be careful."

Vasak also suppressed his smile.

Although I have never seen Feng Yao in person, the fact that he could make my elder brother so wary and had killed several high-level demon gods shows that he is no ordinary person.

"Once I obtain the divine status of the Goddess of Nature, then..."

Feng Xiu gazed at the blood moon obscured by demonic energy in the sky, his purple vertical pupils surging with an ambition powerful enough to devour the stars.
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One month later. "We should go now, Dream Paradise has opened." Feng Yao looked at everyone.

Wang Yuanyuan clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "My fists are itching for battle!"

The others could not hide their excitement either.

During this period, they took turns fighting one-on-one against the soul of the Flame Warrior to hone their combat skills.

Long Haochen, Han Yu, Wang Yuanyuan, and Sheng Cai'er focused on close combat skills, honing their reaction speed amidst the flashing blades.

Mages like Lin Xin and Chen Ying'er specialize in evasion and defense, enduring the blazing blades for longer.

After a month of intensive training, the entire Demon Hunter Team No. 21 underwent a complete transformation.

Feng Yao, with his eighth-level cultivation, ventured alone to the top floor and subdued several undead puppets.

Wang Yuanyuan is still second in the whole group, with a score of 8,700!

Long Haochen and Cai'er used the spiritual energy tide of the Eternal Tower to break through the spiritual energy barrier of 7,200.

Thanks to Long Haochen, Han Yu's spiritual power increased to 5,400 points.

Even Chen Ying'er and Lin Xin, whose attributes were not very compatible, reached the level of 4,800 together under the nourishment of the spiritual energy ball.

……

After more than a month of rest, Zhennanguan has finally regained some vitality.

But the shocking cracks and scorch marks on the city walls still silently tell the story of that nearly devastating battle.

At this moment, the air outside the pass was as heavy as iron quenched with ice, and even the wind carried a chilling, murderous intent.

All the elite troops that could be mobilized within the city were lined up in battle formation, and the entire Templar Knights of the Knights Temple were clad in armor.

Members of the three Emperor-level Demon Hunter teams stood on either side, while the four King-level Demon Hunter teams formed a wedge formation.

Hundreds of powerful figures from the six great temples gathered at the back of the formation, with the six temple masters—Ling Xiao, Han Qian, Lin Chen, San Shui, Ren Wo Kuang, and Ying Sui Feng—standing side by side at the very front.

Their gazes swept past the formation, fixed on the distant horizon, and they even softened their breathing.

Behind the temple lords, the seven members of the 21st Demon Hunter Squad stood in a row.

A fighting spirit flickered in Feng Yao's crimson-gold pupils, while the others remained extremely solemn.

The three sixth-tier peak contestants standing next to him, though their lips were tightly pursed and they showed nervousness, still straightened their backs.

To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with these powerful individuals is the greatest honor of their lives.

"They're here!" Han Qian suddenly shouted.

Everyone followed the sound.

On the horizon, a chilling pressure surged forth like an inky tide, turning even the sunlight a dark purple in its wake.

Immediately afterwards, a dark cloud that blotted out the sky approached at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. It was not a cloud, but more than thirty giant dragons with their jet-black wings spread out!
The roar of their flapping wings was like muffled thunder rolling across the earth, and the bony spikes on the edges of their wings tore through the clouds, leaving twisted trails on the sky.

The dragon horde suddenly swooped down a thousand meters away from the Temple Alliance formation, their massive bodies crashing to the ground with a whooshing sound that tore through the air, kicking up dust that rose dozens of feet high and dyed half the sky grayish-yellow.

"hold head high--!"

The roars of dragons rose and fell, making one's eardrums ache. In the smoke and dust, the bodies of those enormous creatures began to twist and shrink.

They eventually transformed into humanoid figures clad in dark gold scale armor.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was as burly as a mountain, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and the vertical pupils in his phoenix eyes shone with the golden light unique to black dragons.

Even when it takes human form, it is still surrounded by the might of a dragon.

He simply stood there, and the air in front of him seemed to freeze; even the powerful figures of the Temple Alliance couldn't help but hold their breath.

(End of this chapter)