Dragon Lord: Starting from the daily settlement

The figure, dressed in a brown robe and tall and slender, was none other than Batu. Behind Zhou Yan, the demon general in a blue-green robe also appeared.

"Just the two of you?"

Looking around, Zhou Yan said expressionlessly, as the clouds churned and raindrops continued to fall.

"You little dragon have quite the nerve."

The demon general covered the lower half of his face with a fan, revealing a pair of pure black eye sockets, and said with a smile.

"You're so young, yet you've come to your death. But I'm kind-hearted, and seeing how pure your dragon energy is, why not surrender to me and become my jade dragon pillar?"

Batu looked at Zhou Yan curiously: "Zhou Yan, you don't seem surprised at all that I'm here?"

As he spoke, he took out a ball of heavy water, squeezed it with his hand, and instantly annihilated it.

"Why should I be surprised that you're here? I've never trusted you anyway."

Zhou Yan continued to urge his magic power, intensifying the rain, and chuckled, completely ignoring the two's interference.

He had long anticipated Batu's betrayal. How could someone from a great nation like Zhongzhou be willing to submit to a wild dragon like him? He had kept him around only because he coveted the knowledge in Batu's mind.

"You little dragon, your words are so sharp and cold, they really make your older sister happy!"

Covering his face, the demon general chuckled a few more times, then raised his hand, which was covered in demonic patterns, and took the fan down.

"But I don't have time to waste with you. It's going to hurt a bit, so please bear with it."

Having said that, he flicked his wrist, and twelve Earthly Fiend Daoist runes lit up on the fan. With two whooshing sounds, two gusts of wind flew out from the fan.

As soon as the gale was unleashed, it attacked Zhou Yan from both the left and right, tearing apart the surrounding clouds to reveal the deep sky behind him.

Seeing the approaching gale, Zhou Yan's expression turned serious. Two balls of heavy water appeared around him, transforming into two dragons that blocked the gale.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

The moment the two made contact, the black dragon's body was covered in wounds, revealing large areas of injury.

Immediately afterwards, the demon general waved his fan again, and two gusts of wind raged, tearing the two dragons apart and then transforming into several wind blades aimed at Zhou Yan's body.

Faced with these attacks, Zhou Yan's expression remained unchanged. A large amount of heavy water reappeared beside him, forming a water tornado that enveloped him.

The wind blade flew into the waterspout, splashing up large waves before disappearing.

The heavy force receded, revealing Zhou Yan's unharmed figure inside.

Seeing this, neither the Demon General nor Batu were surprised at all. Batu even exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of the Dragon Clan, they are truly formidable."

But then he immediately changed his tone, saying with a cold laugh, "I just don't know if you can withstand this move of mine."

With a sweep of its arms, its lower body transformed into a snake's form, and it solemnly opened its mouth, proclaiming, "Ancient Serpent Divine Sacrifice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful pressure emanated from his body.

"Hmph!" As if carrying the weight of a thousand mountains and rivers, Zhou Yan let out a cold snort without saying a word. On the other side, the Demon General also felt unwell and took a few steps back. He looked at Batu beside him and revealed a strange light in his eyes.

Behind the Bashe, a phantom figure slowly emerged, fifty feet long, with a black body and a green head, covered in gleaming scales. Its vertical pupils were filled with desolation, and countless sharp teeth stood out in its mouth, sending chills down one's spine.

"roar!"

The phantom of the Bashe snake appeared and immediately let out a roar that resounded through the sky, shaking apart large swathes of clouds and stopping the rain.

"This is……"

Resisting this oppressive force, Zhou Yan turned his body around, regrouped the clouds, and continued to bring rain.

"Zhou Yan, stop resisting. This is the phantom of my Bashe clan's ancestor. Although it only has one ten-millionth of his strength, it is still not something you can withstand."

"If I hadn't been so badly injured that I couldn't use my abilities back then, would you still be alive today?"

Batu Lan said proudly, then made a hand seal, and a fifty-foot-long phantom of a Bashe snake directly attacked Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan frowned at this, but instead of panicking, he continued to focus on controlling the clouds.

Upon seeing this, Batu's face immediately stiffened, then darkened.

The phantom of the Bashe snake snaked forward, smashing through large swathes of clouds, then opened its mouth and bit down directly at Zhou Yan.

Suddenly, a curtain of azure water appeared on Zhou Yan's wound, evolving into thousands of ripples.

The phantom of the serpent bit down on it, but the water curtain only splashed a ripple.

"What happened?"

Batu's expression changed drastically, and his eyes widened. The demon general also sensed something was wrong and silently began to retreat.

Where are you going?

Before she could take more than a few steps, two figures appeared in her path of retreat. One was dressed in colorful robes, none other than the Holy Mother Lingxi, while the other exuded a cold aura, none other than Ling Shu.

At this moment, the Holy Mother Lingxi held a bright blue mirror in her hand, with ripples spreading across it and fifteen Earthly Fiend Daoist scripture appearing on it.

"Good, good, it seems you came prepared."

Batu glanced at the two of them and said with a gloomy expression.

"Of course, how could we not take precautions against you?"

Zhou Yan slowly said that before starting, he and the Holy Mother Lingxi had communicated about this matter. When they were in the city of danger, the Holy Mother Lingxi sent him a message, telling him that she had extinguished the Xuan Sha Blood Flame that was everywhere.

He only began to bring rain after he arrived in Bicheng, after the Holy Mother of Spiritual Rhinoceros and the Spiritual Pivot had hidden themselves in the shadows.

"Stop wasting your breath on them. Leave this to us two. You go and extinguish the Xuan Sha Blood Flame!"

The Holy Mother of Spiritual Rhinoceros stepped forward, releasing dozens of azure water dragons from her treasure mirror, and then spoke to Zhou Yan.

"Understood." Zhou Yan nodded and immediately revealed his true form, a twenty-zhang-long black-armored dragon, riding the rain and falling straight down towards the walled city below.

The Demon General and Batu's expressions changed. He took out the jade bottle from before, opened it, and found that it contained a pool of green water.

It's not Weak Water at all.

"How effective is the illusion I've created here?"

Seeing this, the Holy Mother of Spiritual Rhinoceros sneered, and the water dragon beside her directly covered the two of them.

"You stop her, I'll deal with that little dragon."

Seeing the late-stage cultivation of the Holy Mother Lingxi in the Purple Mansion realm, coupled with the fifteen Earthly Fiend Daoist runes in her magic weapon, the Demon General felt a sudden urge to retreat. He said something to Batu and then immediately gave chase.

"You..." Batu shouted as he watched the demon general leave, a look of anger on his face.

Ling Shu glanced at Batu, then transformed into a white-feathered vulture, flapping its wings to block the demon general's path.

"Where are you going?" he asked slowly, his face contorted with rage.

The demon general didn't speak, but simply fanned himself with his fan, creating several gusts of wind.

Ling Shu was not to be outdone. With a cry, a gray aura spread out from her body, and countless dead souls crawled out, surging towards her like a tide.

Gusts of wind tore apart the souls of the dead, but under the relentless onslaught of these souls, they were eventually worn away completely.

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint appeared in the demon general's eyes. Twelve Earthly Fiend Daoist runes lit up on the fan, and suddenly, a hurricane that swept across the sky flew out from it.

In an instant, tens of thousands of souls were swept up in it, turning directly into a phantom.

The hurricane continued to grow stronger, sweeping everything around it into its wake as it moved toward Ling Shu.

The demon general, on the other hand, transformed into a wisp of wind and vanished into the hurricane.

Ling Shu frowned instantly as he looked at the hurricane. A large swath of gray mist spread out around him, from which countless souls emerged.

With a cry, a white, illusory bird with a wingspan of over fifty feet, composed of tens of thousands of dead souls, rushed straight toward the center of the hurricane.

Below, Zhou Yan was falling rapidly. In the sky, countless originally transparent raindrops had all turned into drops of black, heavy water.

Despite the protective array that had been activated in the city below, cracks still appeared under the onslaught of the heavy water.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yan opened his mouth and spat out a bolt of lightning.

Before the demon soldiers in Bicheng could react, a bright light streaked across the sky.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the protective formation shatter with a deafening roar.

Countless streams of heavy water fell, smashing the demon soldiers into a bloody pulp.