He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

Battle over!

However, just as Qin Yun dispelled the Greatsword Technique and retrieved the magical treasures such as Qiu Li and Shark Tooth into the imaginary space one by one...

He suddenly sensed something unusual happening in the imaginary space.

Qin Yun frowned slightly, his mind immersing itself in the imaginary space, and took out one of the items.

That was an ancient painting!

That's right, it's the original painting "Lord Ye Loves Dragons" by Wu Daozi that we obtained from the tomb of Prince Qi, Li Maozhen, when we went to Kunlun Glacier!

Since it was acquired, this thing has been very well-behaved, lying quietly in the imaginary space without ever making any unusual movements.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a unique piece and Qin Yun himself wanted to collect it, he probably would have already found a way to sell it.

But... after being so well-behaved for so long, why is something suddenly off today?

Just in case, Qin Yun raised his hand and slowly unfurled the scroll, preparing to examine it.

However, the moment the scroll was unfurled... a sudden and unexpected change occurred!

The black dragon with the bald tail, Old Li, who had been beheaded by the giant sword and was gradually dissipating into the world, suddenly had the scattered points of faith light in the sky converge towards the painting as if it had been summoned by some kind of force!

To everyone's astonishment.

The black dragon's remains, divinity, and power of faith were gradually reforming.

Ultimately, it appeared completely on the scroll and became part of it!

On the scroll, the dragon that was originally just a painting of Lord Ye's love of dragons has now come to life.

With its scales clearly defined and whiskers flowing, the dragon moves slowly within the painting, so lifelike that it seems ready to burst out of the canvas at any moment!

"What's going on?"

Qin Yun activated his Golden Eyes, which could discern all things, and after a brief observation, he understood what had happened.

After all, these are some of the few authentic works by the painting master Wu Daozi, so what he left behind is naturally not so simple.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Wu Daozi's painting represents the pinnacle of divine skill!

He didn't paint the form, but the spirit!

Each stroke embodies the artist's understanding and perception of heaven and earth, capable of capturing the spirit, gathering faith, and creating a small world of its own.

The remaining faith power of the bald-tailed old Li, which the Wang family stole, should have completely dissipated into the world after the black dragon was killed and absorbed into its vessel.

Unexpectedly, this scroll of the painting master's masterpiece was actively collected and incorporated into the world within the painting!

According to Huang Jintong, as long as it is not overused, Qin Yun can summon Bald Tail Old Li from the scroll to assist in attacks in future battles.

This can be considered as adding another output position in disguise.

Of course, if you don't mind attracting too much attention, you can also summon it as a mount for traveling or something.

However, using this thing to travel might bring even greater pressure from public opinion!

We live in a new era now, and the speed of information dissemination on the internet is incredibly fast.

It would be bad if this were captured on camera by an ordinary person and attracted excessive public attention.

After all—the dragon is the symbol of emperors!

This is a new era now. What are you trying to do by riding a dragon? Are you trying to restore the old order?

Qin Yun shook his head, rolled up the scroll again, and stored it in the imaginary space.

This thing needs to be hidden well; it can't be used carelessly!

……

Meanwhile, on the arena...

"Old Wang—!!"

A mournful cry shattered the silence on the arena.

After all, they were friends of many years. When the giant sword fell, the black dragon's head was directly severed, and Wang Ai's head rolled all over the arena.

Lu Ci, who was originally watching the game from the stands, couldn't help but get anxious.

He leaped onto the stage, rushed to Wang Ai's head, bent down, and held Wang Ai's head in his arms.

To be honest, Lü Ci actually had some reservations about Wang Ai.

That old man always likes to keep something to himself.

If it weren't for the fight with Qin Yun today, Lü Ci himself wouldn't have known that Wang Ai possessed a black dragon!

Normally, whenever trouble arises, he always pushes Lü Ci out as a scapegoat while he himself hides behind and reaps the benefits.

Lu Ci actually despised this kind of behavior.

But we must respect the dead!

Seeing that the other party was already dead, Lü Ci naturally no longer harbored resentment, only feeling a sense of sorrow for his kind.

Holding Wang Ai's head, Lü Ci slowly stood up, looked at Qin Yun, and spoke with a hint of suppressed grief and indignation.

"Chairman Qin, it was just a friendly sparring match, why make such a fuss!"

The Japanese devils are dead, so be it. I won't say a word. Even if Chairman Qin doesn't take action, I'll find a way to do it myself.

But Old Wang is one of the ten elders after all, isn't this... a bit too much?

"A little too much?"

Before Qin Yun could speak, as Lü Ci left the arena, Lu Jin and the others arrived at the center of the arena to prevent him from resorting to desperate measures.

Lu Jin didn't say anything, but stepped forward and draped the executive jacket he had been holding over Qin Yun's shoulders again, covering his bare upper body.

But what about Feng Zhenghao...?

With Wang Ai dead, Feng Zhenghao suddenly felt a weight lift from his head.

It was as if a mountain that had been weighing on the Feng family for decades had finally been removed!

The Feng family's long-standing feud has finally been avenged today!

Although he didn't report it himself, he still witnessed Wang Ai die.

He died without a complete corpse; his body and head were separated.

"Grandpa, did you see that? The Feng family's revenge has been achieved!"

Feng Zhenghao took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the surging joy within him.

But when he heard Lu Ci's words, which were full of moral blackmail, before Qin Yun and Lu Jin could speak, Feng Zhenghao, who had shed all his shackles and had no more scruples, directly started the fight.

"As a senior, I will address you as Elder Lü today!"

Feng Zhenghao stepped forward, his tone neither warm nor cold, yet every word was piercing.

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

"The agreement determined who was superior and who was inferior, and also decided life and death. The life-or-death contract was signed in black and white. Now that the person is dead, you're jumping out to say it's excessive?"

Feng Zhenghao glanced at Lü Ci, then at Wang Ai's head in his arms, and his voice suddenly rose.

"If you really think it's excessive, why didn't you say it was excessive when the five of them were beating up Chairman Qin?"

"When they insisted on fighting and you couldn't stop them, why didn't you say it was excessive?"

"When Wang Ai released Bald-Tailed Old Li, who transformed into a black dragon, why didn't you say it was excessive?"

"You didn't stop it when you should have, but now that something's happened, you're the one who stands out!"

His words came out like a barrage of bullets, leaving Lü Ci's face turning pale and then red, unable to speak for a long time.

However, everything Feng Zhenghao said was true!

From the very beginning, it was Wang Ai and Ishikawa Shin who joined forces, five against one, to try and kill Qin Yun.

They signed the death waiver themselves, and now that they've lost the fight and someone's dead, are they jumping out to say it's excessive?

Why didn't you do this sooner!

The old master noticed that Lü Ci's expression was very unpleasant, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Since Wang Ai was already dead and could not be brought back to life, there was no point in arguing any further. So, they smoothed things over and offered her a way out.

"Alright, President Feng..."

The old celestial master spoke slowly, his tone calm, "Death is a serious matter, so you should say less. Preparing for Wang Ai's funeral is the most important thing right now."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao immediately restrained his sharp edge, bowed slightly to the old celestial master, and spoke respectfully.

I didn't say much, I just felt I had to get some things off my chest.

However, this is Longhu Mountain. Since you, Elder Celestial Master, have already stated your position, I will say no more.

Lü Ci: "..."

You've said everything you should and shouldn't have said, and now you're saying this?

Lu Ci remained silent, holding Wang Ai's head, standing there with an extremely ugly expression.

However, since the deed has already been done, there is really nothing Lü Ci can change except accept it.

That's all... can be it!