Perfect Double Agent

The nine brothers were of one heart, inseparable, and united as one, creating a beautiful story. But now one is missing, and the Nine Dragons are no longer complete. How can we not be angry?

"Father, tell us, is it that little beast? I'll go and kill him right now to avenge my second brother!" Wang Wu pointed to the distant territory beyond the clan's land. With his strength, he could naturally see the conspicuous Immortal King Palace.

"Who cares about some little immortal king? The old geezers of the immortal academy dare to protect him! We'll raze his immortal academy to the ground!" Wang Ba said in a cold voice, his words chilling to the bone, and even the others looked indifferent.

This is astonishing, because they weren't just talking; someone had already gone to request the Longevity Halberd and was really going to destroy the Immortal Academy.

In this world, perhaps only the Nine Dragons dare to be so arrogant. Such words and such ruthlessness are very much in line with their style of doing things. Everyone knows that the Nine Dragons of the Wang family are fearless and invincible. Once angered, all nine dragons will come out together, turning the world upside down and making all races tremble in fear.

Back in those days, Kowloon was a taboo. Now that it has become part of the Wong family's heritage, its character remains fierce and extremely domineering!

"This is just a normal exchange of skills. It's just that my skills are inferior to others, so I can't blame anyone else," Wang Changsheng sighed.

"Second Brother won't have died in vain; that little beast must pay the price!" Some disagreed and insisted on revenge.

A glint of dark light flashed in Wang Changsheng's pupils, but he remained calm. He didn't say much, but instead touched his brow, conjuring up an image.

There were two young men standing opposite each other. Wang Er, standing to the side, was glaring at them, his cold laughter revealing his intense fighting spirit.

But in the next instant, Wang Er was enveloped by a waterfall of time. At the same moment, a dazzling and massive golden spear appeared in an instant, blindingly bright and terrifyingly sharp, with every line clearly visible. To Wang Er's shock, it pierced into his brow.

"Second Brother was instantly killed..."

They weren't stupid; they saw it clearly. The image was presented from the father's perspective, which made it seem slower, but it was still completed in an instant, so fast that it was unstoppable.

“I thought Xiao Er couldn’t possibly lose, but it ended up harming him…” Wang Changsheng sighed, reaching out to touch the bloody hole between Wang Er’s eyebrows, making his remaining sons look gloomy.

“Father… did Second Brother die in vain…” Wang San said unwillingly, and the other brothers shared the same attitude.

"The future is going to be chaotic. Even if we win a war against the Immortal Academy, it will be a Pyrrhic victory, and we will lose our right to stand in the future. Besides, this is a normal sparring match. Losing is losing. It's not shameful to be inferior in skill. It's childish to refuse to admit defeat..."

Wang Changsheng walked away with his hands behind his back, disappearing with each step, leaving the remaining eight dragons in silence.

A cause must be justified. Although they neither care nor fear, openly bullying a junior would make them seem like they can't accept defeat, and the Wang family would become a laughing stock in an instant.

Meanwhile, outside the Wang family compound, Bai Ye coldly glanced at the area in the sky and walked into the palace. In the original story, of the so-called nine dragons of the Wang family, five were killed by his own father decades later, one by one with a sword, without any mercy.

That father isn't a real father. As a Celestial King, his sons are a bunch of Impermanent Ones, so they can't possibly be his own.

Moreover, a Dark Immortal King could easily create a Supreme Being from his own lost essence and bones, so why would he care about a bunch of ants?

Just like Mu Changsheng, who easily became a Supreme after obtaining the essence blood, Qin Changsheng was the same. He only obtained a bone, and if he hadn't been afraid, he could have entered the Supreme Realm with that bone.

He didn't care what Wang Changsheng was planning; the reason he came to the Wang family was for this painting.

Bai Ye looked at the scroll unfolded in his hand. The woman in the painting was sweet and the man was handsome. The two walked side by side in the valley, harmonious and natural, and had been painted.

For Wang Xuewei, it was a dream; for Bai Ye, it was a fair transaction.

The scroll burned and turned to ashes in his hands. One died in the Immortal Ancient Era, and the other was in the Chaotic Ancient Era. It was impossible for them to be together.

"Let's go to the Great Crimson Heaven!" the old demon declared. "A fellow Daoist died there in battle. I'd like to see how many kings still exist in these Nine Heavens!"

Bai Ye nodded, then telepathically instructed Jin Niu to change direction.

"My lord, let Brother Zi and I go there..." the red-haired patriarch said worriedly.

Back then, the expedition there was led by a king and several immortals, but they all died. No one even knows what happened there. The fall of a king signifies great misfortune. If something happens to the two crippled kings, they won't need to go back either.

"What's there to be afraid of? I refuse to believe that there can be a king in this wretched place!"

Back then, the old demon was stubborn and full of vigor, listening to endless little tunes every day and calling them little ants. But later, after only a few days away from home, he encountered three crippled kings, as well as a fake medicine seller.

After going to the North Sea, a Kunpeng Nest caused some trouble, and that place was not simple either. That was fine, but when I went to the Upper Realm, I encountered the coordinates of a king's return path. I also encountered another one in the Immortal Slaying Ground. In that no-man's-land, there was more than one living king.

Now, we've encountered another one in disguise. I almost misjudged him. Even the latest news suggests that an old rival, the Ancestral Spirit, is still alive.

They were clearly the victors, but this place is like a bottomless pit. You don't know until you come in, and once you do, you're really shocked. It just never ends.

“Most likely there are still some problems… There were several places with major issues back then…” the silver head murmured. “I suggest we find a way to open the passage between the two worlds first. We should go back and restore things. Dealing with the Great Reckoning is more important. This world is irrelevant and not worth our effort.”

Chapter 392 Luomo

On this day, news of the Wang family's death spread: Wang Er had died. Although the funeral was low-key, it still caught the attention of those who cared.

The name "Little Immortal King" has been too conspicuous lately. He went to the Wang family, and many forces were well aware of it. Not long after, Little Immortal King left the Wang family, and Wang Er died. No one would believe that there was no connection.

Subsequently, a piece of news was revealed: according to the Wang family, Wang Er had sparred with the Little Immortal King, holding back with one hand. However, since weapons are unpredictable, Wang Er was no match for the Little Immortal King's power and died unexpectedly.

"An accident? I don't believe you for a second!"

"Little Immortal King killed Dun Yi like slaughtering dogs. The four peerless experts of the Feng family are still fresh in our minds, their bodies are not cold yet. No matter how strong you are, Wang Er, you can't underestimate Little Immortal King like this, right? One hand? Now look what happened, everyone is gone."

There was much discussion in the heavens. Some were horrified, while others burst out laughing. The only thing that puzzled them was that, given the tempers of those brothers, who were capable of turning the sky upside down, even if it was a fair fight, the death of the Little Immortal King would not be his fault, and the other party would definitely not be able to swallow this insult. Yet the remaining dragon seemed to have no reaction, which was too strange.

There are likely hidden reasons behind this. Wang Er's death was unusual, and the sparring match might not have been as the Wang family claimed. It was probably the Little Immortal King's performance that made the Wang brothers particularly wary.

But afterwards, news came out, from Wang Da's mouth, "The Little Immortal King can be called the number one person below the Supreme, with unparalleled combat power. He truly deserves the title and will be the future pillar of our realm."

Such a public evaluation is undeniably high, but being the number one person below the Supreme is not a good title; it requires absolute strength.

Since the beginning of this era, countless heroes have emerged throughout the land. New talents replace the old, each reigning supreme for tens of thousands of years. No one can say for sure how many terrifyingly powerful figures are hidden in the shadows. Now, Wang Dayi's words have undoubtedly pushed the Little Immortal King directly into the limelight, making him the focus of attention for all the powerful figures throughout the entire era.

Although the Little Immortal King is strong, he is only twenty-four years old and has not even reached the first stage of cultivation. Can he withstand this wave?

No one knew, but soon news spread that the Little Immortal King had been challenged. As a result, he unleashed nine consecutive supernatural powers, killing three ancient masters in succession, and then departed, seemingly heading towards the Great Crimson Heaven, causing the world to erupt in excitement once again.

Perhaps Wang Da's assessment is true. The Little Immortal King's dominance is unparalleled. Since his sudden appearance, he has overwhelmed all the contemporary prodigies. Now, after three years of return, with his power at the level of "Slaying Myself," he is already close to ruling the older generation. How terrifying the future will be is simply unimaginable.

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The Great Crimson Heaven, also known as the Heaven of Separation and Hatred, holds extraordinary significance for the beings of the Nine Heavens.

In the previous era, mountains of corpses and rivers of blood were slain here. True immortals died in battle, leaving behind only regrets. After their deaths, their bones were forged into a mighty pass, blocking a great rift and separating the two realms.

In comparison, the Imperial Pass is an abyss, so it's understandable that people can't get in. But it's unacceptable that a wall made of the remains of a group of true immortals can't be breached by people from other realms.

They can defeat them when they're alive, but they can't get in when they're dead?

Entering from here, the army could easily sweep everything away. Instead, they waited for almost an epoch to attack from Tianyuan, trying to gnaw on the toughest bone. That's something else.

Beyond an ancient battlefield, a blurry figure shrouded in celestial light descended and landed there.

The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, connecting to the chaotic region. The ancient city, built of piled-up corpses, was vast and imposing, its power overwhelming heaven and earth. It lay there in the desolate wilderness, and even from a great distance, one could feel the soaring resentment.

That place was a strategically important location, guarded by city officials and inhabited by creatures living in the nearby mountains and rivers.

Bai Ye glanced at them from afar, and then two immortals appeared on his left and right, taking him away from the area and heading towards the Chaos Zone.

"Lord Lomo has passed away completely... I couldn't sense his presence..."

“That’s probably impossible. That person’s magical power is boundless. Even if he died, his spirit would remain. Try reciting the Summoning Scripture,” Zi Cang said.

Following the example of the Red-Haired Ancestor, he chanted scriptures in an ancient, grand, and peaceful voice. As soon as he began to chant, his voice resounded through the heavens and echoed throughout the entire world.

This is a secret technique from another realm, which is similar to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture, but completely different. Its main purpose is to awaken and condense the residual marks of past living beings, making it very convenient to find the dead.

Bai Ye and Zi Cang stood together, their eyes filled with curiosity, watching quietly as the scriptures continued to be recited. This chaotic area, which was initially sacred, began to transform into a sinister place.

It was eerie. A cold wind howled, appearing out of nowhere, chilling to the bone. Accompanied by the wailing of ghosts, one figure after another began to coalesce. They came from all directions, baring their fangs and claws, like mindless wandering souls. Before they even arrived, they disintegrated under Zi Cang's gaze.

"Still nothing..." Zi Cang frowned.

"It should be." Bai Ye looked at the chaotic area around him, which was now shrouded in black mist, and was clearly aware of this.

Perhaps in response to his words, with a tremor, all the Yin energy dissipated, and even this chaotic zone collapsed.

It was a blazing divine flame, incomparably yang, holy and dazzling, like a burning sun, the light it emitted directly purifying all yin energy and darkness.

"Ok?"

"Lord Rama?"

The Red-Haired Ancestor stopped, calling out softly, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at the sacred light.

A tall and imposing figure could be vaguely seen inside. He emerged from the ground, walking step by step, exuding unparalleled pressure, looking down at the three of them.

What Bai Ye found strange was that there should have been eight other Immortals dead nearby, who should have appeared with Luo Mo, but they weren't, which was a slight deviation from the original story.

"What do you want to do by waking me up!" Lomo spoke, his voice filled with majesty. Although he was a heroic spirit, his aura and pressure were extremely terrifying.

The Red-Haired Ancestor stepped back, and so did Zi Cang, who resembled two old servants, perfectly highlighting Bai Ye.

white night:"……"

But at that moment, another figure appeared beside him, leaning on a bronze staff with one hand, and even a silver head was visible on his right shoulder, as if he had grown an extra head.

“Senior Pu Mo Wang… Jun Ying!” Luo Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"Killed by several people..." the old demon began, his face expressionless and extremely serious.

“One person… is a woman, from the Immortal Realm.”

"Just one? And a woman?!"

The white night was clearly visible, and the old demon's face gradually darkened and stiffened.

"You got killed by a woman? You should just keep sleeping!" Jun Ying's temper was indeed bad, making both immortals bow their heads. Even Luo Mo was speechless for a long time after being rebuked.

In foreign lands, it's really hard for a king to die unless he's stubborn, but those who are stubborn almost always die.

"She's dead too. No one can fight me and come out unscathed!" Lomo was, after all, a king, and he had that much confidence.

"Take us there, I'll go take a look!" Old Demon was very cautious. Just because they, who had died, could survive didn't mean others couldn't. If the other side also survived, their lineup could probably take them down as well.

"He didn't die... He fought for nothing... He fought himself to death, but he made the other person a ghost or an immortal..." Bai Ye thought to herself, feeling that Luo Mo had definitely lost out big time, and his mentality might explode later.

Chapter 393 Is the Great Crimson Heaven about to break?

The vast chaos seemed endless, and several figures arrived before an ancient realm deep within it.

This is a sealed ancient realm, with a towering stone tablet standing 100,000 feet tall, its dark surface piercing the sky as if it had been drenched in demonic blood. To this day, the tablet exudes a terrifying, oppressive aura, as if it wants to suppress the world.

"Something's strange!" Everyone looked very serious, especially the old demon, who felt that his guess might be true.

"She actually survived?!" Luo Mo's expression changed slightly, especially when he saw Jun Ying sweep over, his face darkened.

But the next moment, the place trembled, and boundless holy light and flames surged forth. Within it, the human figure vanished, and an eyeball appeared.

It was enormous, tens of thousands of feet tall, flowing with five-colored blood, lying across the chaos like a continent, coldly staring at the stone tablet.

Now, only a remnant soul remains of Lomo, along with an eyeball, but his condition is even worse than that of the Old Demon and Junying.