Fairy, help me cultivate.

Chapter 147 Ants Point to the Sky, Attempting to Kill Immortals

When Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin arrived at the square in front of the government office, it was already packed with people.

The nobles sat suspended in mid-air, their expressions playful.

The common people cowered or stared blankly at the cages in the center of the square.

The densely packed cages were covered with black cloth, and it was unknown who was inside.

Jiang Bailin and Chen Yao exchanged a glance and both realized that their divine sense was still ineffective here.

This shows that the ability of the City Lord's Mansion to imprison divine sense is not due to the effect of fixed formations or magical artifacts.

The two mingled in the crowd, observing the cage.

At this moment, a nobleman floated above the cage.

Do you know him?

Chen Yao asked Jiang Bailin.

Jiang Bailin shook his head: "I've never seen such a person before. He doesn't seem to be from Jinchang City."

Chen Yao squinted and examined the person, feeling that the person was as imposing and majestic as a solitary island standing firm in the sea.

"Maybe it's him."

Perhaps it was he who captured the Golden Dragon Ancestor. Jiang Bailin pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, looking up at the man coldly.

The man's gaze swept over them, and Jiang Bailin, who had killed countless people, unconsciously lowered her eyes. She found herself unable to meet the man's gaze.

That was beyond description; it couldn't be described as merely a malevolent aura.

Chen Yao was alright; after a brief eye contact with the person, the person looked away.

“Jinchang City has been built for 1,800 years, and no one has ever dared to incite rebellion.”

The man spoke, and he scanned the common people in the square. The common people, like withered grass after a strong wind, all squatted down and fell over.

"Moreover, they are just a group of commoners."

With a wave of his sleeve, the black cloth covering the cage rose up like eagles taking flight.

Inside the cage were the Golden Dragon Ancestor and the civilians he had placed in the tower.

Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin's hands unconsciously clasped together, tightening their grip.

The Golden Dragon Ancestor looked listless, with no visible external injuries, but he was clearly in poor condition.

The civilians were in even worse shape, most of them already injured or maimed.

Even children were not spared from being abused.

But their eyes were different from those of the common people in the square; even when they were imprisoned and seriously injured, their gazes remained bright.

They scanned the area.

The common people in the square all instinctively avoided the area.

The Golden Dragon Patriarch looked at Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin and smiled.

It was a smile of having gotten what one wanted, a smile that even carried a hint of cunning.

Jiang Bailin had never seen his ancestor show such an expression before, and he was taken aback.

Chen Yao seemed to understand his plan, so he reminded Jiang Bailin in a low and solemn voice: "The opponent may be stronger than we imagine."

Jiang Bailin nodded blankly: "Otherwise, how could the ancestor be captured?"

Chen Yao sensed that she didn't understand her thoughts, but didn't have time to say anything more.

Because the person in the air spoke again.

"I, Pang Xi, have ruled Jinchang City for hundreds of years, allowing the nobles to attack it periodically. This is to eliminate the old and establish the new, and also to strengthen Jinchang's power. But!"

A loud shout echoed through the clouds.

“But I did not allow you filthy scoundrels to follow me and disrupt the order of my city.”

He raised his hand, which was wrapped in wide sleeves, clenched it, and twirled it.

The sound of fruits bursting open echoed from the cage.

The crowd, like startled wild horses, scattered backward, leaving a large vacuum around the cage.

The land there was quickly stained with the blood of those in prison, a glaring red.

In an instant, dozens of civilians in the cage had their heads explode and died.

Chen Yao stared at the blood that had spread across the soles of his feet, feeling a fire burning in his heart.

Among them were children who had once asked him innocent questions!

Jiang Bailin couldn't stop smiling because she had heard what that person said.

“He couldn’t possibly be Pang Xi, how could he be Pang Xi? A fallen Golden Core cultivator, looking old and frail. I’ve seen him before…”

Chen Yao looked at the nobles and found that they were also filled with horror.

It seems that Pang Xi's appearance and even his cultivation level have changed drastically, which is shocking news for the entire Jinchang City.

"Could it be because of the Pang family's martial arts technique?"

What other reasons could there be?

Chen Yao thought for a moment and then reminded Jiang Bailin.

Jiang Bailin bit his lip with his white teeth and squinted at Pang Xi.

Pang Xi raised his sleeve and pointed at the Golden Dragon Ancestor.

The Golden Dragon Ancestor suddenly raised his head, and his furious face receded like the tide, revealing his true appearance. His murderous aura instantly filled the sky.

The floating nobles were in an uproar, and then retreated a hundred feet.

“Jiang family’s Golden Dragon Ancestor, I have met you before.”

Pang Xi smiled.

The Golden Dragon Ancestor slowly stood up, his massive and robust body gradually opening the cage, the sturdy and hard mixed gold cage emitting a painful and twisted hiss.

But he stood up very slowly, clearly because what bound him was not just the cage.

The giant, floating atop the cage, lowered its large sleeves, but slowly raised them back up.

A loud, harsh, metallic hiss.

The Golden Dragon Ancestor has completely broken free from the cage, and it seems that he has also broken free from the constraints.

With a shout, he raised his arm, and countless cages around him shattered into pieces.

The surviving civilians rushed out; instead of fleeing, they immediately picked up the gold fragments from the pool of blood and threw them at Pang Xi, who was closest to them.

When the fragments of gold struck Pang Xi's magnificent and exquisite brocade robe, he was stunned.

It seemed like a long time before he realized that these things, which he could crush with a single finger, actually dared to hit him.

He stared blankly at the wounded and disabled civilians who were eyeing him menacingly.

The listless civilians watching from the periphery stared blankly at their compatriots, whom they could hardly recognize.

A commoner shouted angrily, "Look! Even immortals bleed!"

A sharp, metallic streak flew into the sky, grazing Pang Xi's face, and blood slowly seeped from the wound.

Pang Xi was still in a daze, but the sleeve that was aimed at the Golden Dragon Ancestor had already turned towards that person.

The man, however, remained completely unfazed.

“Kill me, and others will follow. You can bleed, and we can kill you…”

Before he could finish speaking, his head exploded.

The woman beside him let out a mournful cry like a mother beast, picked up the gold fragments, and threw them at Pang Xi's feet with hatred.

The surviving civilians on the ground also picked up the gold fragments and threw them at Pang Xi.

"Kill the immortal!"

"Kill the immortal!"

"Kill the immortal!"

The remaining fragments were all deflected by Pang Xi, but the morale of the civilians grew stronger and stronger. They were fearless and their shouts grew louder with each attack.

Later on, even the timid and dejected commoners began to show a spark in their eyes.

The increasing blood beneath their feet was no longer a deadly poison, but a fire that ignited the hatred in their hearts.

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"Hahahahahaha!"

The Golden Dragon Ancestor laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

Pang Xi suddenly pointed at the golden dragon.

One of the golden dragon's arms exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

But his laughter did not stop.

Jiang Bailin and Chen Yao were surprised that the golden dragon did not resist, and each of them used their magical artifacts to rush over.

Only when they reached Pangxi's feet did they understand why the golden dragon did not resist.

Because the spiritual energy within the body is rapidly depleting.

Chapter 148 The Golden Dragon's Relic

In this situation, the fact that Jinlong was able to break free of the cage is already astonishing enough.

Moreover, he managed to control Pang Xi for a short period of time, which is why the fragments thrown by the civilians managed to injure him.

"Ancestor, how are you?"

Jiang Bailin stood in front of Jinlong, the silver hairpin in his hand flickering erratically.