Chapter 1845: Chapter 1848: Seeking Trouble

Young Master Heng Long’s face was incomparably cold, truly enraged, as a heaven‑shocking Dragon Wei burst out.

"Go die for me!"

He suddenly struck without warning, a surge of Dragon Power gathering in his palm, slamming down with a boom as it transformed into a dragon claw that blasted straight toward Chu Fengmian.

From that dragon claw, Chu Fengmian could see the profound mysteries of the Ancestor’s Second Style.

This Young Master Heng Long was indeed extremely gifted; with the Realm of a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, to have comprehended the secrets of the Ancestor’s Second Style already made him an absolute genius of the Ancient Battle Dragon Clan.

Especially since the bloodline in Young Master Heng Long’s body was that of an Ancient Dragon King; the stronger the bloodline, the more terrifying the power when driving the Ancestor’s Nine Styles.

Under this claw, even a Martial Artist at the Half‑step Heavenly Human Realm would have to retreat, not daring to take it head‑on.

Seeing Young Master Heng Long suddenly attack, the Martial Artists and demon gods in the palace all hastily backed away, afraid of being caught in the aftermath.

Even a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, if brushed by Young Master Heng Long’s might, would fall into a state of utter doom.

"That brat actually dared speak to Young Master Heng Long like that? In Huanlong City, to provoke Young Master Heng Long—does he have a death wish?"

"Foolish. To dare make a move here, is he not afraid of the Canglong Sect?"

"In my opinion, this brat is most likely from some remote star domain, a nobody who doesn’t know how terrifying the Canglong Sect is."

"That brat is finished. To dare talk to Young Master Heng Long like that, even if he doesn’t die, his Realm will be crippled."

Countless onlooking Martial Artists and demon gods all shook their heads as they looked at Chu Fengmian, feeling that he was being irrational.

In Huanlong City, if you run into Disciples of the Canglong Sect, you should swallow the loss even if you suffer a bit; otherwise, with the Canglong Sect Disciples’ extremely protective nature, you’ll only invite calamity.

The Canglong Sect Disciples at Young Master Heng Long’s side had also retreated to one side, all with the expression of watching a good show, waiting to see how Chu Fengmian would be killed by Young Master Heng Long.

From the very first move, Young Master Heng Long showed not the slightest mercy; it was an absolute killing strike, aimed straight at Chu Fengmian’s heart, closing in on him in an instant.

Just as that dragon claw was about to tear Chu Fengmian to shreds, Chu Fengmian suddenly moved. He likewise raised his hand, Spiritual Power gathering and transforming into a dragon claw that blasted out.

The two dragon claws collided in midair.

Boom!

A violent collision of Spiritual Power.

The dragon claw unleashed by Young Master Heng Long shattered with a rumble, and his figure staggered back several steps before he could withstand the rebound force.

On the other side, however, Chu Fengmian still stood where he was, unmoving. In this first exchange, Chu Fengmian had the upper hand.

"Young Master Heng Long fell into the disadvantage?"

"This brat is that strong? He also looks like a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, yet he can force Young Master Heng Long into the disadvantage?"

"Could this person be a genius from some Sacred Domain?"

The Martial Artists and demon gods on the side were all startled by the outcome of this clash; no one had expected Chu Fengmian to take the upper hand.

Young Master Heng Long, forced back, was the same. An expression of utter disbelief appeared in his eyes.

In that exchange, he could feel that the power Chu Fengmian used should be on par with his own, yet Chu Fengmian still had the advantage. That meant Chu Fengmian surpassed him in comprehension of Dragon Clan Martial Techniques.

For Young Master Heng Long to become Young Master of the Canglong Sect, his talent was astonishing. In comprehension of Dragon Clan Martial Techniques, he could be considered top‑tier among Canglong Sect Disciples, yet he had just suffered a loss.

This was something he had not anticipated at all. He had originally thought Chu Fengmian only possessed a Dragon Clan bloodline because he’d obtained some fortuitous encounter.

He had seen plenty of Martial Artists who gained strength through such encounters, so he had never taken Chu Fengmian seriously.

He had thought he could kill Chu Fengmian with a single move, but instead he had been the one to suffer.

"Brat, it seems I underestimated you after all—but today, you still must die!"

A colder, more sinister smile surfaced on Young Master Heng Long’s face. He let out a loud roar, and suddenly countless dragon scales grew all over his body.

In the blink of an eye, right there in the palace, Young Master Heng Long transformed into a dragon‑man.

Though his form was still humanoid, in power and outward appearance he was no different from the Dragon Clan.

This was not the dragonification that had appeared when Chu Fengmian cultivated the Battle Dragon Technique before, but rather the sign of Young Master Heng Long’s power erupting.

Young Master Heng Long was not a human Martial Artist with a Dragon Clan bloodline, but a pure Dragon Clan being; transforming into his dragon body was when he was at his most fearsome.

With a humanoid dragon body, the aura on Young Master Heng Long’s body surged severalfold.

Boom!

Having transformed into his dragon body, Young Master Heng Long charged toward Chu Fengmian in an instant, slamming into him viciously.

With such a massive impact, even a Heaven‑rank Spiritual Artifact would be smashed to pieces. Especially with him suddenly striking in this palace, his speed was so great that it was virtually impossible to defend.

"Be careful!"

Princess Hai said nervously.

She had also heard of Young Master Heng Long’s ferocity before.

"It’s nothing. A mere Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, and he wants to be my enemy?"

Chu Fengmian laughed loudly. Facing the charging Young Master Heng Long, he suddenly threw a punch.

Bang!

That punch contained the Power of Stars of heaven and earth. At the moment it blasted out, it was like a meteor, colliding with Young Master Heng Long’s body.

Bang!

Explosions rang out in succession.

At the instant Young Master Heng Long’s body collided with Chu Fengmian’s fist, he came to an abrupt halt.

This impact that could smash even Heaven‑rank Spiritual Artifacts could not even shake Chu Fengmian’s fist.

Instead, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of Young Master Heng Long’s mouth.

"Scram!"

Boom!

With a surge of force from Chu Fengmian’s fist wind, Young Master Heng Long’s body was directly blasted back, retreating dozens of steps before he barely managed to stop and steady himself.

At the corner of Young Master Heng Long’s mouth, faint bloodstains were clearly visible.

"Young Master?"

The Canglong Sect demon gods beside Young Master Heng Long, as well as the onlooking Martial Artists and demon gods, were all dumbfounded, hardly able to believe what they were seeing.

Young Master Heng Long had actually suffered loss after loss at Chu Fengmian’s hands, and had now been sent flying by a single punch from Chu Fengmian.

They knew Young Master Heng Long’s strength all too well. Although he was only at the Peak of the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor Realm, if it came to actual combat, with his savagery, even Martial Artists at the Half‑step Heavenly Human Realm would have to retreat in fear.

They absolutely wouldn’t dare to take Young Master Heng Long’s power head‑on.

Yet now Chu Fengmian had directly crushed Young Master Heng Long in a frontal clash. If Chu Fengmian were a Half‑step Heavenly Human Realm powerhouse, no one would have been surprised, but Chu Fengmian was only a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, the same Realm as Young Master Heng Long.

To defeat Young Master Heng Long with the Realm of a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor—among the Young Masters of the Canglong Sect, there were not many who could accomplish that.