Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 351 - 27: A Battle of Kings, So Arrogant!

"No surprise, this woman must be affiliated with Jin Min, trying to mess with me before the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition!"

"I wonder what problem lies with that mystical medicine, Jingyuan Pill..."

As countless thoughts raced through Luo Cheng’s mind, he glanced at Lin Zhidong.

Lin Zhidong noticed this and assumed Luo Cheng’s thoughts were fixated on the Jingyuan Pill. Immediately, he glared fiercely and coldly said:

"In the battle earlier, I consumed too much energy! I need to take two Jingyuan Pills. Is there a problem?"

"There’s no problem."

Luo Cheng gently shook his head.

"Hmph!"

Lin Zhidong snorted coldly and no longer looked at Luo Cheng.

Seeing that Lin Zhidong showed no unusual behavior, Luo Cheng withdrew his gaze as well.

Jin Min seemed intent on ensuring Luo Cheng’s humiliation during the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition. Even if the Jingyuan Pill were problematic, its effects wouldn’t manifest immediately.

For now, it’s best to watch and wait.

Closing his eyes, Luo Cheng resumed his cultivation, processing the insights he had gained from the shifting formations of the Sea of Clouds earlier that day.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, two Skywind Eagles soared into the sky, continuing their journey.

By noon, the Skywind Eagles descended through the cloud layers, gradually reducing speed.

Below them, a scene appeared before Luo Cheng’s eyes, instantly shocking him.

What lay ahead was an endless expanse of desert.

Pits of various sizes scattered across the desert’s surface—when viewed from above, they resembled fist marks and palm imprints!

Directly below them stood a towering mountain peak, rising abruptly from the ground!

The mountain reached over two thousand meters in height, its entire surface gleaming in the sunlight with a radiant golden-red hue. It resembled a colossal jade-glass gemstone. As they approached, an invisible pressure swept over them, suffocating everyone!

Luo Cheng noticed that some flying creatures dared not approach the mountain, deliberately steering away!

"That’s the Jinyu Peak down below!"

Chen Xuan observed the astonished looks on everyone’s faces and laughed as he explained: "Legend has it that thousands of years ago, this place was once a vibrant and verdant plain."

"One fateful day, two Body Refinement Kings fought here. Their battle shook the heavens and tore the earth, turning the plain into a desert. In their final decisive clash, they altered the land’s formation and created this mountain, Jinyu Peak!"

"Located at the boundary of the Three Sects’ territories, it later became the venue for the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition held over successive generations."

"A battle of kings!"

Looking at the majestic Jinyu Peak below, Luo Cheng opened his mouth but said nothing.

Chen Lingyu couldn’t help but ask, "Who won that battle in the end?"

Elder Chen Xuan shook his head. "No one knows. There are many rumors. Some say the fight lasted an entire day and night without a clear victor. Others claim one king perished here, that his royal blood soaked the earth, and his will fused with this land. Which version is true has become impossible to verify."

"We’ve arrived. Let’s disembark!"

With Elder Chen Xuan’s command, the Skywind Eagles dove downward.

Below Jinyu Peak was a vast open space where thousands of people had already gathered.

Their attire varied, and the emblems on their chests differed, signifying their affiliations to various forces.

Most belonged to the Great Yue Dynasty.

A smaller portion came from neighboring dynasties and factions!

Whoosh!

Amid tempestuous winds, the Skywind Eagles descended to the ground.

"Skywind Eagles! Members of the Xuanyuan Sect have arrived!"

All eyes turned toward them.

"Those are the Outer Disciple Ten of the Xuanyuan Sect? Pretty mediocre!"

"Eh? Is that someone who just broke through to the Tongxuan Realm’s Third Layer? And he’s so young! Could he actually be one of the Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Disciple Ten too?"

Among them, Chen Lingyu and the others were all at the peak of the Tongxuan Realm’s Third Layer.

Luo Cheng significantly stood out among them.

Many people concentrated their gazes on Luo Cheng.

"Haha! If my guess is correct, he must be Luo Cheng—Outer Sect’s Chief Disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect this year! And I’ve heard rumors that he awakened a Wasted Martial Soul!"

"Awakened a Wasted Martial Soul!? You must be joking!"

"I swear it’s true!"

"This proves the Xuanyuan Sect is steadily declining! Completely unable to rival the Fierce Cloud Sect or Luoxia Sect. This year’s Three Sects Martial Arts Competition will surely see them at the bottom again!"

"Oh, no doubt. Hua Jingyang or Yan Qingshuang alone could take on ten of them effortlessly!"

The murmurs in the crowd were full of disdain for the Xuanyuan Sect.

Ninth Elder’s face turned livid with anger.

He knew well that the Xuanyuan Sect had ranked last for several years in the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition, frequently criticized for it.

But until now, the mockery had stayed behind closed doors! Now they dared to openly ridicule them—it was outrageous!

The other Xuanyuan Sect disciples didn’t look much better either.

Suddenly.

Chirp!

A piercing cry echoed through the skies.

Everyone looked upward.

The southern sky’s cloud layers suddenly seemed ignited, glowing a fiery red.

Between the clouds, there were two massive flying birds.

The birds were covered in feathers of crimson and gold. Their figures were majestic, and their wingspan was tens of meters across, resembling blazing fire soaring in the heavens!

"The Fiery Fire Birds of the Fierce Cloud Sect! Members of the Fierce Cloud Sect have arrived!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Haha! So, the Xuanyuan Sect managed to arrive first! You came first, but your ranking will no doubt be dead last! Isn’t that embarrassing?"

Loud laughter echoed from the skies.

With the laughter, a Fiery Fire Bird swooped downward, heading straight for where the Xuanyuan Sect members stood. Its dive showed no signs of slowing down!

In an instant, blazing and oppressive heat enveloped the land as rolling waves of hot air caused Luo Cheng and others’ robes to flutter violently.

Luo Cheng squinted through the swirling sand, narrowing his gaze at the middle-aged man leading atop the Fiery Fire Bird.

The man wore a Purple Gold Robe embroidered with the golden trim of the Fierce Cloud Sect at his sleeves. His high cheekbones and sharp, predatory eyes marked him clearly—Sun Yingyang!

Chirp!

The Skywind Eagles, naturally aggressive creatures, took offense at the provocation. They immediately raised their heads, letting out furious cries as their feathers flared open. A thick aura of Demon Qi surged, staring down the incoming Fiery Fire Bird.

"Sun Yingyang! Get down here now, or I’ll roast you and this stupid bird together!"

Boom!

Ninth Elder, fuming with suppressed rage, finally erupted. In his hand, a long spear ignited with blazing flames, sweeping out a ferocious streak of destructive spear energy that charged straight toward the Fiery Fire Bird.

"Hmph!"

Sun Yingyang’s eyebrows twitched as his glowing fingers formed a claw. He swiped through the air, sending a flaming Xuan Eagle roaring outward.

Boom!

The two forces collided mid-air, detonating and shaking the entire space.

"Get back! The Xuanyuan Sect and Fierce Cloud Sect are at it again!"

People nearby, aware of the feud between the two sects, quickly retreated to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

The Fiery Fire Bird landed as more than a dozen figures leapt off it.

Sun Yingyang smirked at Ninth Elder, dusted off his sleeves, and said with a chuckle:

"Cheng Han, all these years and your temper is still as hotheaded as ever. Sadly, your skills seem to have stagnated."

Ninth Elder erupted with anger. "Is that so? Name the time and place, and we’ll settle this once and for all!"

"After the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition, then. Though I suspect you’ll be too disheartened by then."

Sun Yingyang sneered nonchalantly.

"Luo Cheng, that person is Hua Jingyang! The wielder of the Ten-star Spirit Martial Soul and the strongest Outer Disciple of the Fierce Cloud Sect!"

Chen Lingyu tugged on Luo Cheng’s sleeve gingerly, her eyes fixed on a particular youth among their opponents.

Luo Cheng followed her gaze.

A tall and elegantly dressed youth casually stood among the group, yet an aura of unmatched superiority radiated from him. His gaze, almost divine, observed the distant horizon as though waiting for something.

Luo Cheng stared at him for a while. Suddenly, Hua Jingyang turned his head and briefly glanced at him. His face twisted into an undeniable smirk of condescension before shifting his gaze away again, displaying his lofty disdain as though overlooking an ant.

"Such arrogance!"

Luo Cheng raised his brow.

At that moment, Sun Yingyang led several Fierce Cloud Sect Outer Disciples in their approach, laughing heartily:

"I heard that during this year’s Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Sect competition, a shocking upset occurred. Even the Chief Disciple was replaced! Let me take a good look at what kind of unrivaled genius emerge to claim your Sect’s Chief Disciple title!"