"This Longyuan Ancient Sword is so powerful?"
Long Aotian also widened his eyes, frightened by the power of the sword, his eyes full of disbelief.
Although he was confident that he could fight the Black Fox Saint with the Ancient Sword of Longyuan in his hand, he did not expect that the Ancient Sword of Longyuan was so powerful. With one strike of the sword, he almost cut the Black Fox Saint in half.
The Black Fox Saint looked extremely miserable. One of her arms and half of her body were reduced to ashes. Although she was a saint who could mobilize the power of heaven and earth and possessed extremely powerful life force, her flesh and blood squirmed all over her body and she soon grew a new arm, but she still lost a lot of her life force and her face turned pale.
whoosh!
At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of the Black Fox Saint. His eyes were indifferent and calm, but he gave the Black Fox Saint tremendous pressure.
"I... I give up!"
The Black Fox Saint smiled bitterly.
She didn't expect that Ling Xiao actually possessed the cultivation of a great sage, and his combat power was so terrifying that he sealed the Black Snake Sage and the Black Toad Sage in an instant.
Even Long Aotian, who looked like a soft persimmon, actually had a broken imperial weapon in his hand. The Black Fox Saint instantly lost all will to fight and admitted defeat decisively.
"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao... is too strong!"
The Black Dragon Saint's eyes were also filled with shock.
He found that he still underestimated Ling Xiao's cultivation. He did not expect that Ling Xiao was actually a great sage. He was also glad that his intuition was right again and he did not show any malice right from the start. Otherwise, his fate would probably be even more miserable than that of the Black Fox Saint.
A hint of awe involuntarily appeared in the eyes of the Black Dragon Saint.
For the demon race, the saying that the strong are respected may be even more true. Ling Xiao won the respect of the four demon saints with his strength!
"I will give you two choices now. The first is to hand over a trace of your life spirit and recognize my cousin Long Aotian as your master. The second is to destroy your soul and spirit completely!"
Ling Xiao said calmly as he looked at the Black Snake Saint, the Golden Toad Saint and the Black Fox Saint in front of him.
The three demon saints all felt a chill in their hearts. Although Ling Xiao's voice was very calm, they could hear the murderous intent in his words.
If they really dare to resist, Ling Xiao will really kill them!
"Sir, we are willing to acknowledge you as our master. He is only a half-saint..."
A trace of struggle appeared on the face of the Black Snake Saint, and he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I don't need trash like you. If you want to be my slave, you must at least be a Saint King! If you weren't still useful, I wouldn't be talking so much nonsense with you! It's your honor to recognize Long Aotian as your master. Now tell me your choice!"
Ling Xiao said in an extremely cold tone.
"Only a Saint King can be your servant?"
After hearing Ling Xiao's words, although the Black Snake Saint, the Golden Toad Saint, and the Black Fox Saint did not dare to refute, they were secretly criticizing Ling Xiao in their hearts, thinking that Ling Xiao was too arrogant.
But they also know that they no longer have any choice but to accept their fate.
"I am willing to acknowledge Lord Long Aotian as my master!"
The Black Snake Saint gritted his teeth and nodded.
The Golden Toad Saint and the Black Fox Saint struggled for a while, but in the end, the desire to live overwhelmed everything, and they nodded in agreement.
Buzz!
They all handed over their original spirits, which were refined by Long Aotian. From then on, their life and death were in Long Aotian's hands.
“Don’t be unconvinced! My cousin is right. His servants are at least Saint Kings! And I, Long Aotian, the future Dragon King of the Dragon Clan. It is your blessing and good fortune to be able to follow me!”
Although Long Aotian was delighted in his heart that he suddenly had three more slaves at the saint level, he still smiled proudly on the surface.
The three demon saints didn't agree with it, but Long Aotian had been to the Heavenly Prison Realm, so he naturally knew that what Ling Xiao said was true. Ling Xiao had more than a dozen Saint King servants under his command. If the three demon saints were allowed to go to the Heavenly Prison Realm, they would probably be scared half to death.
"The future Dragon King of the Dragon Clan?!"
The three demon saints were all shocked, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.
"You... you have the blood of the Ancestral Dragon?!"
The Black Dragon Saint was shaking all over and said with great excitement.
If one wants to become the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, one must possess the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. Since Long Aotian dared to say so, and Ling Xiao seemed to agree, this means that Long Aotian has the blood of the Ancestral Dragon!
You know, now in the entire dragon clan, apart from the current Dragon King, there are only three owners of the ancestral dragon bloodline.
"That's right! Fellow Daoist Black Dragon, Aotian does have the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. I am bringing him to the Dragon Clan this time because I want him to compete for the position of the next generation Dragon King!"
Ling Xiao smiled calmly.
"Competing for the next generation of Dragon King? How easy is that!"
The Black Dragon Saint smiled bitterly.
Even if Long Aotian possesses the blood of the Ancestral Dragon, he did not grow up in the dragon clan's ancestral land. How could those old monsters of the dragon clan allow Long Aotian to become the next generation Dragon King
If there was no owner of the Ancestral Dragon bloodline among the dragon clan, perhaps Long Aotian would still have a glimmer of hope, but now it can be said that the chances are slim.
Now the Black Dragon Saint regretted that he had agreed to take Ling Xiao and Long Aotian to the Dragon Clan's ancestral land. Isn't this just sending them to their deaths? The three owners of the ancestral dragon bloodline would probably be happy to get rid of Long Aotian.
But now the Black Dragon Saint didn’t dare to reject Ling Xiao directly. He could only smile bitterly and complain in his heart.
The three great demon saints and the black dragon saint had the same idea. Although the dragon clan was weak now, they had accumulated billions of years of experience and had an extremely deep foundation. How could the position of the Dragon King be decided by a mere saint
I'm afraid even the Holy King can't decide.
"Fellow Daoist Black Dragon, this is the dragon ball I promised to give you. Next, I'll trouble you to lead us to the ancestral land of the dragon clan!"
Ling Xiao smiled calmly, a six-colored dragon ball appeared in his hand, and he flicked his finger slightly, and it immediately flew towards the Black Dragon Saint.
The six-colored dragon ball represents the bloodline of the six-clawed dragon, but the Black Dragon Sage currently only has the bloodline of the three-clawed dragon. If he can refine this dragon ball, he may be able to evolve into a six-clawed dragon, and even his cultivation may be able to break through to the realm of the Great Sage.
If it were before, the Black Dragon Saint would have been extremely excited, but at this moment his excitement was completely diluted by worry. He could only smile bitterly and then took the six-colored dragon ball.
"The ancestral land of the dragon race is in the Wanlong Holy Mountain in the Eastern Wood Region. Ling Xiao Dao... Sir, let's set off!"
The Black Dragon Saint gritted his teeth and said to Ling Xiao, since he had agreed, they could only go to the dragon clan's ancestral land. He hoped that Ling Xiao could restrain himself when he arrived at the dragon clan's ancestral land. Otherwise, even if Long Aotian had the blood of the ancestral dragon, he might not be able to protect them.
"Okay! Let's go!"
Ling Xiao said with a faint smile.
(End of this chapter)