Five dragons, such mighty figures, were being beaten to the ground—this was like a fantasy tale, leaving everyone petrified.
The members of the various immortal clans who witnessed this scene were utterly speechless. What could they say? Tell themselves this wasn’t real? Yet it was happening right before their eyes.
*Crack!*
The crisp sound rang out as the five veterans struck mercilessly. Even the five dragons couldn’t withstand their blows—their flesh split, bones shattered.
Had it been anyone else daring to attack them, they would’ve been pulverized before even getting close, reduced to a bloody mist. Even though the five dragons’ cultivation was sealed, their bodies alone could form a protective field.
But now, they were like lambs, powerless against the five veterans.
“Ghosts of the Immortal Ancient, you should’ve dispersed long ago! How dare you humiliate us!” Wang Wu, hot-tempered as ever, roared in fury instead of backing down.
He trembled with rage, for this was an unprecedented humiliation—being pinned down and slapped across the face. Unthinkable!
Since ancient times, had any great figure ever suffered such disgrace?
At this moment, he wished he could self-destruct to end this torment. It was unbearable.
*Thud!*
One of the veterans swung his palm, then flicked his fingers, releasing a blade-light that severed Wang Wu’s head from his neck. Then, with a single finger, he aimed for the forehead—intent on killing.
“Stop! Don’t take his life!” Wang Si shouted in fear. He could see now—these veterans had become puppets, devoid of emotion, indifferent to the so-called immortal clans.
“Do you submit? Will you still bully others with your power?” the golden ant taunted.
Everyone was speechless. This little troublemaker wasn’t done yet? The five dragons were already on the brink of death. For them, this shame was worse than death.
“Enough,” the Grand Elder commanded, halting the veterans.
“Letting them go just like that? Aren’t we raising tigers to bite us later?” the golden ant protested. These five dragons were clearly trouble—they’d seek revenge.
“They are masters, rare in this world. Such men should not be treated this way,” the Grand Elder said.
“Meng Tianzheng, are you trying to mend relations now? Where was this attitude earlier?!” Wang San bellowed, his fury making his hair stand on end.
*Bang!*
The Grand Elder kicked him, sending him flying. His bones cracked, over a dozen snapping instantly, worsening his injuries.
“You—!” Wang San was both shocked and enraged.
“I pleaded for mercy to spare you further suffering—not to lower my stance, nor to let you run wild. If Wang Changsheng failed to discipline you, I don’t mind taking the time to teach you a lesson,” the Grand Elder said coldly.
“Then what do you want?” Wang San glared.
“Keep your lives useful—go to the Borderlands and kill enemies!” the Grand Elder declared.
The five dragons of the Wang Clan froze, then understood.
The spectators gasped, realizing the Grand Elder’s plan—to send them all to the Borderlands, where their formidable strength could be used in battle.
This was exile. Once sent there, they might never return, destined to die in war.
“Meng Tianzheng, this is… personal vengeance! You’re sending us to our deaths!”
“Meng Tianzheng, is this your decision alone? It should be left to the clans!” Wang Da and Wang Er shouted in panic. If they went down that path, would they survive?
“Silence!” The Grand Elder kicked them both, blood staining the sky. “All clans are fighting at the Borderlands. The Wang Clan hasn’t sent anyone yet—now it’s your turn!”
Then, his gaze turned icy. “But your attitude gives me a sliver of hope. I’ll trust you once more—that you haven’t betrayed us.”
“Elder, they’re acting! They should all be executed!” the golden ant cried.
“Nonsense! You’re trying to kill us! Unacceptable! I demand to speak to my clan, to my family!” Wang San yelled.
They refused to be sent to the Borderlands, unwilling to face death. They wanted Wang Changsheng to intervene.
“With such peerless skills, wasting them instead of killing enemies is a shame. It’s decided—the Wang Clan’s warship will head to the Borderlands!” the Grand Elder declared.
People sighed. The fate of the five dragons was sealed—they were bound for war.
Many secretly rejoiced, especially those from immortal clans, relieved at the decision.
Only a few lamented not seeing all nine dragons of the Wang Clan together—what an invincible battle that would’ve been!
It was said that when the nine dragons united, none could rival them. But that sight remained unseen.
“No! I won’t submit! Not out of fear, but to consult my father! The Wang Clan can fight, but not under coercion—that’s humiliation!” Wang Wu roared.
“Exactly! We’ll fight at the Borderlands, but not like this!” Wang Si echoed.
“If you’re not afraid to die, then go. The sooner, the better. With your skills, you’ll achieve greatness there. Who knows? You might even gain great fortune!” the Grand Elder scolded.
“You—this is tyranny! You can’t do this!” Wang Er howled in rage.
The five dragons resisted, struggling and roaring in defiance.
Just then, celestial music filled the sky, auspicious lights bloomed, and a golden path stretched endlessly from beyond the heavens, descending upon them.
The crowd was stunned—this was an inter-realm passage!
Someone of supreme power had torn through space, arriving from another realm of the Nine Heavens into Boundless Heaven.
“The Jin Clan of Yu Yu Heaven!”
Someone recognized it instantly—the ancient chariot on the golden path bore the emblem of the Jin Clan, a formidable immortal lineage.
Hearts pounded, for this chariot belonged to one person alone—the clan’s Matriarch, an ancient crone of unimaginable power.
She was the Jin Clan’s ancestral founder, their strongest expert, with boundless magic.
Though the golden war chariot appeared dull and damaged, those were marks of past glories—it had endured two epochs!
Passed down from the previous era, it was the Matriarch’s personal vessel.
Now, it rumbled along the golden path, crossing from Clear Void Heaven into Boundless Heaven, arriving at Celestial Academy.
Only this chariot could traverse the Nine Heavens so effortlessly!
“Trouble’s coming,” someone murmured.
The immortal clans knew why she was here.
The Jin Clan had nurtured a peerless genius—Jin Zhan, training in the Sacred Academy, said to have shattered all ancient records, forging his own path. In the current era’s techniques, none could rival him—he surpassed all predecessors!
This Jin Zhan was betrothed to Wang Xi of the Wang Clan.
The union of the Wang and Jin Clans was a fearsome alliance, making even the mightiest factions wary.
“Matriarch Jin!” Even Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng grew solemn, watching the chariot.
“Greetings, Elder Meng!” An elderly woman stepped out—tall, her body bearing the marks of time, white-haired, wrinkled, her life force waning.
Had she unleashed even a wisp of her aura, the skies would’ve split, the earth sunk.
She restrained herself, conserving every drop of vitality.
“Elder Meng, I come to plead for mercy. Spare the five dragons,” Matriarch Jin said bluntly, her silver hair flowing, a third eye closed on her forehead.
A terrifying figure, unseen for millennia, she had come to save the five dragons.
The crowd sighed inwardly. The Wang and Jin Clans were truly united—Matriarch Jin had intervened.
The Jin Clan was a behemoth, and Matriarch Jin a legend who once illuminated the ancient era, unmatched in brilliance.
Though aged now, she remained fearsome, possibly still wielding invincible power.
All watched silently. Many didn’t want the five dragons pardoned, but with Matriarch Jin speaking, things were no longer simple.
Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng stared at her, then said coldly, “No.”
Just one word—a firm refusal.
“Elder Meng, you too have descendants. Can’t you show some leniency, think of the future, spare some face?” Matriarch Jin pressed, emphasizing the word “descendants.”
This shocked many—Grand Elder had offspring? Few had known.
Rumors said Meng Tianzheng never married, yet now it was revealed he had heirs!
“Are you threatening me?” the Grand Elder said icily.
“Not at all. I merely suggest empathy. Be merciful, give the younger generation a chance. Harmony in the Nine Heavens depends on it,” she replied gently, though her words carried an edge—a veiled threat.
“Enough talk. No one can change this!” the Grand Elder snapped. “My descendants are at the Borderlands. Life or death is their fate—to die there is their greatest honor!”
The crowd was moved, respect swelling in their hearts. The Grand Elder’s heirs were at the frontlines—such selflessness!
Everyone, whether hidden or present, felt deep reverence.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, divine light shimmered in the sky, accompanied by the chime of bells. Mythical beasts pulled chariots—four or five auras of immense power descended.
More ancient figures from immortal clans had arrived!
“We support Elder Meng’s decision!” several voices declared amidst swirling chaos and immortal mist.
With multiple clans backing him, Matriarch Jin’s expression shifted. Finally, she nodded. “Very well.”
*Boom!*
At that moment, a colossal gate opened at the horizon, unleashing an army—gleaming armor, blades shining, an elite force crossing through space!
“Just a few unfilial sons. Punish them as you will, Elder Meng. Send them to the Borderlands to atone. And the Wang Clan will contribute 100,000 elite troops!”
The voice came from beyond the gate—Wang Changsheng himself!
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