Chapter 1370: The Birth of the Nine Dragons

Waiting for the Nine Dragons to come? This is an all-out war against the Wang Clan!

The emergence of the Nine Dragons is no different from Wang Changsheng himself stepping out of seclusion. For when the Nine Dragons strike together, they are invincible—this has always been the legend.

Now, the Celestial Academy has slain the eldest son of the Second Dragon without mercy, signaling a complete and irrevocable break.

“This… is a catastrophe. The Wang Clan will surely unleash their thunderous wrath, mobilizing armies to march upon the Celestial Academy. The heavens will collapse, the earth will split!” sighed a member of an immortal lineage. This was undeniably a grave provocation—how could the Wang Clan let it slide?

Yet, the parties involved—Shi Hao, the Heavenly Horned Ant, and the five veteran soldiers—remained eerily calm, showing no signs of panic.

At this moment, the thousands of Wang Clan warriors fell into chaos, their formation crumbling without their leader. In truth, their battle array had already been shattered by the five veterans.

“Kill them! Avenge Patriarch Wang Zhen!” someone roared. Among the ranks, a few commanders rallied the troops to charge forward.

“With such strength, yet wasted on the wrong path—subdue them all!” The elder left behind by the Celestial Academy darkened his expression, ready to act.

But the five veterans moved faster. They raised their battle flags, and with a resounding *boom*, crushed over five hundred warriors in an instant, reducing them to bloody mist.

These were flags that had witnessed the Immortal War, having fought against the foreign realm at the borderlands. The fact that these five survived was no accident—they were true veterans of countless battles.

In such a confrontation, the so-called elite warriors of the Wang Clan paled in comparison, appearing far too green and inexperienced.

“Die, or submit!” Shi Hao bellowed, giving them a choice.

“You… dare threaten the Wang Clan?” someone protested, trying to invoke Wang Changsheng’s name as intimidation.

“I never threaten—I act directly. I’ve slain enough of the Wang Clan to not care for your empty threats,” Shi Hao retorted.

“You—” The man fell silent.

“If you don’t wish to die, drop your weapons and kneel!” Shi Hao commanded.

The five veterans struck again, this time not to kill but to suppress. Every weapon flew from their hands, and an overwhelming pressure forced them to the ground, prostrating at the veterans’ feet.

The remaining three thousand troops were subdued!

Wang Zhen had come with great fanfare, only to meet a swift and humiliating end—his forces captured, his leadership obliterated.

“Even if you fear not death, your loyalty is blind and foolish. You serve the Wang Clan, not the Nine Heavens now facing calamity. By sowing chaos within, you are all sinners in a sense!” the Celestial Academy elder declared.

Soon, these men were sentenced—exiled to the borderlands to fight.

“By what right? We are of the Wang Clan—you have no authority over us!” a commander roared in defiance.

“Then die!” Shi Hao swung his sword, beheading the man and shattering his soul in a spray of blood.

His decisiveness left no room for hesitation.

The remaining Wang Clan members trembled in fear. Though they claimed to fear no death, none truly wished to die—especially not at the hands of this demonic youth.

For Shi Hao killed without hesitation, sparing none, not even those of immortal lineages.

“While the elites of all clans march to the borderlands to fight, where is the Wang Clan?” Shi Hao demanded, glaring at them. “You delay, you stir chaos within. Now we have reason to believe the Wang Clan conspires with the enemy, aiding the foreign realm!”

“You slander us!” a commander paled, shouting. Such an accusation, if proven, would leave the Wang Clan ostracized and hunted by all.

“Then prove your innocence. Send your armies to reinforce the borderlands!” Shi Hao challenged.

With that, he turned his gaze to the horizon and sat cross-legged.

What was he doing?

Soon, it became clear—Shi Hao was truly waiting for the Wang Clan!

Would the Nine Dragons appear? This was the question on everyone’s lips. If they came, the heavens would tremble!

News of Wang Zhen’s death and the capture of three thousand Wang Clan warriors spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of the great clans across the Nine Heavens.

The uproar was immense, a tidal wave of shock.

All were stunned—how could Shi Hao dare to provoke so recklessly?

At the same time, many grew wary. The Wang Clan had indeed not sent troops to the borderlands. Could there be truth to the accusations?

This was a dire situation, forcing every clan to take notice.

If the Wang Clan had turned traitor, it would be an unparalleled disaster. The ancient beings remaining in the Nine Heavens began secret discussions—this could not be ignored.

“Rumors say crimson mists rise over the Wang Clan, bloodlight surges—a supreme elder has emerged in fury!”

“The Nine Dragons are on the move, seeking to raze the Celestial Academy!”

Such whispers spread like wildfire, shaking the world.

Who in this world would dare threaten the Celestial Academy, founded by Meng Tianzheng, the invincible of this era?

Only the Nine Dragons would be so brazen, so ruthless—this was their way.

Soon, the rumors were confirmed. A colossal warship tore through the void, soaring toward the Celestial Academy, its killing intent suffocating the skies.

The Wang Clan’s supreme beings had come—the Nine Dragons were here!

This was a storm of unprecedented scale.

None had expected it to escalate this far. The Nine Dragons, who had not left the Wang Clan’s sacred grounds for centuries, were now marching to war.

“The Celestial Academy shall fall! You dare imprison my kin, slay my descendants? Perish utterly!” A thunderous roar echoed from the shattered void.

This was Wang Er, the Second Dragon, a supreme expert standing at the prow, his gray-white hair whipping in the wind, his body shrouded in chaos, his killing intent shaking the heavens.

“That little troublemaker Shi Hao has brought ruin upon the Celestial Academy,” murmured an ancient being observing from the shadows.

“Something feels off. That boy wouldn’t act so recklessly. Is this a test to see if the Wang Clan truly harbors treasonous intent?”

“With all these events converging—first the Wang Clan’s pressure, then the Celestial Academy’s retaliation—are they probing the Wang Clan’s true strength?”

Such were the speculations of the ancients, but they soon fell silent as their own elders summoned them for urgent discussions.

“Woo—”

An ancient warship, vast as a star, wreathed in immortal mist and chaos, appeared above the Celestial Academy in an instant.

Its shadow engulfed the land, casting all into darkness.

The Wang Clan had arrived. The Nine Dragons descended with divine might, gazing down upon all below.

The ship’s aura made creatures tremble for hundreds of thousands of miles, its pressure unbearable.

The vessel, stained dark red with the blood of the mighty, was Wang Changsheng’s personal flagship—now commanded by the Nine Dragons.

“How many of the Nine Dragons have come? All nine?” whispered a hidden observer, heart trembling.

To all, the Nine Dragons were already legends—supreme experts who, united, were nigh unstoppable.

“Celestial Academy, your sins are boundless! You harm my kin, slay my descendants—repay this in blood!” a voice boomed.

From the warship emerged a towering figure, his form stretching into the heavens like a colossus.

This was his divine manifestation, reaching immeasurable heights, radiating terrifying power.

“First, let the Celestial Academy’s grounds be erased—they no longer deserve to exist!” roared the figure—Wang Er, the Second Dragon.

“Boom!”

The Nine Heavens quaked, the Boundless Heaven cracking as if the world itself would shatter.

In Wang Er’s hand appeared a halberd, its killing light boundless, its immortal aura overwhelming—ready to cleave the realm asunder.

“Heavens! That’s the Wang Clan’s supreme treasure—their immortal weapon, the *Halberd of Eternal Life*!”