A Beinu gently shook her head. "A Beinu only wishes to cultivate the Dao now, to achieve the status of the strongest young generation's supreme, and to follow by my Lord's side in the future, campaigning for my Lord. As for matters of love and affection, A Beinu currently has no such thoughts whatsoever. Moreover, A Beinu also has many children."
Ye Chen shook his head with a wry smile. "A Beinu, the insectoid warriors are ultimately just beings born from devouring energy. They cannot be compared to true children. Those are born from the union with a beloved person."
"Is that so?" A Beinu said, staring blankly.
Seeing A Beinu's look of half-understanding, Ye Chen also felt somewhat helpless. However, he understood that it was impossible to change A Beinu's mindset all at once. Yet, he had already made up his mind; he absolutely could not let A Beinu remain alone for life. He must find her a good Dao companion.
Thus, not even an hour had passed before more than a dozen Heaven's Pride came forward to strike up conversations, only to be mercilessly rejected by A Beinu. Among them were several Earth Ranking Heaven's Pride.
At this time, Gu Jiuhua also encountered an acquaintance.
Though called an acquaintance, the other party did not show much friendliness. It was a middle-aged man who appeared gloomy, clad in luxurious robes, with purple scales on his glabella, clearly not of the human race but in human form. Surrounded by a crowd of followers, he stepped forward and sneered at Gu Jiuhua with a sinister laugh. "Oh, I never expected Fellow Daoist Gu Jiuhua to have come here as well. That truly surprises me."
Gu Jiuhua looked at the man before him with a dark expression, saying coldly, "What of it? If you, Luo Yingu, have the qualification to come, does Gu Jiuhua not have the qualification?"
Luo Yingu sneered. "I, Luo Yingu, am at least an elder of the Luo Tian Royal Clan. But what background do you have, Gu Jiuhua? The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan? A long-declined ancient clan?"
Beside him, the others who had followed chimed in with waves of mocking laughter. Clearly, they held the long-declined Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan in no regard.
Gu Jiuhua's expression was icy. The Luo Tian Royal Clan and the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan had a feud from the past.
Back then, when the Tyrant Dragon God Venerable was still alive, a peak Great Power from the Luo Tian Royal Clan offended the Tyrant Dragon God Venerable and was slain on the spot by the latter. The two sides had been sworn enemies ever since.
Later, the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan gradually declined and came to the Second Heaven Ancient Domain. The Luo Tian Royal Clan was in the Eighth Heaven Ancient Domain, separated by several Heaven Ancient Domains, so they had coexisted peacefully all these years.
It was just unexpected that they would meet today at the Longevity Hall.
Gu Jiuhua said coldly, "So what if my Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan has declined? We are ultimately the descendants of the Ancestor God who led the Myriad Races out of the Dark Blood Era. Why does your Luo Tian Royal Clan, a royal clan that rose later, have the qualification, while our ancient clan, descendants of an Ancestor God, does not?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Yingu seemed to have heard the biggest joke and laughed heartily, though his face remained sinister. "What? Descendants of an Ancestor God? Indeed, the Chixue Dragon Emperor of that era was peerless, one of the peak powerhouses of the Dark Blood Era. But what does the current Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan amount to? How can it be compared to my Luo Tian Royal Clan? Perhaps if a few dead old-timers crawled out of the Dragon Tomb, they might have some qualification."
"Elder Yingu is right! The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan has long been in decline. How can it be compared to our Luo Tian Royal Clan?"
"Elder Yingu is an elder of our Luo Tian Royal Clan, his status far surpassing that of any elder from the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan!"
Several people around Luo Yingu snickered in agreement, then turned to mock the decline of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan.
Gu Qingyang clenched his fists tightly, wanting to charge forward.
"Luo Yingu, you've gone too far!" Gu Jiuhua shouted, drawing the attention of many in the Longevity Hall. He held reverence for the ancestors buried in the Dragon Tomb; how could he allow others to desecrate them? He said coldly, "Remember, without my Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan's ancestor, the Chixue Dragon Emperor, back then, whether the Dark Blood Era could truly have ended is debatable. Perhaps there would have been no later Luo Tian Royal Clan either. What qualification do you have to compare yourself to my Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan?"
Hearing this, many major powers in the Longevity Hall nodded. Although the Dark Blood Era had passed for endless ages, the myriad races had many records of the darkness and suffering of that time.
Back then, it was thanks to the Ancestor Gods of the heavens sacrificing themselves, leading the Myriad Races to repel the Primordial Beast Calamity and establish the Ancestor God Pass, that the stability of later eras and the prosperity of the present age came to be.
For those Ancestor Gods who sacrificed themselves for all living beings and their descendants, even after endless ages, into the present era, the major clans of the world still held respect.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Luo Yingu's expression also changed. He hadn't expected Gu Jiuhua to utter such piercing words.
He merely darkened his expression and said, "So what about back then? This is no longer the Dark Blood Era. This is the great era where Emperor Clans and Immortal Clans jointly rule the world. Even if the Primordial Beast Calamity were to occur again in this era, the Myriad Races would not fear it. Your so-called ancient clans are merely remnants clinging to survival in this era, fallen clans that have no right to exist."
He glanced at Gu Qingyang beside him, then at Ye Chen and the others, and sneered coldly. "Is this the so-called Heaven's Pride of your Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan? A few weak, mere Heavenly Kings? Utterly unremarkable. If that's not decline and weakness, what is? Let me show you the Heaven's Pride of my Luo Tian Royal Clan!"
With that, a figure suddenly stepped out from beside Luo Yingu. He was tall and slender, with black hair tied in a crown, his face extremely cold and stern. His eyebrows were like heavenly blades crossing the sky, his gaze sharp and piercing. The entire person seemed like a heavenly blade, exuding an intangible, indestructible might akin to a heavenly blade. Even ordinary Great Powers dared not approach.
On his back, he carried a fearsome warblade, making him even more unapproachable, his blade aura oppressive!
"The Ancient Luo King, Luo Wusheng!"
Beside him, Gu Qingyang exclaimed in shock, clearly recognizing Luo Wusheng. He had to know him, for this Luo Wusheng was like Jian Tian of the Bone Demon Clan—a super Heaven's Pride ranked within the top hundred of the Earth Ranking, said to be at the high-level young generation's supreme tier, striving to advance towards the strongest young generation's supreme.
It was said he had great hope of achieving the status of the strongest young generation's supreme, with the qualification to be compared to the Emperor Sons and Emperor Daughters of the 108 Ancient God Clans and the children of the Immortal Dao.
Facing the Ancient Luo King Luo Wusheng, Gu Qingyang's entire face paled. He felt an indescribably immense pressure, as if countless great mountains and peaks were crushing down, making it difficult for him to even breathe. His face turned deathly pale as he staggered back several steps.
Gu Jiuhua naturally would not allow his son to be bullied. He stepped forward, directly blocking that oppressive aura, but his expression also changed.
He felt the blade aura rushing towards him, emanating from within. With one look, he knew this Ancient Luo King before him had cultivated the Blade Dao to the Creation Realm. That fearsome blade aura seemed capable of tearing apart the bodies of ordinary Great Powers, extremely terrifying, posing a greater threat than Hua Yuntian from before.
However, he was, after all, a Crimson Scale Demon Dragon and a Fifth Heaven Great Power, superior to the other party, so he withstood it head-on.
Luo Yingu, however, sneered sinisterly. "Gu Jiuhua, is this your son? Truly pathetic. The moment my clan's Ancient Luo King appears, he retreats. If he faced him directly, he'd probably be slain by my clan's Luo Wusheng in a single round—not even a match for one exchange!"
Gu Jiuhua's face darkened, but he had no words to retort, for that was indeed the truth. Gu Qingyang was only a Triple Heaven Heavenly King, while the other party, the Ancient Luo King, was at least a Triple Heaven Great Power or above, differing by more than a whole major realm. How could they be compared?
"Kill!"
The Ancient Luo King Luo Wusheng coldly uttered a single word. Suddenly, boundless killing intent erupted. He did not draw the great blade from his back. Instead, his eyes focused instantly, and vast blade aura condensed, forming an intangible warblade that easily tore through the void, slashing towards Gu Qingyang like lightning.
"You dare!"
Gu Jiuhua's expression changed, wanting to block it, but Luo Yingu stepped in front of him.
"Luo Yingu!" Gu Jiuhua roared, his entire being erupting in rage. But Luo Yingu said coldly, "Gu Jiuhua, this is a contest of the younger generation. Don't forget the Myriad Races Covenant!"
Hearing this, Gu Jiuhua's face instantly paled. The Myriad Races Covenant stipulated that in contests of the younger generation, the older generation must not easily intervene; otherwise, it would provoke condemnation from the Myriad Races.
If that happened, the entire Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan would likely be annihilated.
Gu Jiuhua could not bear such an outcome.
Yet, sacrificing his own son was also something Gu Jiuhua was unwilling to do.
Boom—
The fearsome intangible warblade instantly slashed before Gu Qingyang. The terrifying blade aura even tore the void, creating a massive spatial rift that drew the attention of all sides.
"Bullying the weak with strength, the strong oppressing the small—isn't that a bit excessive?"
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly rang out. Then, before Gu Qingyang, a tall and slender figure appeared. It was Ye Chen, facing the blade aura without fear, actually stepping forward to block this fearsome blade aura for Gu Qingyang.
Seeing this scene, many people secretly shook their heads. The Ancient Luo King Luo Wusheng was a super Heaven's Pride ranked within the top hundred of the Earth Ranking, at least a Triple Heaven Great Power or above, and moreover a high-level young generation's supreme, capable of fighting across at least two heavens. Even if Gu Jiuhua personally intervened, he might not be able to fight him. For this unknown young man to step forward and block was rather unwise—absolutely a suicidal act.
In the minds of many, though they felt some pity, they believed this person was undoubtedly doomed.
However, the next moment shattered all perceptions. Facing that fearsome blade aura that would make even a Fourth Heaven Great Power slightly wary, Ye Chen merely smiled faintly and softly uttered, "Vanish!"
As if his word was law, it was visible to the naked eye. The fearsome blade aura that could easily shatter the void suddenly shattered after Ye Chen uttered that word.
And it shattered silently, as if it had never existed, without the slightest sound.
The entire hall was stunned!