Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Seeing his wife's pained expression, Qinglong knew he had to make a decision. He took out a long sword and slashed at the dragon's body. Soon, the injured Qinglong was shrunk to a considerable size, and in some places, one could see the dragon bones.

Seeing his unconscious wife, Long Yan spat out the severed dragon flesh, which vanished in an instant. He then gently placed his wife on his back and chased after Chen Fusheng in the direction he had fled.

……

Having only escaped for 30,000 kilometers, he was caught up by the Azure Dragon. Looking at the Azure Dragon, which was thousands of miles away, his calm dragon head appeared somewhat ferocious. He slowly opened his mouth towards Chen Fusheng and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't kill you... I will make you live in purgatory for all eternity, suffering from the scorching flames every day, to repay the life of my son and the pain of my wife cutting off her flesh."

Chen Fusheng gently patted Zhu Wuneng to calm him down. Looking at the half-dragon body on Qinglong's body, he would have thought it was dead if it weren't still trembling. A chill ran down his spine. Although the result was remarkable, and a dragon was crippled in one fell swoop, it also completely aroused the other party's killing intent.

Although he knew that "Red Stream" wouldn't kill the other party, he didn't expect Azure Dragon to be so ruthless and decisive. Even if Azure Dragon survived, it would probably take tens of thousands of years to recover. Even if it recovered, Azure Dragon would be ruined. Physical injuries are easy to heal, but the foundation of his Dao is damaged. Unless there are miraculous pills, he will only be able to reach the peak of Demon Master in his lifetime. There is basically no hope of becoming a Demon Venerable.

His face remained calm, but he said sternly, "Fellow Daoist, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I don't know who killed your son, but I witnessed you personally carrying out the killing. You were ruthless towards the fellow Daoist on your body. You can't slander an innocent person!"

Zhu Wuneng's pig body swayed slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. It seems I was really too naive to have believed Chen Fusheng's understanding of thickness. If I were Qinglong, I probably would have exploded.

Zhu Wuneng's guess was correct. At this moment, the Azure Dragon was in full aura. Having experienced the pain of losing his son and with his wife still unconscious, and this shameless scoundrel in front of him was still mocking him, the dragon's eyes glared fiercely at Chen Fusheng. The dragon's head roared to the sky, and red covered its entire body. Even some of the dragon scales were damaged. It appeared directly a thousand meters away from Chen Fusheng.

"Teleportation? Isn't that a technique only Golden Immortals can master?" Chen Fusheng's eyelids twitched as he looked at Qinglong in disbelief.

Zhu Wuneng was also startled by Qinglong's actions and stopped in his tracks. At this point, it was no use trying to escape; he was just a sitting duck. He could only stop and face the situation. Fortunately, Chen Fusheng had crippled Qinglong beforehand. Looking at the crippled Qinglong's miserable state, he felt sorry for him. It was truly remarkable that Qinglong hadn't gone mad after all these years of cultivation.

"That's not teleportation, just a brief acceleration. He used his physical strength and magic to forcefully break through a small fragment of space. You can tell by looking at his body. This kind of method is too taxing and can easily damage one's foundation. Even the demon race doesn't use it much. I'll hold him off for now, you can assist him." With that, he took a step back and rushed forward. His pig body quickly grew larger, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall golden pig, its entire body shimmering with golden light. It was a large-sized, high-grade spirit robe specially made for him by Chen Fusheng. Most of the leopard skin of the leopard-headed man was used on this spirit robe.

As they drew near, Zhu Wu stood on his hind legs, opened his mouth wide, and a nine-toothed rake flew out, transforming into a hundred-foot-long object which he grabbed and strode confidently toward the Azure Dragon.

Bang, bang, bang, bang

……

Chen Fusheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. Looking at Qinglong, who was already locked in battle with Zhu Wuneng, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. Zhu Wuneng was originally only one realm lower than Qinglong, and their physical strength was not much different. However, now that they had two spiritual treasures in hand, their combat power was suddenly brought to the same level.

Qinglong looked at Zhu Wuneng in disbelief, then at the dragon claw. He had actually been injured first, and by a lowly demon who had defected to the human race.

"Ow~"

"Shameless scoundrel, you are a disgrace to the demon race! You actually abandoned the traditions of being a demon by relying on the power of your magic weapon. Moreover, I can smell the scent of my son on you, you little pig demon, die!"

Dragon Flame shot out at Zhu Wuneng, followed closely by Dragon Claw.

Zhu Wu looked at Long Yan, and with a swift stroke of his nine-toothed rake, he created a gaping hole in the water with a "bang," and delivered a powerful slash to the Azure Dragon's claw.

The two demons retreated at the same time. Zhu Wu looked at the nine-toothed rake in his hand and laughed. As for what Qinglong said about the shame of the demon race, what does it have to do with me? I am not a demon. It is better to have a good master. At least my body does not hurt when I fight!

He charged forward with high spirits. He had never felt so exhilarated by fighting. As soon as he started fighting, all the fish and shrimp within a thousand miles suffered. Chen Fusheng also retreated again and again. Half a day passed in no time. Looking at the energetic Zhu Wuneng, Chen Fusheng slowly put down his Qingfeng sword and his spirit stones quickly began to replenish.

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng looked into the distance and probed with his primordial spirit power. Several demonic auras were rapidly approaching from afar. He quickly pulled out several hand grenades and shouted to Zhu Wuneng, "Get out of here!"

With that, he threw himself forcefully toward the center of the battlefield and sprinted westward.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuneng immediately stopped moving forward, laughed at Qinglong, and said, "Brother Demon, I'll take my leave first. We'll fight again next time." He then quickly flashed towards Chen Fusheng, becoming smaller and smaller.

Looking at the wounds all over his body, Qinglong, fueled by both old and new grudges, was determined not to let the two escape. He quickly chased after Zhu Wuneng, blinded by hatred, and didn't even notice the ant-like grenades. With a series of "booms" and splashes of water, Qinglong's battered figure reappeared on the spot. The dragon coiled its entire body into a circle, surrounding the wounded Qinglong. Its body was covered with red scratches and black marks, and occasionally made a "sizzling" sound like roasting meat.

He raised his dragon head, saw that his wife was alright, and looked at Chen Fusheng and his companion who had already escaped a thousand miles away. He roared angrily, and at this moment, he discovered the demons behind him.

The first figure to appear was a white figure with dragon horns on its head. It looked to be only in its twenties, with a gleaming face. It frowned as it looked at the Azure Dragon and its injured wife. "Eighth Brother, what happened?"

As they spoke, several figures appeared on the spot. They first called out "Your Highness" to the white-robed youth, then greeted the Azure Dragon, and then stood quietly watching the conversation between the white-robed youth and the Azure Dragon.

It turns out that the Azure Dragon couple were originally from the Azure Dragon Clan, and were the eighth sons of the current Azure Dragon Clan Chief. The white-shadowed boy came from the White Dragon Clan and was the current Crown Prince of the White Dragon Clan. The others were also under the command of the Dragon Clan.

The White Dragon Prince was somewhat incredulous upon hearing the Azure Dragon's words, but he was mostly filled with sorrow. Others might not know about the recent events in the East Sea, but as the White Dragon Prince and the future patriarch of the White Dragon Clan, how could he not know about the tense atmosphere between the human and dragon races? The human race was pressing forward step by step, while the dragon race was constantly arguing internally. Now, a direct descendant of the Azure Dragon had died, and to make matters worse, he had run into the incident. The White Dragon Prince was in a panic and desperately sought help online.

Looking at his badly injured eighth brother, he felt a pang of pity. If he refused to help now, he would truly offend the Azure Dragon Clan. After thinking it over, he decided that if they all attacked together and killed him quietly, it shouldn't attract any attention.

Nodding in agreement, he arranged for one person to escort the injured Azure Dragon back, while a group of people, led by the White Dragon Prince, quickly chased after Chen Fusheng.

At this time, Chen Fusheng was unaware that the number of pursuers had greatly increased, and that there was also an even more powerful Prince Bailong among them.

……

The chase lasted for three days, and Ao Ling was somewhat annoyed. He hadn't expected Chen Fusheng to be so slippery, like two mudskippers, and even more so, extremely cunning!

They had overcome numerous obstacles on their journey, and this was already the fifth formation they had broken. All of them were formations set up by spiritual treasures, and they were unyielding to both soft and hard tactics. The first time they encountered one, they tried to break it by force, but it exploded on the spot, killing the two demon generals instantly. The second time, they calculated the exit, but after taking only a few steps, they stepped on several grenades, and it exploded again.

Looking at his subordinates, all of them were at the Demon Master level, and all of them were injured. Those below the Demon Master level had been killed by the magic array. Ao Ling wasn't heartbroken for his subordinates, but mainly because he hadn't even seen Chen Fusheng. The heavy casualties among his own people made him, the future patriarch of the White Dragon Clan, lose face. The main problem was that the other party was too rich. Including the spiritual treasures from this explosion, there were already thirty-five flying swords. Although they were low-grade spiritual treasures, such rough use made even him feel a little sorry. He never thought that one day the Dragon Clan would lose face because of money!

This is no longer a matter of being passively pursued; it has jeopardized his position as the future patriarch of the White Dragon Clan. If he can't capture Chen Fusheng and his companion, then he himself...

After assessing the positions of Chen Fusheng and his companion, he glared at them fiercely and gritted his teeth, uttering a single word: "Chase."

Chen Fusheng cried out in pain. Although his body swayed and his face was pale, this was clearly a sign of damage to his primordial spirit power. He knew that the final Seven Star Formation had been broken again. Indeed, the exploding spiritual treasures required the control of primordial spirit power to explode. Every time one was destroyed, he would lose a bit of his primordial spirit power. However, a smile appeared in his eyes. He knew that he had escaped.

Looking at the sea not far away, a smile appeared on his lips. After being chased by Ao Ling and the others for three days, his condition was extremely bad. He patted Zhu Wuneng, whispered a few words, and let him leave. He then slowly flew forward on his own. At this moment, he could already feel the gaze of the human golden immortal.

Just then, Ao Ling and the others caught up. Seeing Chen Fusheng, they happily followed. In particular, Qinglong Ao Li couldn't wait to grab him. Although Ao Ling was a little confused about where the pig had gone, he also smiled when he saw Chen Fusheng already under Qinglong's claws.

Chen Fusheng stopped, watching the dragon claw about to strike, and smiled slightly at Ao Ling, shouting, "You won't get anything from me! I'd rather die than tell you anything! Long live humanity!"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

……

A series of sounds rang out, and the water surface burst into bloom.

A furious roar echoed from afar: "You wicked creature, how dare you..."

Ao Ling and the others exchanged glances, their heads full of questions. Hearing the distant roar, a thought arose in their minds: "What's going on?"