Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 987 Dragon Palace and Ancestral Demon Hall

Following the faint rumbling and fluctuations, Jing Yu and his group hurried across the sea.

The closer one gets, the clearer the sounds become—a mixture of dragon roars, tiger howls, eagle cries, and the chaotic sounds of weapons clashing and flesh tearing apart, even interspersed with angry roars and dying wails.

When Jing Yu and his party arrived at the location, the scene before them left them speechless.

Ahead lay a relatively open body of water, but it had already been turned upside down.

The azure sea was dyed into patches of glaring red, bubbles churned, and severed limbs and remains floated on the waves.

The two sides in the conflict were clearly distinct.

One side was the dragon race, numbering approximately one hundred dragon cultivators.

Most of them have already revealed part of their true form, either with dragon horns on their heads and covered with fine scales, or they have directly transformed into dragon bodies that are tens of feet long, tumbling and thrashing in the seawater, stirring up the undercurrents and creating huge waves.

To Jing Yu's surprise, judging from the dragon aura they exuded, nearly half of them could be called pure-blooded true dragons!

Despite being outnumbered, they managed to fight to a standstill thanks to their high status as true dragons, their natural control over water, and their powerful physique.

On the other side was the demon alliance, whose numbers far exceeded those of the dragons, numbering over a thousand!

Its members are incredibly diverse: there are savage giant bears as strong as small mountains with bared fangs, colorful demonic tigers with claws like knives and movements as swift as the wind, alligator turtles with bone spurs on their backs and shells covered in rock-like armor, ferocious birds that soar low in the sky and occasionally swoop down to ambush... and even more monsters such as jackals, leopards, and rhinoceroses.

Among these demons, there were clearly many noble and extraordinary beings, and some even possessed a blood and energy that were almost as powerful as his own!

The battle was extremely fierce and chaotic.

Jing Yu then noticed that although the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan alliance were fighting, two of the strongest beings did not make a move. Instead, they stood in place with their hands behind their backs.

Both the dragons and demons who were fighting each other tacitly bypassed these two beings, leaving a large open space around them.

Those two beings with the strongest auras stood out like two unwavering pillars in the eye of a storm, appearing particularly conspicuous on this chaotic and bloody battlefield.

The leader of the dragon clan was a woman.

She was tall and slender with an exquisitely beautiful face, but there was no emotion in her golden vertical pupils. She simply surveyed the battlefield calmly, her long, pure white dress fluttering gently in the wind.

On its forehead grows a pair of crystal-clear dragon horns, as if carved from white jade, with a beautiful arc, exuding a faint, restrained aura of power, displaying its noble status as a pure-blooded true dragon.

What is most eye-catching is the dragon tail covered with fine white scales, which extends naturally from under her skirt. The tip of the tail gently touches the water, and occasionally it sways unconsciously, creating ripples on the water.

On the other hand, the demon alliance, which was far away, was led by a being with a completely different aura.

It was a tall and mighty ape, nearly three zhang tall, with a magnificent mane covered in what looked like silver threads.

This silver-maned ape was clad in a jet-black armor of unknown material, with its arms crossed over its chest. It stood casually on the water's surface, the seawater beneath its feet seemingly solidified and supporting it, as if it were standing on solid ground.

Unlike the aloof and reserved Bai Long woman, this ape demon exuded a wild, domineering, and arrogant aura, as if it might suddenly erupt and tear everything in its path to shreds at any moment.

"Bai Zhaoyue, are all the pure-blooded true dragons below the Heavenly Demon of the Dragon Palace dead? This time they actually sent a little girl like you to the Demon Refining Realm to die. It seems that this trial in the [Gourd Palace] will be won by my [Ancestral Demon] side." The silver-maned ape demon laughed loudly.

A dragon woman named Bai Zhaoyue sneered, saying, "Yuan Jiqing, you really have no shame... I seem to remember that stinky monkey from the Ancestral Demon Palace a thousand years ago, who called himself the Young Demon Lord, was killed by a little girl in the Demon Refining Pot, and a human little girl at that!"

Upon hearing this, the silver-maned ape demon named Yuan Jiqing suddenly flew into a rage: "You're courting death!"

The fall of that prodigy from the Ancestral Demon Palace a thousand years ago was the most shameful thing for its lineage to mention. Now that Bai Zhaoyue had revealed it to the public, it instantly ignited the anger in Yuan Jiqing's heart.

The solidified seawater beneath its feet exploded with a deafening roar, and its massive body displayed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size, like a silver meteorite tearing through space, hurtling straight towards Bai Zhaoyue!

Bai Zhaoyue did not retreat. Her long dragon tail suddenly swung in the water, and instead of retreating, she advanced.

boom--

The first clash between the two demons' fists and palms did not produce the sound of metal striking metal, but rather a dull, deafening roar like two towering mountains colliding violently!

After the first strike, the two figures were completely entangled.

Yuan Jiqing's fists, palms, elbows, knees, and shoulders—every part of his body—became a deadly weapon. His attacks were like a raging storm, each strike containing the immense power to split mountains and cleave seas. His fighting style was expansive and unrestrained, filled with a wild and oppressive aura.

Bai Zhaoyue's movements were like a dragon soaring through the heavens, seemingly graceful and agile, but in reality, each move contained the supreme power of the true dragon's bloodline.

Her palm techniques were cunning and fierce, sometimes transforming into claws to strike vital points. Her long dragon tail was even more unpredictable, sometimes sweeping like a steel whip, sometimes stabbing like a venomous scorpion. She clashed head-on with Yuan Jiqing's ferocious attacks, holding her own in the slightest.

At this moment, Qiu Xu's face was filled with fear. It hissed, "It's the Dragon Palace and the Ancestral Demon Hall... That dragon and ape are the true disciples of the Demon Lord! Fellow Daoist Bai Yuan, we can't afford to offend such behemoths, run!"

But it was too late. Jing Yu and his group had already stepped onto the battlefield between the two major forces. Many demon cultivators from the Ancestral Demon Palace discovered them and shouted angrily:

"Damn it... the dragons have come to our aid! Fellow Daoists, follow me!"

Qiu Xu and his group of dragon guards were too conspicuous in appearance and their dragon aura was too conspicuous to be concealed. The cultivators of the Ancestral Demon Palace had already regarded them as reinforcements sent by the Dragon Palace.

"You all split up and escape, I'll cover your retreat."

Jing Yu spoke calmly and without a trace of emotion to Niu Dahang, Ma Zoutian, and Guo Tingshu behind her.

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward. Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to meet the surging tide of demons!

This step was like a rock being plunged into raging waves, instantly attracting the vast majority of hostility and attacks.

But Jing Yu was not afraid at all. He simply raised the golden mace in his hand, aimed it at the most densely packed area of ​​demon cultivators, and threw the mace out!