Chapter 325: Volume-3 Chapter-27!
As if the heavens had heard his plea, a deep voice resounded in his ears:
"Why is there so much light? It's annoying!"
Mao Lang's eyes widened as soon as he heard that voice, because, with that voice, came boundless pressure.
A pressure so immense that it made the hairs on Mao Lang's skin stand up from fear.
And the next second, his senses screamed!
He immediately moved to the right at the fastest speed he could muster.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, a huge ethereal translucent dragon claw descended from the heavens, passing through the spot where he had been just a moment ago.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
And as if predicting where he would move, two more claws of similarly giant size appeared around him.
Without giving him time to dodge, they moved at a speed that was difficult to believe was possible.
Mao Lang's body mustered all his strength to move just at the last second; however, the claws managed to catch the scarlet circle of lightning in time.
And as if the circle was made of rubber, the claws moved opposite to each other, stretching the circle like a rubber band.
The whips tried to attack the claws; however, they couldn't even scratch them due to the angle at which they had to strike.
They couldn't make a full swing and had to curl over to strike.
Only a few whips were able to connect a good strike; however, the claws held on without much problem.
Snap!
And like a string, the lightning circle snapped, dissipating due to not being able to maintain its form.
The whips, not having a power source, began to disintegrate, losing their shine.
However, the first thing to dissipate was the blinding scarlet light in the area.
The surroundings were once again enveloped in the darkness of the night, with only two blue moons shining their light on the world.
"Now, it's much better." The voice was calm yet contained authority.
Mao Lang, Ye Chen, Ashen, and Ye Ming all turned their heads to look in a single direction—the direction where the voice came from.
In their view appeared the majestic Dragon Emperor in all his untainted glory. His hands were clasped behind his back, his face calm and indifferent. His gaze only eyed one person—his nephew, Ashen.
He vanished from their sight, appearing beside Ye Chen in the next second.
For Ashen and Ye Ming, he really seemed like he had teleported; however, Mao Lang and Ye Chen could follow his movements, although with quite a bit of difficulty.
Even they seemed to have lost him for a moment.
Terrifying!
All of them only had this thought flashing in their head when they looked at Shang Long.
Meanwhile, Mao Lang couldn't help but sweat profusely.
He was calculating in his head:
Who is that man?
He is too terrifying.
Moreover, there is already an upper-stage emperor realm cultivator present.
If he is on their side, then this is bad!
I can feel that the new man is dangerous... even for me!
He even destroyed Lin Feng's killer move!
Damn it!
My killer move would need time to conjure, and I'm sure these two upper-stage cultivators won't give me that precious time.
I can only make it a fair playing field.
I need to force one of them to keep protecting those two weaklings they care for.
Meanwhile, Shang Long looked at Ashen, who was right now in Ye Chen's hold, his hand wrapped around Ashen's waist.
Well, this isn't how I hoped I would greet him...
Ashen revealed a sheepish smile and greeted:
"Ashen greets grandfather. Thank you for coming to rescue me."
Shang Long gave a curt nod before shifting his gaze to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen instantly felt tense under his scrutinizing gaze.
Shang Long then spoke:
"You are the dark emperor, Ye Chen, right?"
His tone was flat, as if just confirming his guess.
Ye Chen, however, revealed an excited and pleased smile upon seeing him recognize him.
He nodded: "Yes, senior. Please accept my greetings."
He was respectful as he bowed slightly when he greeted.
Then he heard Shang Long speak:
"Then Dark Emperor, I'll not ask why you are here, but could you release my grandson? I have to discuss something with him."
"Of course, senior."
Ye Chen loosened his grip around Ashen, letting him free.
Ashen could fly just fine on his own as he floated in the air beside Ye Chen.
Shang Long's gaze then shifted to Ashen, his tone flat:
"What do you want me to do?"
He wasn't interested in knowing what had happened to the other emperor realm cultivators or how the dark emperor got here.
He just wanted to know what his grandson wanted him to help with.
He could always receive a detailed report from Ashen after returning.
Since Ashen was the one who called him here, he would also be the one to decide what he wanted him to do.
If Ashen wanted to leave, he would help him with that, and if he wanted him to kill someone, he would do that too.
Ashen also knew that, and hence he bowed and said:
"Grandfather, I request you to end the life of the demon, Lin Feng! He has slaughtered every emperor realm cultivator I brought with me."
Ashen's tone was righteous, almost as if he was genuinely angry over the deaths of the cultivators.
However, the truth couldn't be any different.
Almost everything had gone according to his plans, or maybe even better.
The only thing remaining was killing Lin Feng.
Shang Long showed a little change in his indifferent expression for a second when he heard that Lin Feng had slaughtered every cultivator who came to hunt him.
He then nodded curtly, speaking calmly:
"Alright, leave him to me."
Shang Long glanced at the masked Mao Lang and studied him.
He was planning to take care of him all by himself without letting anyone interfere.
However, the dark emperor had a different opinion, as he suggested respectfully:
"Senior, please allow me to fight by your side. We can easily take care of him together."
Shang Long glanced briefly at Ye Chen and then returned his gaze to Mao Lang.
Shaking his head, he said:
"No, I need you to protect my grandson and the cultivator that you are holding."
He paused and then, with a chilling smile, added:
"For him, I alone am enough!"
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