Chapter 0090: Reactions from All Sides

In the Blizzard Empire, at the Zhao family, when Elder Zhao Yang heard this news, he was stunned for a long time, standing there like a man with dementia, his mouth agape. Only after a while did he awkwardly look at his second son, Zhao Tian, and say, “Are you saying that an unparalleled human warrior, along with eight sacred realm magical beasts and a great Asura from the demon race, has arrived at the palace of the Dragon Speech Empire? And this unparalleled human warrior’s name is Huang Long?”

Zhao Tian, the leader of the Swift Wind Mercenary Group, nodded helplessly. When he first learned of this news, his reaction was even more extreme than his father Zhao Yang’s.

“Are you sure it’s my grandson Huang Long? The Huang Long from the Huang family of the Lu Tong Kingdom?” Elder Zhao Yang’s breathing became rapid, his face filled with excitement.

“Yes, Father,” Zhao Tian nodded firmly.

In truth, he was also very frustrated. After hearing this news, he couldn’t help but recall the astonishing scene he had seen in the Magical Beast Mountains, remembering the familiar figure sitting on that sky-blue python ox.

Damn! Zhao Tian cursed under his breath, wondering why that figure had seemed so familiar. So, that amazing, unparalleled warrior was actually his nephew!

Thinking back to that scene now, he trembled with excitement—his nephew was an unparalleled warrior of the sacred realm, with eight sacred realm magical beasts at his command, plus a great Asura from the demon race!

Even as the leader of the Swift Wind Mercenary Group, one of the top ten mercenary groups in the Hengyuan Continent, Zhao Tian couldn’t help but feel proud.

“My grandson is an unparalleled warrior of the sacred realm! My grandson is truly an unparalleled warrior of the sacred realm! Hehe,” Zhao Yang muttered to himself, seemingly insane, his voice echoing in the hall.

Zhao Shou and Zhao Tian looked over and saw that their old father’s eyes were filled with tears of joy.

Zhao Shou was shocked. “Father, you?”

Zhao Yang waved his hand and laughed heartily. “It’s nothing. I’m just too happy.”

Zhao Shou and Zhao Tian felt relieved, though they also understood their father’s emotions—after all, didn’t they feel the same way?

“Shou, Tian, it’s been over nine years since my last birthday. I haven’t seen my dear grandson in so long, right?” Zhao Yang calmed down slightly before speaking.

Zhao Shou and Zhao Tian didn’t understand why their father suddenly asked this, but they nodded.

“My 90th birthday is approaching soon. Send someone there now with a notice—no, go in person and invite my dear grandson. Hehe, having my grandson, an unparalleled warrior of the sacred realm, attend my 90th birthday would be such an honor.” As he spoke, Zhao Yang’s face turned red with joy as he laughed heartily.

Zhao Shou and Zhao Tianyi were stunned. Zhao Shou hesitantly said, “Father, your 90th birthday is still four months away. Isn’t it a bit early?”
Zhao Yang’s expression tightened as he snapped, “So what if it’s four months? Can’t we start preparing now?”
Zhao Shou and Zhao Tianyi were frightened and quickly replied, “Yes, Father.” After saying that, the two exchanged a wry smile.
Although they were also influential figures in their own domains, they were extremely respectful in front of the old master Zhao Yang.
…
On an island not far from the borders of the Dragon Language Empire, atop the Sacred Mountain, there was a gentle glow of light.
In the Sacred Mountain Temple, Pope Haides of the Light Church slowly descended the steps of the temple, arriving at the center of the hall. There, standing in the center, were eighteen people—high-ranking members of the Light Church.
The six archcardinals, the leaders of various knight orders, the head of the Tribunal, and several legendary ascetics.
All eighteen carried an aura that was no less formidable than that of Tai Ruo back then.
“I never expected that the genius from the Huang family, whom we once paid attention to, has now become an unparalleled powerhouse in the Sacred Realm!” Pope Haides said slowly.
The Sacred Realm wasn’t inherently terrifying, but those who could be called unparalleled powerhouses in it numbered no more than ten on the Hengyuan Continent.
Generally, only those who were extremely close to the peak of the Sacred Realm, or had already reached it, could be regarded as such.
Whenever a genius emerged on the Hengyuan Continent, the Light Church would pay close attention.
Besides Huang Long, Huang Liang and Huang Yi were also under observation. Over the years, the Light Church had always wanted to recruit the three into the church. However, Huang Long’s extraordinary strength far exceeded the expectations of the church’s high-ranking officials.
After Pope Haides spoke, the temple fell silent; no one spoke up.
A 15-year-old unparalleled powerhouse in the Sacred Realm had never appeared on the Hengyuan Continent before.
“The eight Sacred Realm demonic pets!” Pope Haides continued walking slowly toward the large window of the temple, gazing at the endless waves far below the thousand-zhang-high Sacred Mountain.
“Gesen,” Pope Haides suddenly turned and spoke.
One middle-aged man stepped forward among the eighteen. His eyes were dark green, and he exuded a cold, murderous aura. “Yes, Your Holiness.”
Gesen was the head of the Tribunal and a high-ranking figure in the Sacred Realm.
“Go and investigate whether Huang Long left the capital city of King Lu Tong at the time of Tai Ruo and Luo Feng’s deaths,” Pope Haides ordered.
Hearing this, not only Gesen but also all the high-ranking church officials present were shocked. Did the pope mean that Tai Ruo and Luo Feng’s deaths were related to this Huang Long?
But how old was this Huang Long nine years ago?

Six years old—a six-year-old child capable of killing two great sacred realm warriors like Tai Ruo and Luo Feng? And doing so completely, with not a single member of the knight regiment of over two hundred escaping.
“Six years old. This Yellow Dragon might not have the strength to kill Tai Ruo and Luo Feng, but don’t forget—back then, Tai Ruo and Luo Feng were killed by sacred realm beasts,” said Pope Haides, his eyes flickering.
“Yes, Your Holiness. I understand,” replied Gersen respectfully.
“But, Your Holiness, if it turns out that it was indeed the Yellow Dragon who did this, then…” At that moment, a burly middle-aged man radiating fierce combat intent stepped forward.
This burly man was the commander of the Wild Battle Legion, Daxi.
Everyone turned their gaze toward Pope Haides.
Haides frowned. If it were true, destroying the Yellow Dragon? Although the Church had the strength, given the Yellow Dragon’s ability to destroy the palace of the Dragon Language Empire, the Church would likely suffer heavy losses as well. But what if they couldn’t kill it?
This Yellow Dragon was a future powerhouse of the Divine Realm.
Even a power like the Church didn’t want to provoke such a being lightly.
“We’ll decide later. You may all leave,” Haides said slowly, waving his hand.
“Yes, Your Holiness.” Everyone retreated.
The Pope doubted himself, unaware of the Yellow Dragon’s arrival. Due to their rapid journey, the Yellow Dragon and his party reached the capital of the Kingdom of Lutong on the fourth day.
“Sacred realm beasts! It’s sacred realm beasts!” Amidst the screams of hundreds of thousands of citizens and the guards of the Kingdom of Lutong, the Yellow Dragon descended above the Huang family’s residence.
Huang Xiong, Zhao Rong, and the Huang family’s attendants, having been informed by their servants, had already left the hall. Seeing ten sacred realm beasts covering half of the sky, they were initially panicked but then filled with excitement.
Especially Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong, tears streamed down their faces.
They naturally knew about what had happened to the palace of the Dragon Language Empire. Now, the entire Kingdom of Lutong was abuzz with rumors.
Was that peerless human warrior really their son, the Yellow Dragon?! Even now, they still couldn’t believe it.
“My Dragon, my child!” Zhao Rong cried in joy as she saw the familiar figure descending from the sky.