Chapter 0145: The Dragon Emperor’s Killing Intent

There were no further surprises during the selection of the Temple Goddess; the entire process went smoothly. In the end, the daughter of a minor family from the Dark Forest Empire was chosen. Naturally, that family was overjoyed.
After the selection, the trip to the Dark Forest Empire came to an end, and Huang Long was set to return to the Huang family in the Kingdom of Lutong.
After receiving the generous hospitality of the Emperor of the Dark Forest Empire in his palace, Huang Long had just returned to the palace assigned to him when a maid came to inform him that Nakko, the legendary high priest of the Orc Empire, wished to meet with him.
“Nakko?” Huang Long glanced thoughtfully at Nat beside him, then led Bog, Nat, and Gusta out.
As soon as they stepped outside the palace, a cheerful voice rang out, “Nakko has brought Jeff and Rock from the Elan family. I hope Master Huang Long, the Divine Craftsman, won’t mind this sudden visit.”
Huang Long smiled calmly, “High Priest Nakko, you’re too polite.”
He had some ideas about Nakko’s intentions.
Nakko laughed heartily. At that moment, Nat, who was beside Huang Long, stepped forward and bowed to Nakko, “Nat greets his uncle.”
After all, Nakko was the former head of the Elan family—his uncle. Proper etiquette was necessary, even though Nat could no longer return to the Elan family.
Nakko looked slightly embarrassed but quickly regained his composure. He helped Nat up and said with a smile, “Nat, there’s no need for formalities. You’ve achieved so much under Master Huang Long—the Elan family is proud of you.”
Nat’s expression remained calm. “Thank you, uncle. Everything I have comes from my master.”
Master!
Nakko froze for a moment, his emotions complex. Nat’s words clearly implied that his current master was Huang Long, and he could no longer return to the Elan family.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two entered the palace and took their seats.
Once seated, Nakko spoke first, “Five months ago, in the battle against the Orc Empire, it was Na Zhen who was reckless. He offended Master Huang Long. I hope you’ll forgive him.”
It was clear Nakko had come to reconcile with Huang Long.
In fact, even if Huang Long truly killed Na Duo, Nakko knew the Elan family could only downplay the incident and let it go. Besides, they now suspected it might be the Church framing Huang Long. Though there was no evidence yet, the mysterious disappearance of that distant relative was a clue.
As for the loss of prestige suffered by the Elan family in that battle, they could only swallow their pride. If they wanted to regain their dignity, it would depend on whom they turned to.

Even Odo, the great elder of the Dragon Clan and a peak figure in the Holy Land, was killed in the blink of an eye before the Yellow Dragon. What could the Elan family use to compete with them for face?
The Yellow Dragon said calmly, “I don’t take this matter to heart. High Priest Nako is overthinking it.”
Nako was stunned for a moment, then smiled as the wrinkles on his face relaxed. He changed the subject, “Master Yellow Dragon, you’re truly magnanimous. But I’m curious—what grudge do you have with the Church? Would it be convenient for you to tell us?”
After pondering for a while, the Yellow Dragon didn’t hide anything and recounted what had happened to Tai Ruo back then.
When Nako, Jeff, and Rock learned that Cardinal Tai Ruo had died at the hands of the Yellow Dragon nine years ago, their expressions changed repeatedly. Their mouths hung open in shock. If it hadn’t been the Yellow Dragon himself who said it, they would never have believed it.
How old was the Yellow Dragon nine years ago?
Six years old, and he had killed a cardinal, along with a knight commander and hundreds of knights.
That was terrifying—unbelievable!
What would they do at that age? Play in the mud? Hide and seek?
Shocked, it took Nako a long time to recover. He forced a smile and said, “I never expected that Cardinal Tai Ruo’s death was related to Master Yellow Dragon. But since Tai Ruo failed to recruit him and instead harbored murderous intent toward him, it was only right he met his end.”
Of course, he only said this in front of the Yellow Dragon. In front of the Pope of the Church, he would likely say something different.
The Yellow Dragon didn’t care. He said these things to spread the story of his feud with the Church through the Elan family, so he wouldn’t be at a disadvantage. After all, with a pre-existing feud between him and the Church, if the Church tried to frame him later, others wouldn’t find it strange or unbelievable.
At least the Church would be cautious.
“A few days ago, the twelve angels hung on the gates of Wind-Snow City were also hung by me,” the Yellow Dragon added, shocking Nako, Jeff, and Rock once again. This time, they were utterly stunned.
Jeff and Rock even jumped up from their seats, shouting, “What?!”
Nako was better off, but he almost jumped up too.
No wonder they were so shocked.
Twelve angels, twelve figures at the Holy Land level. And as far as they knew, one of them, Rishi, was nearly at the peak of the Holy Land level, while the other eleven were mid- to high-level Holy Land warriors.

The Twelve Angels were killed by the Yellow Dragon—a news even more shocking than the fact that the Yellow Dragon had killed the Dragon Clan’s Grand Elder Odo. Nako didn’t doubt the truth of this, as it seemed the Yellow Dragon indeed had such strength. Moreover, for over two months, the Yellow Dragon had been in the Blizzard Empire to celebrate his grandfather, Lord Zhao Yang’s birthday, with the time and place matching the death of the Twelve Angels. After a while, Nako suppressed his shock and asked, “Is it because of Tai Ruo that the Church sent the Twelve Angels?” If it were due to Tai Ruo, it would be hard to justify the Church sending the Twelve Angels to kill the Yellow Dragon. Yet, the Yellow Dragon couldn’t possibly be lying. “Of course not,” the Yellow Dragon shook his head and said, “The Church wants to seize a treasure in my possession!” A treasure! Hearing this, Nako, Jeff, and Rock believed it. But what exactly was this treasure? The three of them began to wonder. With shock and confusion, Nako and the others took their leave. Before leaving, Nako generously invited the Yellow Dragon to visit the Elan family in the Orc Empire. The Yellow Dragon replied calmly, “I will definitely go.” After Nako and the others left, Bog said, “Young master, revealing matters related to Tai Ruo, Rixi, and others to Nako and the others now might be problematic.” He hesitated for a moment. “It’s not appropriate, right?” the Yellow Dragon said calmly, “Don’t worry. I intend to spread these things now and see how the Continent of Hengyuan reacts.” “We’ve always been in the open, while the Church has always operated in secret. By making these things public now, we force the Church to reveal itself as well, which is more advantageous for us,” the Yellow Dragon continued. The next day, the Yellow Dragon bid farewell to the Dark Forest Empire and returned to the Kingdom of Lutong. On his way back, as expected, news of Tai Ruo and the Twelve Angels dying at the hands of the Yellow Dragon spread, causing another uproar across the Continent of Hengyuan. Everywhere, people were discussing the Yellow Dragon. Those young members of various families were not followers of the Church, so when they learned that it was their Yellow Dragon predecessor who had killed the Twelve Angels hung on the gates of Wind and Snow City a few days ago, they grew even more awed by him. Even when they heard ordinary Church followers speaking negatively about the Yellow Dragon, these young people would step forward to condemn them, as if they were enemies meeting again. For a time, the Continent of Hengyuan became even more chaotic, as if a storm was sweeping across it. Overseas, on Dragon Island, “What! Odo died at the hands of that kid, the Yellow Dragon!” roared Dragon Emperor Fei Li from atop the Dragon Palace, his face filled with disbelief. Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s roar echoed throughout the Dragon Palace.

Since the dragon race lived in distant lands, it was not until after the competition that Emperor Felix learned of the news that the dragon race’s grand elder, Eudo, had been killed by the Yellow Dragon on his way back to the Kingdom of Lutong.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” A dragon elder beneath the Dragon Palace said in a trembling voice, sweating profusely.
The other dragon elders also fell silent.
Dead silence reigned above the Dragon Palace.
After a while, Emperor Felix’s deep voice rang out, “Speak! What exactly happened?!” The dragon elders, who knew him well, realized he was struggling hard to suppress his murderous intent.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the elder replied tremulously, then recounted in detail the events surrounding Eudo’s battle with the Yellow Dragon.
At first, Emperor Felix, whose murderous intent had surged, was equally shocked as the other elders: “What! Killed in just a few blinks? Eudo didn’t even have a chance to resist!”
He was well aware of Eudo’s strength. Even he, an emperor who had stepped into the Divine Realm, couldn’t kill Eudo in such a short time—after all, Eudo was a true peak being of the Sacred Realm. Yet the other party had killed him in mere moments without any resistance. What did that mean? That their strength surpassed his?!
Emperor Felix couldn’t accept this fact. That wretched human, from a weak race, at the age of fifteen, had greater strength than him?!
His eyes flickered, filled with alternating emotions of murderous intent, anger, and resentment.
The grand elder—a peak being of the Sacred Realm—had been killed right in front of millions. If the dragon race showed no reaction, how could they still claim to be the strongest race?!
It was infuriating. During his trip to the Continent of Gods, he hadn’t managed to obtain the body of the Ancient Dragon God. Otherwise, he would have entered the Divine Realm by now, married the Sea Queen, and then easily destroyed the Yellow Dragon and its clan, as well as the Kingdom of Lutong!
If I ever find out who that scumbag is, I’ll tear him to pieces! The thought of his failed trip to the Continent of Gods only fueled his rage.
“Your Holiness, Cardinal Yif has come to see you,” reported a dragon descendant at that moment.
“Cardinal Yif?” Emperor Felix paused, thinking for a moment. “Let him in.” With that, his anger and murderous intent subsided.
Cardinal Yif was one of the six cardinals in the Church, ranking belowCole, and was in charge of all religious affairs of the Church overseas.

What is he doing here at this time? thought Dragon Emperor Felix.