Chapter 0371: Dragon Clan’s Secret Skill?

When KunNeil arrived at the Cangji Palace, his expression turned extremely dark. A yellow aura burst violently from his body, causing his subordinates around him to retreat in shock.
“You, come here!” KunNeil pointed at a middle-aged man beside him.
This middle-aged man was the leader in charge of guarding the Cangji Palace—a warrior of strength equivalent to the Eighth Level of the King of the Underworld.
The middle-aged man trembled as he approached.
“Tell me, what happened?!” KunNeil tried to suppress his anger. At this moment, he was like a volcano about to erupt, capable of causing earth-shaking chaos.
All the wealth he had treasured in the Cangji Palace had disappeared!
Although the Cangji Palace contained only a portion of the wealth in the Riga Mountains, it was the result of his hard work. And now, it had been robbed?!
Moreover, the Cangji Palace was hidden, with strict defensive barriers surrounding it, making its guarding forces several times stronger than those in other places.
“Kun Kun, Lord KunNeil,” the middle-aged leader said tremulously, “I really don’t know what happened.” It was the truth—he truly had no idea. As the guardian of the Cangji Palace, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual, yet somehow the palace had been destroyed, and all the treasures inside had vanished!
Despite his shock, he ordered a thorough search but found nothing!
He had no idea who had destroyed the palace or stolen its wealth, or what they looked like.
“You don’t know?!” KunNeil couldn’t contain his fury. “How dare you say you don’t know?!” With that, he swung his palm in anger, sending the middle-aged man flying like a withered leaf.
All his subordinates were terrified, especially those who guarded the palace.
“Elder!” At that moment, a one-eyed man stepped forward.
“What is it?” Seeing the one-eyed man, KunNeil’s expression softened. This man was Felic, a guardian of the Riga Mountains and an unparalleled warrior. Like KunNeil, his true form was a thousand-legged sand worm.
Felic hesitated for a moment before saying, “According to the news from below just now, something has happened in the valley.”
“The valley? Which valley?” KunNeil couldn’t immediately associate it with the valley where Bradd was imprisoned.
“The valley where Bradd is imprisoned,” Felic replied.

“Bradd?” Hearing that something had happened in the valley where Bradd was imprisoned, KunNeil asked doubtfully, “What happened? Has Bradd gone mad again?” This was common—over the past 20+ billion years, Bradd had often gone mad and bombed the valley.
“Bradd is gone. It’s very likely, absolutely likely,” Felic said hesitantly. Though he didn’t say it outright, the implication was clear.
Bradd had escaped from the valley’s rock forest!
“You mean, Bradd has escaped?!” KunNeil’s expression changed drastically as he could hardly believe it.
He knew about the restrictions in the valley’s rock forest. Over the past 20+ billion years, Bradd had also sought help from several high-level array mages, but they had never been able to break through those restrictions. But now, could someone have broken them?!
Everyone around the Riga Mountains shared KunNeil’s disbelief, staring at Felic in shock.
“The restrictions in the valley’s rock forest have been broken!” Felic said solemnly, confirming the thoughts in KunNeil’s and everyone else’s minds.
KunNeil and the others’ expressions changed again. Then, KunNeil thought of more—his beloved son, Bertray, had disappeared, and at the same time, the wealth of the Cangji Palace had vanished. Could it be related? He looked at Felic, who nodded and said, “I suspect it might be Bradd who did this!”
Though he wasn’t sure if it was indeed Bradd, everything was too coincidental, and Bradd was the most likely suspect.
Bradd was an unparalleled warrior, his strength on par with KunNeil’s. If he were behind this, it made sense.
“Bradd!” A cold glint appeared in KunNeil’s eyes. “Search! Those who find Bradd’s whereabouts must report immediately! And find out who helped him break the restrictions in the valley’s rock forest—I want to know!”
“Yes, clan leader!”
“Yes, Lord KunNeil!”
The members of the Thousand-Legged Sand Worm tribe and KunNeil’s subordinates obediently took orders.
At that moment, thousands of miles away, the Yellow Dragon and Bradd were chatting cheerfully.
“Haha, young master, that old pervert KunNeil must be furious now that he’s realized the wealth of the Cangji Palace has vanished,” Bradd said with a laugh.
“I’m sure his expression would be even more exaggerated if he knew you’ve escaped from the valley,” the Yellow Dragon said with a smile.
Bradd laughed heartily. “I’ve never been this happy in over 20+ billion years.” With that, he turned toward the Riga Mountains and said coldly, “KunNeil, wait. One day, I’ll return and take back everything that belongs to me.”
“That day won’t be far off,” the Yellow Dragon said.

Bradd nodded without delving deeper into it. As for the Kunmeng Mountains and the Riga Mountains, he naturally didn’t expect Shi Huanglong to be of much help. Although Huanglong was a high-level beast tamer, his strength still seemed too weak in his eyes.

“Young master, this is Black Ice. Let’s find a place where you can swallow and absorb the Nimeng Fruit first,” said Bradd.

Black Ice—Bradd had gathered some along the way when the two left the Riga Mountains.

Huanglong thought for a moment and said, “Okay.” They were not far from the Riga Mountains anymore. Even if KunNeil ordered a search, there should be no danger.

Soon, the two found a secluded peak and descended. After landing, Huanglong set up a defensive formation around them. Though protected by the peerless Bradd, Huanglong still took precautions.

After setting up the formation, Huanglong swallowed both the Nimeng Fruit and Black Ice. As soon as the Nimeng Fruit entered his mouth, it turned into a cool liquid with a pleasant fragrance. Then, waves of warmth spread throughout Huanglong’s body. Immediately afterward, those waves surged like torrents toward his dantian and soul palace. Huanglong felt as though his pores were widening.

“What is this?!” Huanglong hadn’t expected the Nimeng Fruit to have such a powerful effect—it was likely as potent as the Nine-Thousand-Year Pomegranate from Pangu.

The Nine-Thousand-Year Pomegranate was even better than the ginseng fruits from the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Moreover, Huanglong noticed that the Dragon Blood Crystal within his body was flickering with light. In the Tianlong Space, most of this crystal had been absorbed and melted by the Dragon Origin Energy, but a small portion remained unabsorbed. If all of it were absorbed, Huanglong’s cultivation level would surely exceed that of a mid-tier god. Could it be…? Huanglong was overjoyed.

In this world, when divine warriors consumed these sacred fruits and treasures, it only enhanced their divine power and benefited their future cultivation. But Huanglong was different. With his immortal body and existing realm, he didn’t need to comprehend any laws or characteristics. He could simply repair his soul and continuously condense spiritual energy to refine his cultivation.

A purple-gold aura flashed across Huanglong’s entire body as it soared high into the sky, stirring the surrounding air currents.

Meanwhile, Bradd, who was watching nearby, was shocked to see two dragons—one of water and one of fire—emerge from Huanglong’s body, coiling around him as waves of powerful and pure dragon energy radiated outward.

“Could it be… that the young master is a descendant of the Luning family?!” Bradd thought to himself upon witnessing the changes after Huanglong swallowed the Nimeng Fruit.

“But how is this possible?” Bradd stared in shock at the Water-Fire Dual Dragons. Behind the Yellow Dragon, a five-clawed golden dragon appeared. The power of this golden dragon made even this peerless warrior’s soul tremble. Not even the power of some of the Lu Ning family’s elders could make him feel such pressure—except for Kennedy and Bazel.

Bradd looked in disbelief at the shadow of the five-clawed golden dragon. Gradually, clusters of golden clouds emerged all over the Yellow Dragon’s body. These clouds spread in all directions, emitting a terrifying sucking force that forced Bradd to retreat step by step. Eventually, he stopped tens of thousands of miles away.

Shocked, Bradd continued to use the “Water-Fire Primordial Dragon Technique” to absorb the Ni Meng fruit from the Yellow Dragon, unaware that at that moment, within the Yellow Dragon’s mind, the Chaos Bell shone brightly. A grayish mass filled with golden gases pulsed erratically—nothing less than the primordial yellow energy!

Whether it was Bradd’s illusion or not, after stopping tens of thousands of miles away, suddenly a deafening bell sound rang in his mind. Even with his strong soul power, it made him tremble, causing his body to sway and nearly sending him falling from the air. If earlier it was shock, now it was terror.

He stared in horror at the Yellow Dragon amidst the golden clouds. Atop the Yellow Dragon’s head, an ancient bell became faintly visible. “Could it be…?” Bradd swallowed hard, unable to believe it, unsure. But if it wasn’t a soul-related supreme artifact, what else could possess such power?! “Could the young master be the son of some supreme god?!” Bradd began to speculate wildly, yet he doubted it—after all, the Yellow Dragon was only a mid-tier god; it couldn’t possibly be the son of a supreme god.

As Bradd pondered, his mind in turmoil, a thunderous dragon roar sounded. He looked up— the Yellow Dragon’s body had disappeared, replaced by a five-clawed golden dragon towering thousands of feet high. The golden dragon raised its head and roared: “Woo! Om! Ah! Hung! Ma! Ya! Fu! Bo!”

Bradd saw the Yellow Dragon transform into its dragon form, open its mouth, and emit eight mysterious notes. Then, like the roars of thousands of dragons, the entire world seemed to be filled only with dragon roars. A terrifying sound wave spread out, rushing forward tens of thousands of miles. All the mountains and ancient trees in its path vanished—not reduced to dust, but simply gone.

“This… is a dragon clan’s innate secret technique?!” Bradd was shocked. After all, he had once fought fiercely against an elder from the Runing family, and that elder never used such an innate secret technique, nor had he heard of such a technique existing in the Runing family?!
A moment later, the Yellow Dragon transformed back into human form, and everything around them returned to calm.
“Young master, you… you actually achieved breakthrough?!”, Bradd exclaimed as he watched the Yellow Dragon approach, unable to believe that it had risen from the peak of mid-tier gods to upper-tier gods?!
Is this Nimeng Fruit really that powerful?!