Chapter 0588: Not Worth Fearing

Night gradually fell.
The first day of the competition was over.
Inside a palace halfway up Mount Leipeng…
“This Yellow Dragon actually managed to craft a high-tier master artifact in just fifteen minutes!” Keller frowned. He was quite surprised by this result.
“Elder Keller, there’s no need to worry. Even if this Yellow Dragon can create a high-tier master artifact in fifteen minutes, so what? Can such an artifact win first place in the rematch?” said another elder from Mount Tianlong from atop the hall.
“That’s right. This Yellow Dragon isn’t worth fearing!” added another elder with a smile.
A Yellow Dragon is merely a ruler—it can’t craft the supreme artifact. Without that ability, it surely won’t come in first in the rematch.
“Not to mention first place—whether it can even make it into the top thirty is uncertain!” interjected the earlier elder.
After a while, Opot raised his hand to silence everyone.
“As for this artifact-making competition, we certainly don’t need to worry about this Yellow Dragon,” Opot said. After a pause, he added, “But keeping this Yellow Dragon around is a threat. Once this competition is over and he leaves Mount Leipeng, kill him!”
“Yes, Your Divine Majesty!”
Meanwhile, in another palace halfway up the mountain, the people of Mount Fengjin were also discussing the matter.
Of course, their views were similar to those of Mount Tianlong’s people—they believed the Yellow Dragon couldn’t create a supreme artifact and thus posed no threat in the rematch.
“Your Divine Majesty, this Yellow Dragon killed our people from Mount Fengjin, including Xili. We must kill him to avenge our kin,” said Elder Rodney.
The elders of Mount Fengjin remained silent. This news came from Mount Tianlong—Rodney surely knew about it. Was he trying to find someone to vent his anger by killing the Yellow Dragon now?!
Yet, the dead man was his most beloved grandson, so the elders of Mount Fengjin also stayed silent.
Wifley didn’t speak either.
“The Yellow Dragon must die, but not now!” Leo glanced at everyone before fixing his gaze on Rodney.
The elders of Mount Fengjin were stunned, looking at Their Divine Majesty in confusion. Did he mean they couldn’t kill the Yellow Dragon for now?!
“Your Divine Majesty, the Yellow Dragon…” Rodney opened his mouth to speak.
“Enough, let it be!” Leo said calmly, raising his hand.
Seeing this, Rodney could only respectfully agree and step aside.
In truth, Leo’s decision not to kill the Yellow Dragon wasn’t out of pity. He suspected the Yellow Dragon was the one who stole the head of the Thunder Dragon!

Of course, it’s just a suspicion, but if it’s true—if the Yellow Dragon is killed, won’t the MonLei Dragon Head Dragon Head disappear forever? That ancient bell, the World Tree—he wants to seize them both; he also wants to get back the MonLei Dragon Head Dragon Head! However, Leo doesn’t know that the MonLei Dragon Head Dragon Head has already merged with the Yellow Dragon and no longer exists in this world. If he did know, he would surely go mad. People on Tianlong Mountain and Fengjin Mountain were discussing it, as were all the factions from Leipeng Mountain who came to compete. As for the master of Leipeng Mountain, God King Hibere, he was furious. With a swipe of his hand in the void, he sent Erke flying. Erke screamed in pain before crawling back into the hall, “My lord God King, spare my life! I’ll never dare do this again, never act without permission!” At the Artifact Smelting Competition, the Yellow Dragon stunned everyone by crafting a high-tier primary divine artifact in just fifteen minutes, drawing Hibere’s attention. What angered Hibere even more was that upon investigation, it turned out the Yellow Dragon was assigned to the lowest courtyard at the foot of Leipeng Mountain! Thus, this scene ensued. “Next time? How dare you think there will be a next time?!” Hibere sent Erke flying again with another swipe of his hand, roaring, “You’ve brought shame to Leipeng Mountain!” The Yellow Dragon was placed in the lowest courtyard at the foot of Leipeng Mountain. Perhaps other factions didn’t know before, but now, all the factions that came must be aware. Is this how Leipeng Mountain treats a peak-level ruler? One who could craft a high-tier primary divine artifact in just fifteen minutes? Is this Leipeng Mountain’s way of treating guests?! But it’s not appropriate to arrange another residence for the Yellow Dragon now—wouldn’t that mean Leipeng Mountain is apologizing to him? Yet if he continues to live there now that everyone knows, what will other factions think?! The more Hibere thought about it, the angrier he became. He glared at Erke, wishing he could kill him with a single swing. “My lord, God King!” At that moment, an elder from Leipeng Mountain stepped forward cautiously in the hall. This elder was Xiao Shili, the chief elder of Leipeng Mountain and also Erke’s ancestor. Hibere didn’t kill Erke on the spot, at least partly out of respect for Xiao Shili. “What is it?” Hibere asked in a deep voice. “The Yellow Dragon is just a minor ruler. It’s already a great honor for us to be able to invite him here. He’s extremely arrogant. Nidi, who was sent to deliver the token to him, reported that he spoke arrogantly and didn’t even regard Leipeng Mountain as anything. Assigning him to the courtyard at the foot of the mountain is merely a light punishment for him,” said Xiao Shili, carefully watching Hibere’s expression the whole time.

“A mere little ruler?” Heibei was furious. “Is the Yellow Dragon just some trivial little ruler? Have you ever seen a little ruler who can craft an upper-tier divine artifact in fifteen minutes?!”
Xiao Shili and the others fell silent as if struck by fear.
“He’s speaking nonsense? What did he say?” Heibei’s tone changed as he asked.
Xiao Shili was overjoyed and quickly replied, “Relying on his strength, and seeing that Nidi is weaker than him, he claims that Leipeng Mountain, Tianlong Mountain, and Fengjin Mountain are all nothing special!”
Originally, such words should have been unbelievable, but with the rumor that the Yellow Dragon had killed the ruler of Tianlong Mountain and Fengjin Mountain, it wasn’t entirely impossible for him to say such things.
Heibei frowned and glanced at Erke, whose face was swollen like a pig’s head in the grand hall. Waving his hand, he ordered, “Get out of here!”
Erke, terrified and feeling he had escaped death, kowtowed repeatedly before hurrying out of the hall.
The next day, the sun shone brightly once again.
Everyone gathered once more at the halfway point of Leipeng Mountain. The crowd was even larger than on the first day’s preliminary rounds, and today’s semifinals were even more bustling.
In today’s semifinals, there were a hundred participants, most of whom were Supreme Gods, with only three powerful rulers. In everyone’s eyes, the Yellow Dragon was one of them.
For the semifinals, the materials were still provided by Leipeng Mountain, and everyone received the same materials. However, compared to the preliminary rounds, the amount of material was much less, enough only for two attempts at crafting.
Two attempts meant a 50% success rate. Even for crafting a divine artifact, this was quite difficult for Supreme Gods.
“Start!” As Heibei gave the order, the divine power and Supreme God power around the Yellow Dragon surged once again.
Just like before, the Yellow Dragon calmly sent these materials into the air. With heavenly fire transforming into a dragon, he began to refine the materials, removing impurities.
After a while, the impurities were gone, and the materials turned into a glowing liquid. The Yellow Dragon chanted spells continuously, causing the glowing liquid to wriggle and change in midair.
Unlike before, this time most of the spectators focused their attention on the Yellow Dragon. Watching his unique method of crafting, they all widened their eyes in astonishment.
On the judging platform, Heibei and Leo and the others also watched the Yellow Dragon closely.
“No furnace needed—how is he able to shape these divine stone liquids?” Heibei murmured to himself.
In crafting, the most crucial moment is when the artifact takes shape after successful refinement, usually requiring the use of a furnace.
Not only couldn’t Heibei figure it out, but Leo and the others also couldn’t see how it was done. When the Yellow Dragon stopped moving his hands, the glowing liquid in midair, after shining brightly, transformed into a long spear.
The spear was sharp, its edge gleaming with a chilling light.

Just like in the preliminary round, Huang Long took another fifteen minutes to forge the divine artifact. But this time, no one in the audience dared to mock him again. As the judge handed the long spear to Hebrei at the podium, everyone present felt their hearts tighten inexplicably.

Hebrei took the long spear and scanned it with his mental senses, immediately realizing that, just like the green sword before, it was also a high-tier supreme divine artifact. After that, Leo and the others took turns holding the spear one by one.

The expressions of Hebrei’s group varied.

“Another high-tier supreme divine artifact?” Opot laughed coldly in his heart. This Huang Long could indeed only forge high-tier supreme divine artifacts after all!

But then again, even the strongest dominators couldn’t possibly forge ultimate divine artifacts. It seemed his earlier worries were unfounded.

When Hebrei announced Huang Long’s results, the audience became agitated once more.

“I told you this Huang Long could only forge high-tier supreme divine artifacts!”

“But is he 100% successful in forging them?!”

Having forged high-tier supreme divine artifacts twice in a row, many people wondered if Huang Long could forge them with 100% accuracy.

After the semifinals, only thirty out of the hundred people advanced to the next round. And when the semifinal results were announced, Huang Long once again advanced to the next round without any surprises.

At the courtyard at the foot of Leipeng Mountain:

“Haha, Master, I heard that for tomorrow’s final match, Leipeng Mountain doesn’t specify how much material is required,” Jerome said with a smile. “Then, Master, why not show them a batch of ultimate divine artifacts?”

Jerome couldn’t help but recall the scene of forging artifacts by Silver Mirror Lake in the Netherworld.

A batch of ultimate divine artifacts? Warnerat smiled secretly, thinking Jerome was just bluffing.

Huang Long remained silent with a smile.

“Master, Vitya from Tianlong Mountain wants to see you. She’s outside right now,” Na Zhen reported as he entered.

“Oh, Vitya?” Huang Long pondered for a moment. “Ask her to come in.”

Na Zhen replied respectfully and left. A moment later, he returned, followed by a woman in light blue clothes—Vitya. Compared to a few months ago, the smile on her pretty face had faded, and a hint of worry appeared between her brows.

“You all may go first!” Huang Long told Jerome and the others to leave.

After they left, Vitya stood in front of Huang Long, looking somewhat nervous. She lowered her head slightly, her small pink lips parting as if about to speak, but then stopping.

“Miss Vitya, why have you come?” Huang Long asked.

“Brother Huang Long, could you please skip tomorrow’s competition and leave Leipeng Mountain right now?” Vitiya raised her head and suddenly said, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.