Chapter 0688: An Elder of the Tianlong Clan?

Huang Long nodded and then pondered, “I heard that some Divine Kings also participated in this war in the Hongmeng Realm. Do you know why?”
Nisier bowed and said, “Master, well…” He was about to say he wasn’t sure when he suddenly met Huang Long’s sharp gaze and quickly changed his words, “It is said to be for the Tianyou Tree!”
“The Tianyou Tree?!” Huang Long’s eyes sparkled. “The Hongmeng Sacred Treasure, the Tianyou Tree?!”
The Hongmeng Sacred Treasure, the Tianyou Tree, was a legendary divine tree. Its rank was even higher than that of the Seven-Colored Lotus Tree Huang Long had seen before, no wonder even Divine Kings were tempted by it.
This Tianyou Tree had many wonderful uses, one of which was to grant endless divine power. Whether it was a Supreme God or a Divine King, as long as they merged this tree with their own essence, they wouldn’t have to worry about running out of strength against enemies.
Could it be that the Fire Yang Divine King came to the Hongmeng Realm’s battlefield for this Tianyou Tree?! Huang Long’s eyes flickered.
“Yes, Master, it is indeed the Tianyou Tree!” Nisier replied respectfully.
Huang Long nodded and mused, “I heard that Felix, the Divine King of the Leipeng Clan, also came. Do you know where Felix is now?!” With the appearance of the Tianyou Tree, the battlefield was vast and difficult to search through. If they knew Felix’s location, they could find the tree.
Nisier shook his head. “I don’t know that.” Seeing Huang Long’s fierce gaze, Nisier’s expression changed, and he quickly added, “It’s true, Master. I really don’t know, but Newwen should know.”
Huang Long hummed in agreement and pondered for a moment. His original spirit stepped out of the auspicious clouds and flashed into the Chaos Bell Celestial Array.
Inside the array, Newwen saw Huang Long with a complex expression—reverence, anger, murderous intent, and also a plea for mercy.
“Let me go, and I’ll tell you everything I know!” Newwen said. He had overheard Huang Long and Nisier’s conversation outside.
What he hadn’t expected was that Nisier, his long-time friend, would dare to betray the Leipeng Clan. The Harsch family relied on one of the major clans under the Leipeng Clan.
Huang Long looked at him and sneered, “Let you go? Do you even have a choice?!”
Newwen’s expression shifted rapidly, ending in despair. Indeed, given his current situation, he had no other choice! As one of the five elders of the Leipeng Clan, he never imagined he would one day end up as a prisoner of others, forced to beg for mercy just to survive?!
This filled Newwen with shock, hatred, and anger!

Newwen clenched his fists tightly.
The Yellow Dragon did not strike but watched him calmly.
At that moment, struggling inwardly, Newwen acted—shouting angrily as lightning flashed in his hands. A green long spear appeared, and he thrust it at the Yellow Dragon.
The divine spear’s strike wielded immense power, tearing through space. Under the starry sky, countless black holes appeared—such was the strength of that single strike!
“A Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure?” The Yellow Dragon was surprised upon seeing the spear in Newwen’s hands, not expecting him to possess an attack artifact of the Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure level.
Earlier, even though Newwen had been wounded multiple times by the Thunder Beast and devastated within the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation, he never summoned this Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure, showing great restraint!
In truth, Newwen had been waiting for an opportunity—a chance to escape!
Now, he believed this was his perfect chance to flee.
The Yellow Dragon, present within the formation, thought Newwen would choose to surrender, so his vigilance toward him dropped significantly. Unaware that Newwen possessed a Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure, he believed this sudden attack would surely injure the Yellow Dragon greatly, allowing him to break free from the formation.
Rather than surrender to the Yellow Dragon and suffer humiliation, he decided to take a desperate gamble and fight to the death!
A fierce light flashed in Newwen’s eyes as his divine spear pierced through space, arriving instantly in front of the Yellow Dragon. He roared, “Die!”
Above the spear, lightning expanded like ocean waves, with crystalline, icy glimmers shining within it.
Seeing this, the Yellow Dragon smiled coldly. A stream of colorful light appeared on his body, revealing a Taoist robe—the Pangu Immortal Artifact, the Bagua Zi Shou Taoist Robe.
After being refined many times by the Yellow Dragon, the Bagua Zi Shou Taoist Robe had become an elite immortal artifact. Once summoned, its radiant light filled a radius of a hundred miles around the Yellow Dragon.
As these lights flowed, they formed an energy shield.
Finally, Newwen’s attack arrived.
Holding his divine spear, he thrust it fiercely at the energy shield emitted by the Bagua Zi Shou Taoist Robe. The lights trembled, then cracks appeared. As the cracks widened, with a loud crash, the shield shattered. Moving forward like a thunder blade, Newwen sliced through the lights.
Although the Bagua Zi Shou Taoist Robe was an elite immortal artifact with strong defensive power, it was still broken under the full force of Newwen, who wielded a Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure and was at the supreme goddess stage.
Watching Newwen, who had pierced through the shield and was now attacking him, the Yellow Dragon sneered coldly. Then, he slowly raised his hands. Golden dragon scales covered his palms as he delivered a strike.

With this strike, two colossal golden dragons of water and fire surged toward Newwen.
Alarmed, Newwen roared in fury, channeling his supreme divine power to fiercely attack the two dragons.
“Get away from me!” Newwen’s voice was hoarse, his eyes blood-red. He was gambling everything on this one strike—this was his only hope!
Whether he could break through the encirclement hinged on this strike!
He would not fail!
Above his divine spear, thunder exploded as it collided with the water and fire dragons. With a roar, Newwen’s body trembled as divine lightning energy surged from his spear, aiming to destroy the two dragons!
Finally, the water and fire dragons were scattered!
Newwen continued to wield his spear, attacking the yellow dragon. From afar, he resembled a storm of lightning, surrounded by thunderous energy.
“If you want to kill me, I’ll make you die!” After breaking through the obstacles of the purple robe and the water and fire dragons, Newwen arrived before the yellow dragon, now less than a kilometer away.
A kilometer was merely a fraction of a second for these supreme divine warriors. To Newwen, even if the yellow dragon tried to counterattack, it would be too late.
Confident that this strike would deal severe damage, he believed he could overwhelm his opponent!
It seemed as though Newwen already saw hope of breaking through the encirclement.
Seeing Newwen’s fierce gaze filled with joy, the yellow dragon understood his intentions and sneered inwardly, as golden clouds surged around its body.
These golden clouds piled up like barriers.
Newwen’s attack finally arrived. His spear struck the golden clouds surrounding the yellow dragon. Thunder exploded, causing the clouds to surge and disperse, revealing the yellow dragon’s true form.
With a clear clang, the spear pierced through the golden clouds and struck the yellow dragon’s body. The purple robe flashed with light.
Seeing his strike finally land on the enemy, Newwen’s face lit up with joy, and he couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
But just as he started laughing, his laughter suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the spot where the spear had struck.

The divine spear seemed stuck there, unmoving, while the frantic, destructive lightning energy above it appeared to hit an invisible barrier and spread outward. At that moment, Newwen saw a layer of golden dragon scales covering the opponent’s body, with a thin layer of light flowing over them—the light was both like water and fire, merging together, and it was this thin layer of water-and-fire light that blocked his destructive lightning energy.

“You… what kind of technique is this?!” Newwen couldn’t help but exclaim.

The yellow dragon sneered, “You want to know?” Its tone shifted to something cold and sinister, “A dying man doesn’t need to know!” With that, it stretched out its hands.

Newwen stared in terror at the yellow dragon’s hands.

The dragon’s hands, covered in golden scales, had completely transformed into golden claws.

“The Dragon Clan?!” This thought flashed through Newwen’s mind. Earlier, he had only focused on killing the yellow dragon and hadn’t paid attention to the golden scales on its body; now he finally noticed them.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, suddenly, the yellow dragon’s golden claws pressed down on his chest. The powerful power of the immortal spirit rushed through his chest, instantly destroying all the tendons and meridians within!

Newwen’s body jolted violently, as if everything inside him had been turned upside down. His internal organs seemed to have been completely rearranged.

“Pfft!” Newwen spat out bloody saliva and was flung backward. His grip on the divine spear loosened, and the spear flew out.

The yellow dragon reached out and caught the spear. It was about three to four meters long, as thick as an arm, and colored dark blue. Various mysterious runes were carved on its shaft, glowing with a faint, cold light.

After storing the divine spear in the Five Pits Divine Cauldron, the yellow dragon turned to look at Newwen.

By now, Newwen, who had been flung away, had a sunken area on his chest, with a clear golden claw mark printed on top of his supreme divine armor.

Newwen’s eyes dimmed, blood dripping from his lips as he stared at the yellow dragon in fear.

Was the opponent from the Dragon Clan?! This thought kept circling in Newwen’s mind.

Among the three thousand races of the Hongmeng universe, only the Heavenly Dragon Clan possessed such powerful beings! Divine King Opot and the fallen Meng Lei were both from the Heavenly Dragon Clan.

The Heavenly Dragon Clan and the Thunder Roc Clan were among the five strongest clans among the three thousand races of Hongmeng. However, due to Meng Lei’s death, their strength had declined significantly, though their power remained undeniable.

“Are you an elder of the Heavenly Dragon Clan?!” Newwen asked in shock, enduring the intense pain inside him.

“The Heavenly Dragon Clan?” The yellow dragon understood what he meant but didn’t answer. Instead, it dashed forward and appeared in front of him. Under Newwen’s terrified gaze, it struck his chest again with both hands.

How could the severely injured Newen evade the Yellow Dragon’s attack? He was struck by it. After being sent flying again, he felt the world spinning and lost his senses.