Chapter 0114: The Golden Bimon

The cold wind howled as three massive Bimon beasts stood atop the land, resembling three enormous mountain statues.
Between those three mountain statues sat Na Zhen, the head of the Elan family.
The weak sunlight shone down, stretching the silhouettes of the three Bimon beasts long, casting three huge shadows on the ground.
An invisible chill began to form.
The three Bimon beasts were fifty to sixty meters tall, their golden fur emitting a faint glow in the sunlight.
Hundreds of meters behind them stood rows of troops.
These were the troops of the Orc Empire, as well as those of the Elan family.
On the Hengyuan Continent, some super-large families were allowed to have their own private armies, which also reflected the Elan family’s status in the Orc Empire.
Na Zhen stared straight ahead, his expression utterly calm.
Na Duo was his eldest son and his most beloved child. He never expected him to die on the return journey from the Lu Tong Kingdom’s auction. Gone forever!
A white-haired man seeing off a black-haired one!
When he heard the news, he was stunned, only coming back to his senses when the family elders called him.
Duo was dead! Dead!
Yellow Dragon! Nat!
Na Zhen’s eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent.
The sand seemed to sense Na Zhen’s killing intent and began to swirl.
Gradually, through the swirling sand, Na Zhen saw several figures appearing on the distant horizon. At the sight of them, his eyes flashed with cold light.
Finally, they’ve arrived! Finally!
Yellow Dragon, the man who had stirred up chaos across the entire Hengyuan Continent, had finally appeared before him.
The sandstorm seemed to intensify with the arrival of Yellow Dragon and his group, swirling in the air like a desolate landscape.
Seeing Yellow Dragon and his party arrive, the Orcic legendary priests sitting on the other two Bimon beasts also straightened up.
“Young master!” Bog said solemnly as he saw the group in the distance, addressing Yellow Dragon.
“Let’s go.” In fact, Yellow Dragon already knew they were setting up a trap to wait for his arrival. But he didn’t think avoidance was a good solution, and he didn’t need to hide anyway.
Nat hesitated, looking at the Elan family’s group ahead. Somehow, he felt excited—ten years, ten years had passed.
Yellow Dragon rode on the sky-blue python ox, walking slowly step by step. By now, the python ox had also reverted to its true form—a 20-zhang-tall beast moving like a mountain.

The Sky Blue Python Ox was enveloped in faint blue air currents that kept the sand and dust at bay. With each step it took, the ground trembled. A formidable presence surged forward. Such power made the armies of the Elan family, standing behind the Bimon beasts, pale with fear. Bog and Nat also took to the air, flying alongside the Yellow Dragon. The aura of the Sky Blue Python Ox challenged the dignity of the Bimon beasts, which roared loudly toward the sky. Their roars, like the clash of metal and stone, shook the ground and even altered the colors of the sky and earth. The combined roars of the three beasts nearly overpowered that of the Sky Blue Python Ox. Na Zhen remained unmoved, still seated atop the central Bimon beast, coldly staring at the figure on the Sky Blue Python Ox, occasionally glancing at Nat beside the Yellow Dragon. It was only when they were hundreds of feet away that the Sky Blue Python Ox stopped. At that moment, the wind and dust ceased as well. When the roars of the three Bimon beasts stopped, everything seemed to come to a halt. Na Zhen broke the silence, but he did not look at the Yellow Dragon instead turning to Nat: “You traitor who abandoned your clan! I spared your life back then, yet now you’ve joined outsiders to kill your own nephew!” Na Zhen’s voice was calm, but it carried the fury and murderous intent of a volcano about to erupt. Nat’s face twisted in anger as he suddenly laughed maniacally, his voice filled with hatred: “Hahaha! You spared my life back then—so I really should be grateful to you! Grateful for your kindness in not killing me?!” “But I haven’t forgotten how you humiliated me in front of our clan members!” “Ten years—ten years! I still remember how you drove me out of the clan, and how you had others oppress me after that!” “If not for you, Eilan wouldn’t have died!” “If not for you, Na Xin wouldn’t have died!” In his final words, Nat pointed at Na Zhen, still seated on the Bimon beast, and roared, tears welling in his eyes. Eilan and Na Xin were his wife and son. Remembering how they died tragically because of him, he was filled with hatred—hatred for his own incompetence, and hatred for his elder brother’s heartlessness and cruelty. Na Zhen’s expression turned icy, as violent air currents surged throughout his body. At that moment, Jeff, the legendary priest seated on another Bimon beast, shouted angrily, “Dare you, Nat! You wretched dog, daring to insult the clan leader!”

“According to the family laws, those who defy their superiors or show disrespect to the family head shall be punished severely!” Another legendary priest, Rock, also shouted coldly.
Huang Long watched indifferently as Bogge sneered, “The Elan family really thinks it’s so mighty—its laws are truly strict!”
“Not to mention that Nat isn’t part of your Elan family now. Even if he were, it’s not up to your little Elan family to give orders here!”
Jeff and Rock grew angry and were about to speak when Na Zhen raised his hand and turned to Huang Long, asking, “Are you Huang Long? The one who destroyed my Elan family’s sacred realm and killed my direct descendants?”
Na Zhen’s tone was icy, and his aura grew stronger.
Huang Long replied, “I am Huang Long.” Then, his tone shifted, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, “But it wasn’t me who killed your son.”
Na Zhen burst into laughter and pointed at Huang Long, “So the legendary figure who’s been making waves across the Hengyuan Continent is actually a coward who can’t take responsibility! He dares not admit to killing someone!”
Bogge and Nado both became furious, but Huang Long simply raised his hand, too lazy to explain. He glanced at their formation and said calmly, “It seems I won’t be able to leave today without settling this.”
Na Zhen chuckled, “Exactly.”
Huang Long, Tianqing Python Ox, and Bogge—only three sacred beasts. In Na Zhen’s eyes, Nat’s level 9 strength was negligible. On their side, aside from the three of them, there were also three mighty Bimon beasts, giving them a clear advantage.
“Just these three apes?” Huang Long pointed at the three Bimon beasts. To him, they were nothing more than enlarged apes.
Now, not only Na Zhen but also the legendary priests Jeff and Rock, along with the three Bimon beasts, became enraged.
Apes were considered the lowest-tier pets on the Hengyuan Continent.
“Little human, how dare you compare our great Bimon sacred beasts to inferior creatures? You’re seeking death!” The middle Bimon beast’s light golden fur bristled as it roared, opening its mouth to unleash a massive storm.
The storm rushed forward with unstoppable force, engulfing Huang Long and his group. It then blasted hundreds of feet away, shaking the ground violently.
After a long time, the dust cleared, revealing a huge crater hundreds of feet away. A tunnel over ten meters wide had been carved into the ground, its surroundings seemingly solidified by golden light, glowing faintly.
Golden Roar!
A Bimon beast’s combat technique!
Bimon beasts also had another name: Golden Bimons.

The Orc Empire did not have peak experts from the Sacred Realm, but its strength ranked among the top three among the five great empires. One of the most important reasons was its possession of the Golden Bimon Giants. Like the Golden Sacred Dragons of the dragon race, these Bimon Giants started life at the ninth level of strength and could reach the Sacred level as they grew. Even over 5,000 years ago, the Orc Empire had seen a Bimon Giant that had evolved to the Divine Realm. In terms of both innate talent and attack power, these Bimon Giants were no less formidable than the Golden Sacred Dragons. The Bimon Giant that Na Zhen rode had the strength of a high-level being from the Sacred Realm, and its devastating attack just now was enough to shock everyone present. The army of the Elan family standing behind them could not help but feel awe and began to cheer. However, Na Zhen, Jeff, and Rock frowned, as they could not sense the presence of the Yellow Dragon and his group—they had mysteriously disappeared! Yes, disappeared! Vanished right before their eyes. “What’s going on?” Na Zhen was shocked inwardly as he scanned every corner of the area. But this was flat ground with no place to hide. Invisibility? The idea flashed through Na Zhen’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Only true Divine Realm experts who controlled space could instantly create their own spatial domain and hide within it. The opponent couldn’t possibly be at the Divine Realm level. Yet, as he searched anxiously for the Yellow Dragon and his group, their figures slowly reappeared where they had stood before. Na Zhen and the others were stunned—how was this possible? Jeff and Rock exchanged glances, sensing each other’s confusion. “Pretty strong brute force,” said the Yellow Dragon, staring coldly at the Golden Bimon in the middle before soaring into the air. Lightning flashed all over his body as thunderous bolts shot into the sky, accompanied by an overwhelming pressure that filled the air. With a mere thought, the Yellow Dragon also summoned the Sky Blue Python Ox, Bog, and Nat into the Group of Immortals Pavilion. His aura grew stronger by the moment, and as his pressure spread, the army of the Elan family retreated in fear. The Yellow Dragon roared toward the sky like a dragon’s chant. His voice reached dozens of miles away, causing all beasts to tremble. Even the three Bimon Giants showed signs of alarm. Na Zhen, Jeff, and Rock stopped thinking about the disappearance of the Sky Blue Python Ox, Bog, and Nat. With solemn expressions, they began chanting an unknown melody. Yes, it was a melody. Orc priests were different from magicians. While magicians cast spells by reciting incantations, orc priests used melodies. Magicians needed mana to cast spells, while orc priests required musical power to perform battle songs.

As the three of Nazen chanted, a powerful song energy surged forth, and mysterious forces spread out from around them.