Chapter 0125: The Four-Winged Angel

Not long after Huang Long and the others left, a dozen or so figures appeared at the place wherePhit had died. Each of these individuals exuded a presence no less formidable thanPhit’s. At the forefront was none other than the Dragon Emperor Fei Li. At that moment, golden flames enveloped his entire body, and the air around him melted as if iron encountered the flames of the earth’s core. Oudo stood behind the Dragon Emperor Fei Li, scanning the sea around him with shock and suspicion: “Who is this? How dare they kill a member of our dragon clan here!”

Golden Sacred Dragons likePhit had an essential soul within the Dragon Island’s palace. If they died, their souls would vanish, which is why their deaths alarmed everyone on the island. However, due toPhit’s relationship with the Dragon Emperor Fei Li, even he came to investigate. The other dragon elders remained silent but wore stern expressions, their murderous intent spreading everywhere. Combined, their killing intent was overwhelming, even alerting the strong warriors and sea creatures on nearby islands within hundreds of miles.

The Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s eyes gleamed coldly. He pressed and drew his right hand in the air above the sea, causing the water to recede and sink. Piles of ashes began to gather from afar—from the sea surface, the sky above it, and from depths of hundreds or even thousands of feet beneath the sea. Gradually, these ashes took shape—it was actually Moro’s body before his death. Yet the ashes swayed in the wind, seemingly ready to scatter at any moment, yet somehow held together by some unknown force.

If any powerful being from the Divine Realm were here, they would be astonished to realize that the Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s strength was now comparable to that of a Divine Realm warrior. With just a single gesture of his hand, he could create waves hundreds or even thousands of feet deep—something even Huang Long could not do, let alone the Demon King Wei Fu.

A golden light flashed in the Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s eyes as a halo enveloped the human-shaped ashes. After a while, he stopped, his eyes flickering. The ashes dispersed and floated back on the sea surface. Then, he pressed his right hand in all directions in the air, gathering a mist of blood. This was the dragon blood that had splashed into the air and sea afterPhit’s head was severed by Huang Long’s Purple Thunder Sky Blade. Once gathered, the Dragon Emperor Fei Li pulled it up with his hand, and light emanated from his palm. The mist seemed to come to life, writhing as if alive. After a while, it dispersed.

The Dragon Emperor Fei Li stood in midair, his gaze fixed on the direction in which Huang Long and the others had gone.

Odo stepped forward, came behind Dragon Emperor Fei Li, and said respectfully, “Your Majesty, could it be those foolish birds from the Phoenix Divine Tree?”
On an island thousands of miles away from Dragon Island stood the Phoenix Divine Tree, home to the Phoenix clan.
The Phoenix clan and the dragon clan had always been at odds.
Dragon Emperor Fei Li frowned. “No.”
“However, it’s certain that Moro andPhit were killed by the same person,” Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s eyes flashed with cold light.
Though he couldn’t identify who it was, he knew they died at the hands of the same person—this was the clue he had just uncovered.
“Killed by the same person!” The dragon clan’s elders were shocked.
Moro was a high-ranking being in the Holy Land,Phit was a mid-ranking one, and their true form was golden sacred dragons—their strength was no less than Moro’s. There were few in the Eternal Realm capable of killing both of them.
On the Endless Sea, only the leader of the Phoenix clan and the island lords of Thunderflame Island possessed such strength.
But if it wasn’t the Phoenix clan leader, and those island lords had no feud with Dragon Island and had always lived in peace, then who could it be?
The Four Sacred Kings of the Sea Clan?
Apart from Empress Euman of the Sea Clan, perhaps only the Supreme Sacred King Luotian, who ruled over the four sacred kings in the seas, had such power.
But Supreme Sacred King Luotian had a close relationship with Dragon Emperor Fei Li and would never do such a thing.
Who could it be?!
“Odo, issue orders for the Sea Clan and its allied islands to block sea routes and search for any suspicious strong beings at the peak of the Holy Land!” Dragon Emperor Fei Li clenched his dragon fist and said coldly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Odo replied respectfully.
Originally, finding the ancient dragon god’s tomb among the ruins of the gods was a cause for great joy, but now Dragon Emperor Fei Li’s happiness had vanished completely, replaced only by endless murderous intent.
Someone dared to kill people around Dragon Island, and moreover, they killed golden sacred dragons of the dragon clan!
This was no longer just a challenge to the dragon clan’s dignity—it was outright disregard and a severe mockery of their power.
…
On the Sacred Mountain, in the Light Temple.
At that moment, Gerson stood before Pope Hades. As the head of the tribunal, he didn’t dare breathe heavily, even his breathing was tense.
Pope Hades, unlike his usual calm expression, now showed fierce anger. The aura of a being at the peak of the Holy Land pressed down on the temple’s flames, keeping them from extinguishing.
“You’re saying that the six people from Blair disappeared in the Death Valley!” Pope Hades’s voice was deep, filled with extreme murderous intent.
“Yes, Your Holiness,” Gerson said, drenched in cold sweat.

The six members of Blair’s group are indeed dead! But Gerson didn’t dare answer that way. He could only say they had disappeared! They died while trying to capture Gusta, the culprit of Death Valley.
Though hard to believe, it was the truth.
“Where is Gusta?!” Haides demanded.
Gerson hesitated for a moment.
“Speak!” Haides said in a cold voice.
“He… he’s also gone.” Gerson’s face turned pale.
“Gone again! How do you, as head of the tribunal, handle things like this?” Haides snapped.
Gerson lowered his head, too afraid to speak.
The temple was silent.
In fact, when Gusta decided to follow the Yellow Dragon, the Yellow Dragon had implanted a transformation jade talisman into Gusta’s body, changing his appearance. That’s why Gerson couldn’t track him. Now, only Borg and Nat knew that it was Gusta following the Yellow Dragon.
After a long while, Haides, holding the sacred staff, slowly walked to the temple window.
“The Blue Whale Temple has reappeared, is that true?” Haides asked.
The Blue Whales were one of the most powerful races among the sea creatures. Over ten thousand years ago, a divine warrior from their race emerged, reaching the pinnacle of divinity even before ascending to the divine realm.
Recently, the Holy Church received news that the temple where this Blue Whale divine warrior practiced had reappeared after remaining dormant for over ten thousand years.
“It’s true, Your Holiness,” Gerson quickly stepped forward and replied respectfully.
“Have you found the key to the temple?” Haides asked.
“Not yet,” Gerson replied with a trembling voice.
“Go then. I hope you won’t disappoint me again this time,” Haides said, turning around.
Gerson quickly replied respectfully and was about to leave the temple when Haides called him back and asked, “Where is the Yellow Dragon?”
“He seems to have gone to the Endless Sea,” Gerson replied uncertainly.
The Yellow Dragon and his group often disappeared mysteriously, and even Gerson couldn’t track their whereabouts. Initially, after the battle with the Eran family at the border of the Orc Empire, the Yellow Dragon had appeared in the dwarven kingdom’s capital before disappearing again.
That’s why Gerson wasn’t aware of the Yellow Dragon passing through Death Valley; otherwise, he would have guessed that the deaths of Blair’s six members were related to the Yellow Dragon.
Haides frowned upon hearing this. After sending Gerson away, he fell into deep thought.
What was the Yellow Dragon doing in the Endless Sea?

Recalling the battle at the orc empire’s border against the Yellow Dragon, Haides felt mixed emotions. Initially, he had planned to use the situation to have the Elan family kill the Yellow Dragon or provoke a fierce battle between the two sides, but now everything had gone beyond his expectations. The Elan family member who brought the news to Jeff was no longer in this world, and Haides wasn’t worried that the Elan family would uncover anything. Still, their current inaction seemed to indicate that they had become suspicious of the Church. Haides even began to doubt whether his original decision had been wrong. The Elan family and the Holy Church could be ignored, but what about the Yellow Dragon? No major force on the Hengyuan Continent could afford to overlook its influence. Everything seemed to be going against him. The Soul-Purifying Pill he had ordered Cole to purchase at the auction had been studied by the alchemists under the Holy Church for over two months without any progress—neither could they figure out how to craft it, let alone what materials were used. These fools! The thought filled Haides with anger. Now, many major forces were showing interest in the Yellow Dragon Alliance. He knew that after acquiring the Soul-Purifying Pill, their research results would likely be the same as those of the Holy Church, which was why he had made such plans. A while later, Haides entered the back door of the temple and climbed up the jade stairs, entering an alternate space. In this space, the holy energy was even denser than that within the temple. “Lord Tobid!” Upon arriving in this space and standing atop a mysterious pattern in its center, Haides spoke respectfully to the void. After he spoke, an angel radiating beams of holy energy appeared in the void. This angel had four wings—it was a quadriwinged angel, one whose strength rivaled that of the powerful beings in the divine realm! “Haides, why have you summoned me?” the quadriwinged angel Tobid asked, his voice somewhat lazy. “Lord Tobid, Lord Blair encountered some accidents during a mission a few days ago,” Haides hesitated for a moment before finally revealing the truth. Upon hearing that Blair and the others had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God, “Oh!” Tobid’s lazy demeanor vanished, and his eyes sparkled with interest. “What happened?” He knew Blair’s strength well. Haides had no choice but to recount in detail what Gerson had reported to the quadriwinged angel Tobid. After listening, Tobid fell into silence. “Investigate!” he finally said solemnly after a while. “Yes, Lord Tobid,” replied Haides.

More than an hour later, Haides emerged from the alternate space and looked up at the sky of the Holy Mountain, which was somewhat gray.