Chapter 0909: Who Are You Really?

“Kid, speak up—how do you want to die?” Long Zhan sneered.
Huang Long smirked in return, “How do I want to die? What about you?”
Long Zhan’s eyes sharpened as he shouted, “Go ahead, kill this kid and keep his soul—use it to refine pills later!”
“Yes, Sixth Senior Brother!” Immediately, the other six disciples of the Panlong Clan eagerly obeyed and surrounded Huang Long.
“Kid, if you have to blame anyone, it’s your bad luck. If you had come an hour earlier to refine this core formation, maybe the Doumu Immortal Mansion would really have been yours!”
“But now, you can die!”
Fearing further complications, the six disciples of the Panlong Clan attacked all at once.
Each of them was a warrior from beyond four eras. As they struck, the sand in the entire space was stirred up.
A smile spread across Long Zhan’s lips.
“By killing this kid, I can fully refine this core formation and unlock the Doumu Treasure Vault!” he thought with joy.
Just then, Huang Long suddenly moved.
He threw both fists at the six men at once. From his fists, chaotic divine lightning flashed, heavenly flames spread, golden light pierced the sky, and a star-patterned formation emerged!
Under the terrified gazes of the six men, they were sent flying.
“Pfft!” “Pfft!”
Blood gushed from their bodies, splashing high into the air.
Then, three figures rose from Huang Long’s body—his Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, and True Soul. Together with Huang Long himself, they rushed above the six men and slammed down with a mighty palm strike.
“Boom!” “Boom!”
Six sounds, like explosions, came from the bodies of the six men. They screamed in agony once more before dying. Then, a flash of light appeared between Huang Long’s brows as he absorbed their divine bodies and spatial artifacts into the Heavenly Sacred Cauldron. His Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, and True Soul then turned into streams of light and returned into Huang Long’s body.
Silence reigned!
Long Zhan stood there, stunned, staring at the blood-stained sand before him, unable to process what had happened.
After a few breaths, he finally came to his senses and realized what had taken place.
“They’re dead… all of them?”
Long Zhan stared at Huang Long in horror, unable to believe it.
“Who… who are you?!” With his dragon power surging, he watched Huang Long warily, stepping back repeatedly. Yet he didn’t run—he dared not!
It seemed absurd for five peak warriors of an era to flee in front of four peak warriors of another era. But such an absurd thing was about to happen to him.
He—Long Zhan, the prodigy of the Panlong Clan!

A major force where half-saints are the elite, and those who have existed for over five eras are even higher up in that hierarchy.
“Who am I?” Huang Long stared coldly at Long Zhan. A glow flashed across his body as his appearance and figure gradually changed, returning to its original state.
“It’s you! It really is you?!” Long Zhan stared at Huang Long in disbelief, his eyes wide open as he stammered.
These days, they had been searching for Huang Long’s whereabouts, but instead of finding him, they heard news of the opening of the Doumu Immortal Mansion. So, he and the other six disciples of the Panlong Clan came to the Doumu Immortal Mansion, hoping to seize its treasures by chance.
“Indeed, it’s me!” Huang Long slowly walked toward him, saying calmly, “You’ve been looking for me these days, haven’t you? But it’s a pity—the people from the Heavenly Dao Sect aren’t with you!”
It was indeed a pity; otherwise, with Huang Long’s current strength, he could have taken them all down at once.
Long Zhan kept retreating, forcing a smile as he said, “Kid, you probably don’t know this, but Chi Rong, one of the seven disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, has also arrived. He’s a peak warrior of nine eras—his single finger could crush you. He’s right here in the Doumu Immortal Mansion. We all have communication jade talismans, and I’ve already informed him about the discovery of the core formation!”
With that, Long Zhan sneered coldly, his face turning fierce. “Kid, prepare to die!”
“Is that so?” Huang Long sneered back. Then, with a motion of his right hand, he drew out a ball of light from the void, from which faint musical notes could be heard.
“You!” Long Zhan’s expression changed drastically.
Huang Long clenched his right hand tightly, crushing the light into streams that vanished.
By the time Long Zhan and his six companions arrived, Huang Long had already set up a primordial formation around them to prevent Long Zhan from sending messages.
“Now, you can die!” Huang Long sneered, a killing intent flashing in his eyes. In an instant, he was in front of Long Zhan and delivered a fierce punch.
“You! My father is Long Hai, the grand elder of the Panlong Clan! How dare you kill me!” Long Zhan cried in terror. At the same time, a glow appeared in front of him, and the Black Dragon Shield emerged.
The Black Dragon Shield had been cracked by Huang Long’s attack earlier, but now those cracks had disappeared, and its power had grown even stronger, seemingly having been reforged by a master.
“Long Hai? I know him. But you still have to die!” Huang Long punched the Black Dragon Shield. With a loud crash, countless cracks appeared on it, growing larger until it shattered into pieces.
Long Zhan was horrified and frantically raised his fist to counter, colliding with Huang Long’s punch.

However, a destructive force emanated from Yellow Dragon’s fist, like a torrential wave that instantly submerged him. Starting from his right arm, his body began to crumble. Flesh and blood sprayed everywhere as he was flung aside and crashed heavily onto a pile of yellow sand. Yellow Dragon swiftly appeared above him. Dragon Battle struggled to get up from the pile of sand, spat out another mouthful of blood with a “waah!” sound, and looked up at Yellow Dragon with a hoarse voice, “Who the hell are you?!” He refused to accept defeat—how could he, a peak Half-Saint of five eras, die at the hands of a mere Half-Saint of four eras! He was a key disciple of the Panlong clan; without any accidents, he would surely have been able to break through to the sixth era. “Yellow Dragon,” Yellow Dragon looked down at him from above, stretched out his right hand, and a huge light sphere appeared, glowing brightly before suddenly pressing down with devastating force. “No!” “Ah!” Dragon Battle tried to escape but found he couldn’t move at all. He could only watch helplessly as the massive light sphere, filled with destructive power, crushed his body. When the light sphere disappeared, Dragon Battle was covered in blood and wounds. He struggled to lift his eyes, cast a resentful glance at Yellow Dragon, and then collapsed. With a single palm motion, Yellow Dragon captured his divine essence and spatial artifacts and stored them all inside the Sacred Cauldron. It was finally all resolved! Now, there were no more annoying obstacles preventing him from refining the core array of the Doumu Immortal Mansion. Yellow Dragon glanced at the palace complex. That complex was the core array of the Doumu Immortal Mansion. Once it was refined, Yellow Dragon would be able to fully control it, and Doumu’s treasures would belong to him! Yellow Dragon flew above the palace complex, releasing waves of magical energy from his body. His hands glowed as he suddenly slapped downward, enveloping the entire complex.