69novels Chapter 789 Dragon's Rampage
Chapter 789 Dragon's Rampage
Upon hearing this, the council hall fell into complete silence; even breathing seemed to have been sucked away. The various demon clans exchanged glances, their eyes filled with embarrassment and apprehension, none daring to speak first. The mischievous nature of Long Zhao, the young patriarch of the Flood Dragon clan, was an open secret within the demon race. Relying on his dragon bloodline, he acted with impunity, having recently sneaked out of the Deep Sea Dragon Palace, declaring his intention to "explore and train" in human territory—a fact that had been rumored to be common knowledge among almost every clan. However, no one had expected that, in just half a month, his father, Long Si, would personally come to their door, clearly having gone to great lengths.
Seeing that all the demons were silent, Long Si raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes: "What? Are you all mute?" His voice was not loud, but it carried the unique pressure of the dragon clan, like a deep sea current pressing down on people's chests, "Could it be that this brat has caused trouble again and is hiding in your Fox Valley? I searched all seven sea areas and twelve islands nearby, and I couldn't even find a single dragon whisker of his."
As soon as the words were spoken, all eyes turned to the fox demon patriarch in the main seat, as if they had found their only lifeline. The patriarch inwardly cried out in alarm, but outwardly remained calm. He coughed lightly to suppress the turmoil in his heart, gestured to Long Si to invite him, and said in a gentle tone, "The dragon clan has come from afar and must be tired from their journey. Please take a seat and rest for a moment. The spiritual tea has just been brewed; moisten your throat, and we can talk slowly."
Long Si didn't stand on ceremony. As he rose, his robes billowed in a gust of wind, and he went straight to the seat of honor, second only to the head of the household. This was the confidence of the dragon clan—looking at the entire demon race, apart from those ancient races that lived in seclusion, in terms of bloodline and strength, no one could truly surpass them. He picked up the spirit tea offered by the maid. The cup was carved from thousand-year-old warm jade, smooth to the touch, but his fingertips unconsciously caressed the rim of the cup. His gaze swept over the demons in the hall, the scrutiny and urging in his eyes clearly written on his face. He was obviously waiting for the fox demon ancestor to give an answer. The atmosphere in the council hall was even more tense than when they had discussed the demon race's whereabouts. Even the candlelight seemed to flicker slightly under the invisible pressure.
Although Long Si appeared relaxed on the surface, casually twirling his teacup, only he knew that he was burning with anxiety inside. Long Zhao, though mischievous, had never been out of contact for so long before. Even when he was being naughty, he would at least send a message daily using dragon's saliva incense to let them know he was safe. Now, ten whole days had passed without a word, and the elite aquatic warriors he had dispatched had searched almost the entire surrounding area, but hadn't found a single clue. This was what worried him most.
He initially headed straight for Qingfeng Mountain, mentioned in Long Zhao's last message, but the place was deserted. Not only was there no trace of Long Zhao, but not even a hint of a dragon's aura remained, as if the boy had never been there. This unusual "cleanliness" made him more uneasy than any ominous sign—how could Long Zhao, with his flamboyant nature, leave not a single trace?
The fox demon patriarch, seated at the head of the table, observed Long Si's expression and began to calculate in his mind. Although he appeared old and frail with white hair and beard, and might be senior to Long Si, in terms of strength, the dragon clan, having roamed the deep sea for years, possessed formidable physiques and domineering supernatural powers; no one could truly ascertain the depth of their foundation. Moreover, they were now under Long Si's roof, who had come to search for his son. If things weren't handled properly, it could incur a great grudge, bringing nothing but harm to Fox Valley.
The patriarch picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and used the moment to calm himself. "Clan Chief Long, please don't be hasty. We've heard a bit about Nephew Long Zhao's temperament. However, we haven't seen any trace of him in Fox Valley these past few days. Perhaps..." He changed the subject, glancing at the elder in charge of patrolling outside the valley, "...let the patrol guards search every corner of the valley again, leaving no stone unturned, even the crevices in the rocks and the hollows in the trees, what do you think?"
Long Si looked up at the ancestor, his eyes deep and serious: "In that case, thank you very much, ancestor." He put down his teacup, the bottom of which struck the stone table with a soft sound, but it was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of all the demons—this matter today was probably not going to end so easily.
Long Si's gaze was piercing as he stared intently at the Fox Demon Ancestor, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure: "Tell me, what exactly is the situation now? Where is my son, Long Shishen?"
The demon clan leaders below exchanged glances, their faces showing surprise—"Dragon Slayer God"? This name is far too arrogant, daring to include the words "slayer god," aren't they afraid of incurring divine retribution? How dare a demon clan adopt such a grand name?
The fox demon patriarch coughed twice, forcing an awkward smile: "Brother Long, I really don't know. I only know that after that secret realm collapsed back then, only one person survived, named He Yuzhu, who is now the sect leader of the Demon Suppression Hall. Apart from him, neither the people nor the demons in the secret realm were able to come out. I'm afraid... they all sacrificed themselves."
With a crash, the jade cup in Long Si's hand slipped and shattered on the ground. He abruptly stood up, the atmosphere around him instantly becoming tense, staring intently at the fox demon patriarch, his voice trembling: "What did you say? My son... he's dead?"
Before he finished speaking, a powerful demonic aura suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping through the entire hall like a tsunami. Although the surrounding demon clan leaders also possessed some cultivation, they were no match for the overwhelming pressure of this dragon clan. Their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly channeled their demonic power to resist. Many of them were forced to retreat repeatedly, crashing into the pillars behind them.
The fox demon patriarch exerted all his strength, summoning his natal foxfire to form a barrier in front of him, barely managing to block the demonic aura. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead: "Brother Dragon! Calm down! I have something else to say!"
Long Si took a deep breath, forcefully withdrawing all the surging demonic energy into his body, and the atmosphere in the hall eased slightly. He stared at the Fox Demon Ancestor, the crimson in his eyes still lingering: "Is there anything else?"
The fox demon patriarch breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Brother Long, there might still be a chance for this. There are many doubts about what happened in the secret realm back then. He Yuzhu was the only survivor, so perhaps he knows some inside information. If you ask me, why don't we go and ask him? Maybe we can find out what really happened back then."
Long Si simply couldn't believe his son was gone. Long Shishen's mother was a pure-blooded dragon, and he himself possessed half-dragon blood. How could someone of such noble status perish so easily? In his mind, his son must have awakened his dragon bloodline in the secret realm, only to be trapped somewhere, or existing in another form. Now, someone was saying he might be dead—how could he bear it?
He suppressed the agitation in his heart and looked at the fox demon patriarch: "Where is this He Yuzhu now? I need to see him immediately."
The fox demon patriarch then truly realized the terrifying strength of the dragon clan and dared not be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly shouted to the outside of the hall, "Someone, go and call Xiao Shuai over here!"