C2500 Negotiations(1)
C2500 Negotiations(1)
Chiang Zhan walked towards the Prehistoric Dragon Palace with the dignity of an invincible being. Wherever he went, the wind and clouds would stir, and the stars would move.
Boundless killing intent was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The Vast Heavens and Absolute Earth covered the sky.
The sound of footsteps was like the sound of someone walking on the heart of all the experts of the Dragon Clan. It was like the sound of someone's life being threatened. It sent chills down one's spine and sent chills down one's spine.
A large number of experts of the Dragon Clan kept retreating. No one dared to stop Chiang Zhan. This was because they knew very well that this young man was born from the union of the Ninth Princess and the human race. He was ruthless and merciless. No matter who it was that dared to provoke him, they would die for sure.
They were scared, they were truly scared.
Chiang Zhan had killed the war god of Dragon Clan without any hesitation. War Dragon Saint, who was ranked second among the eight divisions of the Heavenly Master Substitute List, had shown his unparalleled divine might without a doubt.
Facing Chiang Zhan, countless experts of the Dragon Clan felt an unprecedented pressure and crisis.
"If you don't want to die, inform Dragon Clan Sovereign immediately, and all the higher ups of Dragon Clan. Tell them that I want to negotiate with Dragon Clan and take my mother away..."
Chiang Zhan strode forward like a dragon and a tiger, heading straight for Prehistoric Dragon Palace. As he advanced forward, he let out a cold roar.
The faces of countless experts of the Dragon Clan changed drastically when they heard this. They were all drenched in sweat. Among them, Supreme Heavenly Master was flying towards the depths of the core of the Holy Grade Divine Artifact, which was overlapping layers upon layers of Holy Grade Divine Artifact in the Prehistoric Dragon Palace.
Chiang Zhan followed behind him casually. In the blink of an eye, he had entered a Supreme Divine Artifact palace under the lead of dozens of Supreme Heavenly Master from the Dragon Clan.
At this moment, all of Supreme Heavenly Master were standing with his hands behind his back, trembling with fear. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man and the young man, and they were filled with surprise and shock.
This old man and young man had a stalwart figure, like a mountain or a mountain. Their figures were extremely similar, and each of them exuded a dragon's might that was like the universe, causing one's heart to palpitate and their soul to tremble.
Chiang Zhan's eyes focused, and he saw the old man's long golden hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. His resolute facial features were like chopping axes and sabers, and his two long golden eyebrows flew diagonally to his temples. His pair of eyes that were as bright as the sun shone with a blazing light, as if he could see through all secrets.
This golden-haired old man was extremely terrifying. His vast aura and dragon might that shook the sky filled his body, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Chiang Zhan had seen countless peerless experts in his life, including a large number of Supreme Heavenly Master, but at present, no one could compare to him except for Chiang Tianqi, who had already reached the Third Grade Heavenly Lord Level.
In other words, this golden-haired old man was very likely to be an Essence Two Heavenly Master. Not only could Chiang Zhan not fight against such a terrifying existence, he might even be killed in an instant.
In addition, Chiang Zhan discovered that the golden-haired old man was not made of flesh and blood, but was formed from boundless energy. He seemed to be standing there casually, but he was emitting an aura that could suppress the heaven and earth, as well as stabilize the mountains and rivers. He looked down on everything and was invincible.
Beside the golden-haired old man stood a middle-aged man in blood-red clothes. He was about thirty to forty years old, and he was also unbelievably powerful. Compared to the golden-haired old man, he wasn't any weaker. He should also be an Essence Two Heavenly Master.
The Dragon Clan of Ancient Times was indeed one of the most powerful superpowers in the universe. There were indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there were as many experts as the clouds. He was afraid that the Dragon Clan of Ancient Times was the core of the universe. It was the number one superpower in the God Realm, and the Divine Court was nothing more than this.
Chiang Zhan's mind was greatly shaken, and the pressure he felt was as great as a mountain. However, he had already guessed that the Dragon Clan had a strong foundation, and it was a peerless existence. So, he wasn't too shocked by it.
Although Chiang Zhan had caused havoc in the Dragon Realm in order to save his mother, and had even killed the eight War Dragon Saint divisions, Dragon Clan Sovereign definitely wouldn't kill him because of his special identity.
Chiang Zhan had full confidence in this.
After all, Dragon Clan Sovereign was his grandfather. He couldn't be so heartless. Besides, he had the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, the Ancestral Dragon Order, and had cultivated the Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles. These were all the resources he could use to negotiate with the Dragon Clan.
While he was thinking, Chiang Zhan stood there with a calm and composed expression. There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in his emotions.
"Chiang Zhan, how dare you behave atrociously in the Dragon Clan? You're courting death!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man in blood-red clothes sneered. Both of his sharp eyes stared at Chiang Zhan, emitting a cruel killing intent.
"I wonder who you are. I have come to the Dragon Realm to negotiate with the Dragon Clan. As long as you let my mother go, I can hand over the Ancestral Dragon Order and return the Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles to its owner."
Chiang Zhan said calmly. He knew that he was too powerful just now, which would certainly cause the higher ups of the Dragon Clan to be furious. Therefore, before the official negotiation, he had to give the Dragon Clan a surprise.
The Ancestral Dragon Order was the number one treasure of the Dragon Clan, the Supreme Divine Artifact that was personally refined by the Prehistoric Ancestral Dragon. He believed that the Dragon Clan would be in a hurry to obtain it, and the power of the Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles was boundless. It was a mighty weapon that could help the experts of the Dragon Clan in increasing their strength. It was also the divine ability that the Dragon Clan dreamed of.
Chiang Zhan had already thought of how to negotiate with the Dragon Clan before entering the Prehistoric Dragon Palace. Now that he had spoken, the golden-haired old man, the middle-aged man in blood-red clothes, and the other Supreme Heavenly Master all revealed excited expressions.
"You have killed the Dragon Clan, and you deserve to die. As for the Ancestral Dragon Order and Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles... I have a way to get it, so you're dead today." Although the middle-aged man was excited, he still maintained his absolute calm. A cruel smile appeared on his face. As he spoke, waves of heavy, vast, and unparalleled dragon might seemed as if the myriad of worlds in the world had collapsed. It was concentrated on Chiang Zhan's body.
Instantly, Chiang Zhan felt his qi and blood in disorder, his five viscera were in great pain, and his back felt like it was going to break at any moment. However, he immediately unleashed his most powerful force, and straightened his body while carrying the terrifying dragon's might.
"Is that so? Do you think you can kill me?"
Chiang Zhan smiled faintly. Dense blood-red flames emerged from his slender body out of thin air, and started burning fiercely.
Boom!
In the next moment, Chiang Zhan flicked his finger and a dazzling divine light that carried a mysterious and terrifying Fortune Power shot out. It was like a divine punishment from the heavens, killing gods and devils, slaughtering all living things, and destroying all life. It went straight for the middle-aged man in blood-red clothes.