Chapter Twenty-Two: Cataclysm Unleashed, the Dragon Clan’s Arrogance

The stunning woman flying through the sky was none other than Feng Linger, princess of the Phoenix Clan. At the words shouted from behind her, she cried out in anger, "Long Tian, are you not afraid my mother will hold your Dragon Clan to account?"

The Long Tian she referred to was the youngest son of the Ancestral Dragon, notorious for his licentiousness. After siring his nine eldest sons—Qiu Niu, Ya Zi, Chao Feng, Pu Lao, Suan Ni, Ba Xia, Bi An, Fu Xi, and Chi Wen—over hundreds of thousands of years, the Ancestral Dragon sired a tenth son, Long Tian.

The first nine sons were all born of political marriages with various tribes and races, giving rise to the saying "the dragon bears nine sons, each one different." But Long Tian was born of the Ancestral Dragon and a female golden dragon, making his bloodline the purest among the ten sons and earning him his father's deep favor.

Originally, when Princess Feng Linger came to deliver a message to the Ancestral Dragon, he was delighted. The three clans now dominated the primordial world, but the Western Devil Clan had been steadily rising in power over the past hundreds of thousands of years, and could no longer be underestimated.

The Phoenix Ancestor's intention was to ally with the Ancestral Dragon and the Qilin Ancestor to form a coalition, guarding against invasion by the Devil Clan and securing their supremacy.

But as Feng Linger left the Dragon Clan after delivering her message, she encountered Long Tian, who had come to pay respects to his father. Long Tian, ever lustful, was instantly entranced by the beauty of Feng Linger and sought to harass her, only to be blocked by her two clan protectors.

Upon discovering her identity, Long Tian initially hesitated, but was persuaded by a subordinate. Relying on his father's favor, he attempted to abduct Feng Linger, not noticing the glint of conspiratorial triumph in that subordinate's eyes.

The two phoenix experts protected Feng Linger as they fought and retreated, fleeing tens of thousands of miles before being surrounded. In desperation, the two self-detonated to break the encirclement, allowing Feng Linger to escape.

"Hahaha! The Dragon Clan is already the mightiest in the world. Even if your mother learns of this, she will still have to send you to us," Long Tian boasted arrogantly.

After another tens of thousands of miles, Feng Linger was surrounded again. Her cultivation was only at the mid-stage Golden Immortal, a step below Long Tian, who had reached the late stage. Were it not for a treasure from her mother, she would have been caught long ago, and Long Tian had several early-stage Great Golden Immortals under his command.

Pale-faced and encircled, Feng Linger looked at the advancing Dragon experts and steeled herself to self-detonate rather than face humiliation.

Just as the Dragon Clan closed in and Feng Linger was ready to act, a clear voice rang out from above: "Brother, why are these people, like that Kylin Bai before, so bad? Always bullying women."

Everyone looked up to see four figures standing in the void—two men and two women. One man stood between the two women—it was Chen Xing and his companions, and the speaker was Little Demon.

Hearing Little Demon's innocent question, Chen Xing could only smile wryly. He understood all too well what was unfolding. It seemed the wedge driven by Luo Hou was about to succeed, and the death of the Phoenix princess would mark the beginning of the Dragon-Phoenix calamity.

But now, with their intervention, things might change—especially with two young women recently wronged themselves at his side. There was no way they would stand by and do nothing.

Long Tian scowled. "I don't care who you are—this is Dragon Clan business. If you don't want to die, get lost!"

Nuwa, incensed by his words, descended with Little Demon, shouting, "Today I will meddle! So what if you’re from the Dragon Clan?"

Seeing the two newcomers, no less beautiful than Feng Linger, Long Tian was briefly stunned, then overjoyed. He called to his men, "Seize those two as well! Tonight I shall have three new consorts!" His lecherous gaze swept over the women, drool nearly spilling from his mouth.

Nuwa, furious, was about to strike when Little Demon tugged her sleeve, eyes full of mystery.

"Big sister, let me handle this," Little Demon said coldly, her jade-like face set.

In her heart, anyone who dared harass her—or Nuwa—in her brother's presence deserved no mercy.

Having spoken, a white lotus blossomed above Little Demon's head, its twelve petals unfolding—the sublime Pure World White Lotus.

Shielded by the lotus, Little Demon charged the Dragon Clan.

Chen Xing, seeing her act, was unconcerned. Little Demon, now at the early stage of quasi-sainthood and armed with Chen Xing’s techniques, could easily match the likes of Fuxi and Nuwa. The strongest among their opponents was only a mid-stage Great Golden Immortal; they were utterly outmatched, especially with the White Lotus in play.

As Little Demon clashed with the Dragon Clan, a thunderous crash sounded. The leading Dragon expert was sent flying, spewing blood, and lay motionless, defeated.

Nuwa watched, stunned. Was this the same shy, gentle Little Demon she knew? How could she be so fierce in battle?

Surrounded by Dragon experts, Little Demon sent several flying with every move. Even Feng Linger was astounded: how could someone her own age be so terrifying in a fight?

Not only were Nuwa and the others amazed—even Long Tian, lurking behind his men, began to doubt reality. A delicate girl was pummeling his mighty Dragon warriors as if they were nothing.

Their attacks were repelled by the White Lotus’s shield, unable to even touch her, while her fair fists sent them flying, their cries echoing. How could anyone hope to fight back?

It all happened in the blink of an eye. When the last Dragon fighter fell, the battle was over almost instantly, so vast was the gap in power.

As Little Demon strode toward him, face cold, Long Tian was seized by terror, knowing he was no match. He staggered back, stammering, "My father is the Dragon Clan Patriarch—you... you can’t kill me!"

Little Demon ignored him, slapped him hard, knocking teeth and blood from his mouth, then grabbed him and hurled him into the sky. She vanished, her form a white blur, and the air was filled with the sound of fists pounding flesh and Long Tian's unending screams.

Seeing this, Fuxi shivered. The scene was all too familiar—just like when Chen Xing had beaten Shen Ni years before. Too cruel, too violent, too…

Nuwa’s eyes gleamed brighter as she watched. Such fighting was... exhilarating! If only Chen Xing had taught her such skills—she was terribly frustrated.

"Enough, Little Demon. It’s time we left," Chen Xing called, satisfied that the lesson had been delivered.

At his word, Little Demon obediently stopped, descending gracefully like an immortal. Who would guess that this gentle girl was the violent whirlwind from moments ago?

With a thud, Long Tian's broken body landed on the ground. He gasped for breath, unable to speak, his dragon horn snapped, limbs twisted into grotesque angles—a pitiful sight. Little Demon had spared their lives, but the Dragon Clan experts would not soon forget this beating.

Without another glance at the fallen, Chen Xing gathered his companions to depart.

"Um... could you take me with you?" A timid voice came from the side—it was Feng Linger, her presence almost forgotten.

Afraid the Dragon Clan would pursue her again, she hoped to leave this place with them.

Chen Xing turned, a playful smile on his lips. "Are you sure you want to come with us?" He knew the Ancestral Dragon and Phoenix Ancestor were on their way. Originally, Long Tian was to have killed the Phoenix princess, sparking the great calamity, but now, with both heirs alive, fate had shifted.

Yet if Feng Linger left with them, things would become even more interesting. Chen Xing cast a meaningful glance at one of the groaning men on the ground.

After a moment’s hesitation, Feng Linger nodded resolutely.

"Then come along," Chen Xing said, sweeping them all away in an instant.

As they vanished, Long Tian let out a sigh of relief, intending to call for aid and return to his clan to heal. But just then, a phoenix cry rang from the south, and several crimson figures hurtled toward him—his heart sank.

A subordinate approached—none other than the one who had persuaded him to seize Feng Linger. "Long Yi, get me out of here! The Phoenix Clan is coming—quickly!"

But Long Yi’s eyes flashed cold. "Young master, you won’t be returning to the Dragon Clan," he said icily.

Long Tian froze. "What do you mean?"

Long Yi did not answer. Suddenly he seized Long Tian, his form swelling before exploding with a thunderous roar. Everything within a hundred yards was obliterated—Long Tian and all his experts were instantly reduced to ash.

Moments later, the Phoenix Ancestor arrived with several elders, stunned by the scene before them.

As they stood in shock, a furious roar thundered from the eastern sky: "Who dares kill my son? I will tear you to pieces!"

The voice echoed across heaven and earth.