Traveling from Ying Country to Divine Martial Country is not far, just a sea apart.

With the Demon Dragon’s intermittent flight speed of two thousand miles a day, it would only take two days to reach.

However, this time Jiang Dali also plans to take the Fire Qilin along to Divine Martial Country, hoping to use the Qilin Blood’s primal power to suppress the Mad Blood within Nie Renwang after finding him.

Thus, he first needs to detour to Leifeng Tower in Song State Hangzhou to bring the Fire Qilin along.

This adds an extra two thousand miles to the journey, costing an additional day.

And in just one more day, who knows how many people in the Martial World would die at the hands of the mad Nie Renwang?

But in such heart-wrenching situations, Jiang Dali is also helpless. Stopping Nie Renwang’s slaughter is essentially saving his unfortunate brother from disasters, but it’s not out of an overflow of compassion.

After all, in the vast Mixed Martial Arts World, there are blood-soaked vendettas happening every day.

Today a Demon wipes out an entire family, tomorrow an elephant trunk clam exterminates a whole clan; these are things happening every moment. Even if he transforms into a great hero of the Mixed Martial Arts World, riding a dragon to save the world every day, he cannot erase the resentment in people’s hearts, but rather invites further troubles.

Therefore, Jiang Dali is not in a hurry at this moment, thoroughly preparing to ensure that when he finds Nie Renwang, he can easily subdue him and cure his ailment without being caught helpless.

After reading the forum news, he downed three gulps of hot wine, patted the rugged head of his Demon Dragon, and poured the rest of the wine jar into the wide-open mouth of the Demon Dragon, laughing, "You beast, following me this time, you’re at least getting the benefits. You’ve grown significantly, even two bulges have appeared. Now, can you carry a Fire Qilin?"

The Demon Dragon nearly fell from the sky, whimpering in grievance and unwillingness.

"No way!"

Understanding the Demon Dragon’s evasive move, Jiang Dali insisted, "Don’t think you can just reap the benefits without doing any work. With your size, carrying a few tons for a thousand miles is nothing. Though the Fire Qilin is heavy, you can still manage by resting occasionally."

The Demon Dragon twisted its body and let out a low growl, expressing its protest.

Jiang Dali snorted, kicking the two large bulges on its back near the spine, saying, "Do you plan to keep this ugly form forever, not wanting to grow wings?"

"Roar!"

The Demon Dragon’s eyes flashed green, hurriedly shaking its big head.

Jiang Dali had it all in his control, smiling coldly, "Orochi has six more segments of its body left. Imagine how strong you’d become if you consume them all? Wouldn’t you compare to your progenitor Ying Long? If you don’t want it, I can cultivate the Fire Qilin instead. I’m sure it wouldn’t just laze around like you."

"Ang!"

The Demon Dragon flared its nostrils, spewing out two plumes of poison gas, quickly carrying Jiang Dali up and down in the air, nodding rapidly like a pecking chick, its tail making a hissing sound as it promised not to be lazy and to work diligently, clearly wanting to have the benefits to itself. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"This silly dragon probably doesn’t know that the Fire Qilin isn’t interested in Orochi’s body..."

Jiang Dali, seeing the Demon Dragon fired up by his bluffs, was quite satisfied, chuckling to himself.

From Dongfang Bubai’s reaction, he knew that Orochi’s Poison Blood and the Fire Qilin’s blood don’t mix, so the Fire Qilin wouldn’t view Orochi’s body as a supplement, or at least it would offer no benefits.

This is normal, as the Fire Qilin, being one of the Heaven and Earth Four Spirits, is among the top dragons of the Dragon Clan’s progeny, with a noble life chart, excelling in its bloodline, definitely a peer to Orochi, thus uninterested in Orochi’s body.

However, the Demon Dragon’s inherited dragon bloodline is quite rare, with a rather low life chart, yet consuming Orochi’s body is greatly beneficial.

Now, having consumed just one segment of Orochi’s body, which lacked essence blood and essence, the previously broken dragon horn grew back, longer and sturdier than the former short knife. Its back has also sprouted two bulges, containing unrefined abundant energy.

Jiang Dali, sensing through his Primordial Spirit, guessed that the Demon Dragon’s back bulges were nurturing a pair of wings, and once the energy within was fully refined, the wings would grow out, leading to a transformation that would potentially enhance its power, possibly matching the current strength of the Fire Qilin.

The evolution of wings in the Demon Dragon further assured Jiang Dali that its inherited dragon bloodline was likely that of Ying Long.

Since dragons, as recorded in ancient texts, are among nine kinds, only Ying Long has wings.

Based on dragon classification, a Water Snake transforms into a Flood Dragon after five hundred years, a thousand years to a Dragon, five hundred years to a Horned Dragon, and a thousand to Ying Long.

The Demon Dragon’s birth apparently was in Dragon form, and during its encounter with Chuan Ying in the War God Temple, it had grown into a teenage Horned Dragon.

After over three centuries, it remains in the young Horned Dragon stage in the temple; reaching the Ying Long phase requires at least two to three more centuries of time.

But after ingesting a part of Orochi’s body, the two to three hundred year growth period was significantly shortened, naturally increasing its power.

"I hope next time when visiting Ying Country to find the next Holy Tomb, the Xuanhua Ship Master won’t choose to intervene. Otherwise, in the face of such benefits, neither for Dongfang nor nurturing the Demon Dragon will compromise... I’ll need to visit the family archives to investigate this Xuanhua Ship Master for clues."

Jiang Dali pondered, gazing toward the distant sunlit, calm, mirror-like azure sea, his eyes glinting slightly.

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A day later.

At the start of New Year’s Day, the chaotic Unrivaled City, leaderless like a pack of wolves, was temporarily taken over by the follow-up forces of Black Wind Village.

On this same day, under a grey sky, snowflakes started swirling like aimless insects.

Initially, it was a slight snow, like drifting willow catkins, gently falling, echoing faintly with the sporadic firecracker sounds from the outer city, stirring the swirling snowflakes, gradually covering the entire Unrivaled City.

The snowfall grew heavier, sifting down onto the ground, producing rustling sounds as clear as silkworms munching on mulberry leaves.

On this day as well, a shocking discovery was made by Black Wind Village experts entering Unrivaled City, causing them to flee the inner city in panic, not daring to take another step inside.

Soon after, the rumors spread rapidly, and inquisitive players from Black Wind Village who entered the inner city discovered an extraordinarily bizarre sight.

On the vast, expansive square where Nie Renwang and many other experts had once battled, there mysteriously appeared four large characters.

These characters seemed infused with dreadful magic and profound power. No matter how much the thick snow from the sky covered the entire square, it could not veil these four characters, maintaining their prominence on the snow-blanketed square.

Some players, fearing nothing, attempted to destroy these four characters, yet anyone stepping within ten feet would immediately be obliterated, disappearing into a flash of white light, leaving no trace of their belongings.

These four characters were akin to writing from King Yanluo himself, untouchable and fatal to those who dared.

They were the words that, since Unrivaled City’s inception, embodied absolute peerlessness, representing the peak of the Martial World, laden with myth and legend—City Toppling Love!

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(To be continued tomorrow! Goodnight, folks!)