The child who leaped down from the dragon was from the Luofu Great Marsh and was named Jiaopeng. Though small in stature, he was fierce and domineering, sneering as he said, "This willow branch is mine. If you don't agree, come and try me."
A younger son of the Purple Mountain Duke was very handsome and composed. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Jiaopeng, stop boasting. Even if you have some skills, don't be too arrogant. Be careful not to die in this desolate wasteland." His name was Purple Mountain Kun, and from the moment he met Jiaopeng, he had been at odds with him. Coupled with the discord between their clans, their relationship had always been tense.
"Then let's have a fight, a life-or-death duel. Do you dare?" Jiaopeng's tone was very aggressive, and his eyes shot out cold lightning, as fierce as a young ancient golden phoenix.
"Stop the noise and be quiet," said another child, slightly older, with lightning flickering in his eyes and black mist swirling around his head. He was the son of the Thunder Duke and was named Lei Mingyuan. Originally, he intended to deal with the Purple Mountain Duke's most favored child, Purple Mountain Kun, but seeing Jiaopeng's arrogance made him very angry.
Jiaopeng and Purple Mountain Kun raised their eyebrows at the same time. Both were geniuses, confident and proud in their daily lives. They never bowed to anyone.
"Lei Mingyuan, are you seeking death?" Jiaopeng, though young, had an imposing presence. He took a step forward, and the ground rumbled as if a gigantic creature was moving.
"Shut up," Purple Mountain Kun also spoke directly. There was a longstanding grudge between their clan and the Lei clan, and they had never been on friendly terms. Though relations had eased over the years, there was still constant covert conflict.
"Let's fight and see who wins," Lei Mingyuan shouted. He leaped into the air, soaring twenty meters, and struck out with a palm towards Purple Mountain Kun. His punch was black, crackling with thunder, eventually turning into a mass of black lightning that fell down in a dense storm.
Despite being just a child, Lei Mingyuan possessed such formidable skills. A strange rune appeared in his palm, representing the essence of thunder and lightning, a rare and secretive technique of his clan.
"Voom."
Purple energy surged, and Purple Mountain Kun raised his right hand to counter. A rune on his palm glowed brightly, emitting a blazing light that transformed into a purple sun, flying forward.
This was also a terrifying technique, a unique clan treasure of the Purple Mountain lineage. When perfected, it could shake the heavens and move mountains and rivers.
The clash between the black lightning and purple light created an explosion of runes, leaving imprints in the void, a spectacular sight.
"Who’s the top genius? Don't forget, there’s me too," Jiaopeng suddenly intervened.
His power was astonishing. With a flash of light in his left hand, a dragon made entirely of light patterns emerged. This was not an ordinary dragon but a fragment of a true ancient evil dragon's imprint, with a terrifying aura.
The ancestors of the Luofu Great Marsh had encountered the ancient evil dragon and unexpectedly obtained its legacy, possessing the most powerful techniques of the dragon clan. Although the descendants could not fully utilize this divine power, it was still extraordinary.
The dragon, fierce and clawed, was grayish-brown and seemed to have awakened from the ancient era, crossing time and space to join the battle.
This powerful technique attacked both Purple Mountain Kun and Lei Mingyuan simultaneously. Jiaopeng, though small, was incredibly wild, aiming to prove his talent by fighting two opponents at once.
"Seeking death," Lei Mingyuan coldly rebuked. Black lightning surged from his fingers, releasing ten beams of dark light. The lightning intensified, accompanied by a faint cry, and a purple ferocious bird appeared in the electric light, diving fiercely.
Purple Mountain Kun also took action, with purple mist enveloping him. A sun flew out, containing a fiery麟 (mythical beast), emitting terrifying purple flames, leaping and looking incredibly fierce.
Thus, the three children engaged in a chaotic battle, attacking each other and drawing the attention of everyone.
Although they were young, each of them was formidable, and their elders nodded in approval, surprised by the prowess of their opponents' offspring.
"This is so boring. We can't even really fight. With those old men around, we can't let loose," some children watching the fight complained.
"Exactly. True prodigies emerge on the great battlefields of various races. What are these fights worth?" another child added.
"What are you talking about? This is still a place where life-and-death battles can occur," the three children in the fight roared in anger, expanding the battlefield and pulling the other children into the fray.
This was a chaotic battle. Despite their youth, they displayed astonishing talents that left the onlookers amazed.
In the stone village, a group of young children were playing. Alarmed by the commotion in the mountains and forests, they ran to the village entrance and were shocked to see so many people in the woods, their eyes drawn to the scene.
"Why are there so many people?"
They saw the battle between Jiaopeng and the others and marveled at their mastery of bone patterns, envying their skills. Soon, their attention shifted to a mutated scaled unicorn, its scales shimmering silver, and its horn shining brilliantly, looking extraordinarily majestic.
"I heard from Uncle Linhu that this mountain beast runs very fast, traveling ten thousand miles a day. Last time, they chased it for several days in the Great Wasteland but didn't catch a single hair," said Shi Dazhuang.
The powerful figures in the forest were very perceptive and were taken aback by these words. According to their understanding, this was just a backward mountain village with no real experts. However, the children's words surprised them. A unicorn was not an ordinary beast; if it went wild, it could be considered fierce and extremely powerful, capable of making even several mountain dwellers hesitate.
Little did they know that Shi Linhu and the others had obtained two ancestral artifacts from the clan leader before daring to pursue the unicorn. A unicorn traveling ten thousand miles a day was a tempting challenge for the men of the Great Wasteland.
"Look, there's also a dragon in the sky, over twenty meters long, the size of a water tank, and it even has feathered wings. Such a powerful beast must be very delicious."
"Er Meng, you glutton, is this something to eat? This is used for refining medicine. Even if it's not a pure-blooded ancient relic, its blood is still very precious," the skin monkey retorted.
Outside the village, a group of powerful figures were stunned, somewhat dazed. Such a powerful dragon was actually for eating or used for refining medicine? What kind of village was this?
"This dragon does look quite good, but it can't compare to the scent of Suan Ni meat. It’s not an ancient relic, and its true blood can't match up," another snotty kid added.
These days, they had been eating Suan Ni meat and purifying themselves with true blood, their standards had become very high. They thought they were speaking softly, but their voices were overheard by the strong people in the forest.
Whether it was the Purple Mountain clan, the Lei clan, or the Jiaopeng from the Luofu Great Marsh, they were all somewhat disoriented. Did they hear wrong?
What kind of village is this? They casually mention eating Suan Ni meat, and now they seem to disdain such a powerful flying dragon? It’s known as an extremely terrifying beast, and ordinary strong individuals are no match for it.
"Wild brat, what are you babbling about?" Jiaopeng, who was in the midst of the battle, was furious. His gaze was cold, shooting out two terrifying beams towards the village entrance.
"Such bright eyes, giving off a chilling feeling. I think it’s similar to that sacrificial spirit we killed last time; the aura is about the same," Er Meng muttered. He thought his voice was low, but it was still heard by those in the mountains and forests.
Upon hearing that a sacrificial spirit had been killed, a group of powerful figures trembled and nearly turned to stone. Even they were reluctant to provoke sacrificial spirits, and people from the Luofu Great Marsh approached them with great caution.
These creatures might be backed by terrifying ancient deities, and now they were merely seeking rebirth among the human race, aiming to follow the path of ancient gods.
"It's a pity we didn't get to eat that sacrificial spirit; it turned to ash directly," said the Skin Monkey with regret.
Everyone stood dazed, wondering what kind of terrifying village this was. It all felt so off that they couldn't quite grasp the situation.
"I'm so pissed off. Do you wild brats want to find death?" Jiaopeng roared in anger, feeling ignored.
"Wow, so fierce."
"Eh, can that idiot actually hear us from this far?" The Skin Monkey was skeptical.
"Chuckle." A light and pleasant laughter came from above. Two young girls, standing on a snowy feather and suspended in mid-air, were laughing joyfully. Though dressed differently, they looked identical, with fair, radiant skin and an ethereal beauty. Their large, sparkling eyes were full of vitality.
"How interesting. Are they naturally clueless, or is it deliberate?"
"Definitely deliberate. They're trying to drive Jiaopeng mad."
The two girls giggled incessantly. Despite their youth, they were clearly destined to be extraordinary beauties. Their eyes shone brightly, with long eyelashes, and they looked identical—crystal clear and adorable.
Elders from the Lei family, the Purple Mountain family, and others intervened to stop the children from fighting, wanting to see what this strange village was about. Could it truly be a hidden, terrifying ancient family?
"You wild brats dare to mock me?"
After the ceasefire, Jiaopeng's arms trembled as he leaped up like a fierce bird, soaring over twenty meters and charging toward the village entrance, aiming to attack the children.
From a stone house at the village entrance, Little One came running out, looking rosy and pretty. "Oh, why are there so many people here?"
"Hey, Little One, still secretly drinking milk? When will you stop?" A group of older children teased, noticing the milk stain at the corner of Little One's mouth.
"No, no, you must be mistaken," Little One hurriedly wiped his mouth, adamantly denying it, turning his milk-stained hand behind his back, and his large, round eyes darted around.
"Such a cute little child," the two girls on the snowy feather exclaimed in surprise, finding Little One, who looked like a porcelain doll and was so endearing, irresistibly charming and bursting into laughter.
At this moment, Jiaopeng was approaching, raising his hand to strike. The wind roared with terrifying force, like several thousand pounds of pressure.
"Ah, Big Brother, what are you doing?" Little One's eyes widened, realizing something was wrong. Jiaopeng’s strength was overwhelming, and he was attacking Er Meng and the Skin Monkey.
Little One quickly stepped forward, his aura changing instantly. His tender white hand extended and emitted the sound of wind and thunder, colliding with Jiaopeng’s strike.
"Boom."
Dust and rocks flew, the ground shook violently. Little One stood firm, while Jiaopeng, struck as if by lightning, staggered backward. Each step he took caused a terrible fissure to appear on the ground. He wobbled, retreating more than ten meters and almost fell to the ground.
"Wow, what an impressive child," the two girls’ eyes sparkled as they jumped off the snowy feather and ran closer, eager to pinch Little One’s cheeks.
The little guy, bashful, retreated, his bright eyes blinking as he looked at Jiaopeng and said, "Big Brother, this isn't right."
His mouth still had some milk stains that he hadn’t wiped away. The bright, black gem-like eyes and his serious expression made the pair of fairy-like girls even more enamored, wanting to tease him.
In the back, a group of powerful figures were dumbfounded, stunned by what they saw. A milk-drinking child had actually slapped the renowned genius Jiaopeng away? What kind of terrifying village was this?
Everyone was stunned, unable to speak.
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