Chapter 142: Dispute at the Foot of the Mountain Zhou Bo retracted his gaze and advised, "Young Master, I think it's better for us to leave as soon as possible. I heard that there is a two-headed dragon tribe in the territory of the iron-eating beast. The two-headed python we just killed may have a trace of its bloodline. Moreover, most of the human race that can live in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are not good people. We don't know their background. If we go there rashly, it will easily cause trouble." The young master laughed and said, "Uncle Zhou, you are too...careful. If we talk about bloodline, all the monsters in this world are more or less related to the monster race, but the monster race themselves do not think they are of the same race. The two-headed python just now could not even use monster energy, so how could it be related to the monster race? As for the human race on that mountain, even if they are not good people, what is there to be afraid of? Do you dare to provoke our Beilong Sword Sect?" There are two types of monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains: monster beasts and monster clans. Most of the monsters have low intelligence, and although they have great strength, they are unable to fully utilize it. But the demon race is different. They have bloodline inheritance and their spirituality is even not inferior to that of humans. Most of the monsters hunted by humans are demon beasts. Even if these demon beasts have refined their inner elixirs, their spirituality is still average. Even the demons do not consider these monster beasts as their own kind. But if you accidentally hunt down a monster, that’s a different story. You’ll have to fend for yourself as to the consequences. Just like the son of the city keeper of Zhenbei City who killed a member of the golden-backed monster mantis clan, the entire city was hunted by several powerful monsters. This young man's name is Chang Ze. The reason he has this confidence is that he is the grandson of the sword master of the Beilong Sword Sect. His grandfather is a strong man in the Xutian realm, just like the grandmaster in the floating world. In this era when celestial beings rarely appear, the Xutian realm is the top master. He is not afraid even if he kills ordinary monsters, and he can only blame himself for his bad luck. Uncle Zhou felt helpless. The young man was full of vigor and fearlessness, and it was impossible to persuade him. A group of subordinates quickly dealt with the monster.
The young man smiled and said, "Let's go and take a look at that mountain first." The group used their skills to move forward quickly, and after a while, they arrived in front of Beiquan Mountain. Beiquan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain cannot be seen clearly. The cultivation level of everyone present was not low, at least in the Dan Realm (Daohuo Realm), and they came from large sects and had extraordinary vision. They could see the peculiarity of this mountain at a glance. Chang Ze gestured to one of his men. Then a man came forward and said loudly: "A disciple of the Northern Dragon Sword Sect is passing by here, and has come to pay respects to the mountain. Please show yourself to see the Taoist friend on the mountain." After dinner, Gu Yuanqing walked along the mountain path, playing with the animals in the mountains to relax his mind. He noticed the people coming from the foot of the mountain, but he had no intention of dealing with them. These people had extraordinary cultivation and came into the mountain to hunt monsters. They were not in danger like Xing Fei, so there was no need to meet them. Hearing Baishan's words, Gu Yuanqing replied calmly: "I have closed the mountain to practice cultivation. Fellow Taoists of Beilong Sword Sect, please forgive me." The sound was clearly heard by the people down the mountain. "He is indeed a human." Chang Ze chuckled. Zhou Bo said: "Sir, since he is practicing in seclusion in the mountains, we should not disturb him, so we will leave." Chang Ze said calmly, "Uncle Zhou, we are not representing individuals here, but the Northern Dragon Sword Sect. It is understandable that he is practicing in seclusion, but this is too rude. It is clear that he does not take the Northern Dragon Sword Sect seriously." According to human etiquette, when someone reports their name and pays a visit to the mountain, even if it is inconvenient to enter the mountain, someone will be sent tea and a small gift as a token of apology. Zhou Bo advised: "Sir, there are no major sects in these Hundred Thousand Mountains compared to the human world, so we don't need to care so much." Chang Ze frowned and finally said, "Well, let's go." Zhou Bo breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a cultivator from the Divine Platform, this was not the human realm after all, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble. Chang Ze took one last look at Beiquan Mountain, then led everyone in a certain direction and headed away. But before they had gone far, they suddenly saw a dark cloud approaching quickly in the distance. Zhou Bo focused his eyes and his face suddenly changed: "It's two dragons!" They had just killed the two-headed python and then they saw the two-headed dragon. Of course, the people present would not think that the other party was just passing by.
Chang Ze's expression also changed, and he shouted, "Go!" Demonic flames rose from the group of people, and they used their skills to escape quickly. But that dark cloud came too fast, and in a moment it was already overhead, bringing boundless pressure in an instant. Its cultivation level was at least at the Divine Stage. Zhou Bo shouted, "You guys go back to the sect on your own. I will take the young master ahead." As he spoke, he rolled up Chang Ze, and a sword light turned into a rainbow and flew away. But in the void, a flash of lightning fell, the sword light fell, and a dragon appeared in the clouds. There were two keratinous tumors on its head, one was flashing with lightning, and the other was wrapped with a green hurricane. "Human race, how dare you come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to kill my descendants? Who gave you the courage?" As he spoke, lightning and thunder came down from the dark clouds. These subordinates in the Daohuo Realm screamed and fell to the ground. The vitality in their bodies collapsed and they all died in the blink of an eye. A sword pierced up, and Zhou Bo roared, "This is the grandson of the leader of the Northern Dragon Sword Sect. If you don't want to be exterminated, you monster, retreat." But these words obviously had no effect. The two dragon heads opened their mouths, and two balls of extremely condensed demonic power spurted out of their mouths. A ball of lightning condensed, the electric light was dazzling. A ball of green wind blade cut through everything. Boom! Zhou Bo's sword shattered and fell again. In the dark clouds, heavy rain poured down like a sharp arrow piercing through the trees and the ground, and black smoke rose up when it fell on the trees and the ground. Another sword light appeared on the ground, it turned out that Chang Ze used the trump card given to him by his ancestor. However, this two-headed dragon was formed by two spherical balls of demonic energy, which slammed down. The area within a hundred miles in radius shook a few times. The next second, the two-headed dragon poked its head down from the clouds. A demonic aura swept up the two men, who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and swallowed them one by one into its stomach. Gu Yuanqing stood on the top of the mountain, watching from afar, and judged in his heart that this monster was probably also in the Xutian Realm, otherwise it would not have been able to kill the monk on the Divine Platform in the blink of an eye. He did not move. Firstly, the battle site was too far away; secondly, he had preconceived notions and did not have a very good impression of the name Beilong Sword Sect. The Yanshan Sect where Xing Fei and Lu Jianqiu were located had to travel far to Lanting City because of the Beilong Sword Sect, which showed how tyrannical they were. The two-headed dragon that killed the enemy let out two long roars, like the roar of a dragon. Its two pairs of vertical eyes scanned the surroundings, wantonly exuding its powerful aura. The old patriarch who was far away in Zhushan heard the noise, took a look from a distance and ignored it. As long as the cultivators in the Heavenly Realm did not enter the territory and the people killed were not from his iron-eating beast clan, it would have nothing to do with him. Battles between demons and humans are not uncommon, and the fact that it takes a look at one is considered to be a sign of its attention. In the Beilong Sword Sect's headquarters in Qizhou Prefecture, a roar was heard: "Who dares to kill my grandson?" A sword light broke through the air, and he quickly went towards the direction where his grandson fell. (End of this chapter)