Chapter 1159: Golden Flood Dragon King

## Volume Six: Heavenly Spirit Treasures

"Heh heh, even if Brother Tang were willing to cease, we would never stop until we acquire the spirit stone. Furthermore, the information about this spirit stone was personally obtained by me through soul-searching the cultivator who discovered it. Don't even think about trying to gloss over it," the fat man said with a cold sneer, his flabby flesh quivering incessantly.

"So, Protector Li was secretly harmed by you," the thin old man paused in surprise, then erupted in fury. He shook the green mirror in his hand, and immediately several thick beams of light shot directly at his opponents.

"What, Fellow Daoist Tang isn't denying the spirit stone matter anymore?" The fat man retorted with a mocking laugh. He pointed at the round bowl in front of him, and the artifact instantly spewed forth a large expanse of yellow mist, which absorbed each of the light beams.

"Even if it were true, what then? Who doesn't know that top-grade spirit stones possess incredible efficacy in breaking through bottlenecks? Why would we hand them over to you demon cultivators? And aren't you afraid that by recklessly attacking this peak, you'll end up benefiting the Star Palace?" The thin old man's anger subsided, and he quickly calmed down.

"Star Palace? Do you think our Sea Race is only targeting your Anti-Star Alliance? Let me tell you, this time our elite forces are fully deployed. Not only must we obtain the top-grade spirit stone, but we will also reclaim all the spirit ore veins on this entire island. The outer sea has always been the dominion of our Sea Race. For you human cultivators to dream of dividing the spirit stones of this island is simply wishful thinking. We were merely feigning compliance before, as we hadn't gathered all our forces," the fat man said, tilting his corpulent neck, a strange expression on his face.

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Tang's expression changed drastically.

As if to confirm the fat man's words, a whistling sound suddenly came from beyond the distant stone ridge horizon. Following it, another wave of blue demon mist rolled in, with numerous demonic shadows swirling within, seemingly concealing countless demonic beasts.

"Haha, it seems the humans on the Star Palace side have been dealt with. Indeed, concentrating our forces to eliminate one side first was the correct strategy. Now, it's impossible for you to escape!" The fat man burst into wild laughter upon seeing this. The round bowl in front of him glowed brightly, and in an instant, a vast expanse of yellow mist surged out from it, directly enveloping the old man below. The two golden rings on his arms also flashed, shooting out to form layers of illusions that struck down fiercely.

Seeing that reinforcements were arriving, the demon cultivator intensified his attack, determined not to let his opponent slip away easily. The thin old man was naturally shocked and enraged, but for a time, he truly couldn't shake off his opponent.

The same situation unfolded in the other battle zones. All the transformed demonic beasts launched a storm-like offensive, sparing no demon energy. Various spiritual lights interwove and flickered, and loud rumbling sounds filled the air.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Anti-Star Alliance were, for a moment, genuinely unable to shake off their opponents and quickly escape the area.

The other wave of demon mist advanced with lightning speed, and in a blink of an eye, the ferocious appearances of some of the demonic beasts within could be clearly seen.

At this point, even the dullest cultivators of the Anti-Star Alliance knew that things were dire. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Retreat!"

Instantly, the lower-level cultivators below scattered in all directions, shooting away rapidly. The Nascent Soul stage old monsters in the air also began to search for opportunities to escape. Some parried while slowly retreating towards the edge of the stone peak; others launched reckless attacks, fiercely clashing with the opposing demonic beasts, hoping to temporarily repel them and fight their way out; still others, relying on secret escape techniques, maneuvered calmly with their opponents, all the while scanning their surroundings.

Below, Han Li, upon hearing the words "top-grade spirit stone," immediately abandoned his initial thought of slipping away. Although he had never personally seen the legendary top-tier spirit stone, he knew all about the rumors and miraculous effects of top-grade spirit stones from countless ancient texts.

Not only was this spirit stone the only essential item for setting up several ancient miraculous formations rumored to exist in the human world, but the assistance it could provide in breaking through bottlenecks alone was enough to tempt all cultivators. After all, this assistance was equally effective from Core Formation to Deity Transformation, though its effect diminished the further one advanced. Even so, for cultivators in the human world, a top-grade spirit stone remained something desirable but unattainable.

Now that such a stone had been excavated from this ore vein, it was no wonder the Anti-Star Alliance immediately consolidated its forces, and the demonic beasts unhesitatingly traveled thousands of miles to attack, simultaneously striking at both cultivator factions on the island. They probably believed that since the first top-grade spirit stone had appeared, there might be a second, or even a third, in the ore vein.

Han Li took a deep breath, and in a flash, he had mostly figured out the truth of the situation.

Since such a rare treasure had appeared before him, he naturally wouldn't let it slip away easily. A hint of an indescribable flame began to flicker in his calm, clear eyes.

However, the question of who held this top-grade spirit stone was a troublesome one. Logically, such a treasure should be with the person of highest cultivation and authority, which would be the thin old man. But it was also possible that the thin old man employed a stratagem of deception, intentionally placing the spirit stone on some inconspicuous low-level cultivator to be sent out amidst the chaos.

If that were the case, even with his great divine abilities, Han Li couldn't possibly capture all the cultivators of the Anti-Star Alliance in one swoop, especially with demon cultivators watching covetously.

Han Li frowned, but after a brief contemplation, his brow smoothed out.

The intelligence of those transformed demonic beasts was no less than that of human cultivators; they had probably already considered this problem. Even if he didn't act, the attacking demonic beasts wouldn't let any Anti-Star Alliance cultivator escape. Then, once the spirit stone revealed itself, he would simply snatch it. With his divine abilities, who among the demon beasts and cultivators here could stop him even slightly?

Having made up his mind, Han Li stood hidden in front of the pavilion, coldly observing the great battle in the sky.

As he had expected, two to three hundred demonic beasts of various sizes suddenly burst out from the distant demon mist. They raised various demonic auras and fiercely pursued the fleeing low-level cultivators. Most were level three or four, but there were also more than a dozen high-level demonic beasts above level five. Each fleeing cultivator was being hunted by several demonic beasts of the same cultivation level. With such a lineup, it truly seemed impossible for those cultivators to escape the island.

Meanwhile, the blue demon mist instantly arrived above the stone ridge, merging with the original mist. A supremely powerful demonic aura shot up into the sky, and then a golden light flame surged out from within. After a flash of light, a demon cultivator in golden helmet and golden armor appeared in mid-air.

This demon had the head of a flood dragon and the body of a human. In one hand, he held a golden long spear, with silver arcs flickering and coiling around it, and a slender electric snake faintly writhing on its shaft, clearly indicating it was no ordinary treasure. As for the golden armor, it was composed of golden scales, each with faint runes shimmering on its surface, exuding an eerie demonic aura.

As soon as this demon appeared, a pair of dragon eyes shot out dazzling light, and a supremely powerful divine sense instantly enveloped the entire stone ridge. The Nascent Soul cultivators below, who were still in a stalemate with the transformed demonic beasts, all felt their hearts sink simultaneously.

"Golden Flood Dragon King! Impossible, how dare you break the agreement and act personally?" The thin old man's face instantly turned ashen upon seeing this demon cultivator, and he cried out in disbelief. This flood dragon demon cultivator was, astonishingly, a Level 10 Great Accomplishment demonic beast.

"Why shouldn't I act? If you humans wish for This King to continue fulfilling the agreement, you must possess such capabilities yourselves. You haven't had a Deity Transformation cultivator appear for three millennia. Now, with something like a top-tier spirit stone at stake, the old agreement might as well be void." The flood dragon's head was expressionless, but it spoke human words, exceptionally cold.

Just then, two more demon cultivators shot out from the demon mist. One had a full head of red hair, a wide mouth, and tusks. The other wore a black robe, had a green face, and was tall, looking somewhat familiar.

"Eh, isn't that the turtle demon that was with the Venomous Flood Dragon back then?" Han Li, invisible below, was first startled by the golden flood dragon, but then seeing the black-robed, green-faced demon cultivator, he was taken aback again, a look of surprise on his face. He then remembered Feng Xi, who had nearly chased him to the point of no escape.

His expression instantly darkened, and he hastily scanned the demon mist, but no more demon cultivators appeared to shoot out from it. Han Li frowned but did not recklessly release his divine sense or use his spirit eyes to search. After all, the divine sense of a Level 10 Great Accomplishment demonic beast was no small matter. Although he could barely remain undetected under the opponent's divine sense, releasing his own divine sense would undoubtedly expose his presence.

However, since the "Golden Flood Dragon King" had appeared, it seemed the cultivators of the Anti-Star Alliance were definitely in dire straits. But, that turtle demon was involved with this demon; could this flood dragon be related to the Venomous Flood Dragon from back then? Han Li thought coldly.

Upon hearing the Golden Flood Dragon King's words, all the cultivators on the stone ridge showed panicked expressions, and the thin old man in the air felt his heart sink completely.

But as a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, he naturally wouldn't resign himself to fate. He suddenly let out a sharp, shrill cry. The mysterious blue flying sword, which had been maneuvering within the demon mist, suddenly emitted a blinding white light. Then, with a loud bang, it exploded. This flying sword was an ancient treasure of considerable power. Under the forced self-destruction by the old man surnamed Tang, its might far exceeded what ordinary cultivators could imagine. An enormous silver-white light sphere shimmered and appeared out of thin air above the stone ridge. The blue mist spewed by the fat man opposite was instantly dispersed, and the illusions formed by his two golden rings were shattered in an instant, like withered grass.

The fat man was greatly startled. He hastily activated the round bowl in front of him to its limit. A vast expanse of yellow mist instantly transformed into a light barrier, protecting him within, while his figure was forced to shoot backward.

Seizing this opportunity, the thin old man flipped his hand, and a purple silk handkerchief suddenly appeared in his palm. Without hesitation, he offered the item forward. The handkerchief immediately transformed into a ball of purple light, enveloping the old man. Then, with a flicker, it became a purple rainbow that shot through the air. Its escape speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, it had already flown over twenty zhang away.