The Demonic World I designed-Chapter 709 - 700: Perilous!

As a figure who once swayed the political landscape of the Imperial Court, although he had been dead for several years, there was no one in the noble families of the Capital City who did not recognize him.

Gazing at the once prominent figure, who had now become material for a Flying Stiff, the Elders of the Capital City’s noble families felt an indescribable complexity of emotions.

In the Twentieth Great Jin Year, he was the candidate supported by half the realm’s warriors, and many families even believed that once Emperor Siao died, Lumings would surely be the next Emperor, with no one able to stop him.

But in just a few short years, first his direct troops had been completely outmaneuvered by Siao Mingyue, and then he lost to the current King of Qin, Chen Qing, in personal rivalry.

Now even his corpse was...

But many were puzzled, Lumings’s body had clearly been returned to the Imperial Court by Chen Qing, and after the Lu Family took possession of the body, they collectively moved northward, releasing the great snakes of the north and plunging the Northern Territory into disaster.

Now there was no news of the Lu Family at all, yet Lumings’s body had appeared in Zhang Zhiyun’s hands?

When they thought deeper, many became increasingly alarmed, as it had been said that Yundu remained quiet, but now it seemed that quiet was not the word—Lumings’s very body had been brought here.

Who knows how many moves had been made in secret.

Inside the White Tiger Gate, facing numerous rigid corpses standing upright, Su Changqing took a deep breath, the white dragon scales on his body unfolded, and a faint mist spread rapidly around him with his breath.

Within the span of one breath, the area for several miles around was shrouded in mist. Although it looked extremely faint, anyone within it found they could not even see half a meter ahead.

Especially Chen Ye, even with his True Dragon Eyes burning, he also couldn’t see through this layer of mist.

This illusion technique of the Su Family, combined with the talents of the Yunze Dragon, was indeed a perfect match...

Chen Ye remained on alert inwardly, constantly changing his position while intently watching his surroundings. Bereft of his vision, he had to be ready for anything that might suddenly emerge, and the red dragon scales also began to appear on his skin, soon followed by red flames burning atop the scales.

In such mist, revealing his full South Sea True Dragon’s Blood was too conspicuous, but he wasn’t afraid, confident in his own power. He had tested the strength of his dragon scales, and with his blood fully unleashed, even a Super First Rank warrior armed with a famous weapon could not break through his defense.

Even an Extraordinary Martial Master couldn’t harm him at close range. His conclusion was that now the Blood Sorcerer of Dragon Blood was virtually invincible—unless someone struck his vitals before his bloodline was fully activated, he would only likely lose to his own kind.

Su Changqing wouldn’t openly harm him, after all, it was the Chen Family that maintained the Southern Sea, and the Su Family wouldn’t dare to offend people like that. However, there were many families that wanted to replace his family’s status. He was the most outstanding among the young generation of the Chen Family. If he were to die by accident during the trial, it would be a terrible blow to the Chen Family, and they might not be able to say anything about it.

Su Changqing’s technique was perfect for sneaky harm. By deliberately using illusion techniques to transfer other dangers to his side, it was very likely that he could be killed accidentally.

Despite Su Changqing’s gentle and generous demeanor in daily life, and his image as a modest gentleman, Chen Ye knew very well that the descendants of the Su Family were all cunning and vicious people.

Better to take the initiative rather than react passive, he, himself, might as well personally experience the tactics of Zhang Zhiyun.

Yet, strangely, after his blood was fully unleashed and he was tense for nearly half a quarter, there was not a single disturbance.

Within the entire fog, not a sound could be heard, and the mist grew thicker and thicker, his burning flames being completely obscured, to the point he could barely see himself.

What exactly was going on?

As he was wondering, he suddenly felt a rapid flow of mist in front of him—clearly someone was approaching. His nerves, taut for half a quarter, immediately acted, his flames turning from red to black, like liquid, instantly darkening the surroundings.

The extreme heat generated was terrifying. The black liquid that fell to the ground made the earth’s surface emit a sizzling sound as it was rapidly corroded.

Candle of the Nine Yin... it was the technique he inherited, which when combined with the South Sea True Dragon, mutated into an even more terrifying supreme yin flame. It was his ace in the hole, not to be used unless necessary, but in this uncertain situation, Chen Ye had to go all out.

The former general had once taught him, in unknown situations, one should not think about holding back power. The tide of battle changes instantly, and a very possible scenario is... you might die before you manage to use your full strength, which is even more frustrating than dying with money unspent.

"It’s me..."

A familiar voice sounded in front of him, and Chen Ye was taken aback—that voice was Chen Ying’s.

But he did not retract his technique; on the contrary... after hearing the voice, his momentum intensified, and the towering flames spread rapidly, enveloping the surroundings.

"I ask Dean Chen to keep the distance. Under this Illusion Fog, I cannot know if you are real or fake. If I accidentally hurt you, it would be really regrettable..."

His tone was indifferent, but it carried an undeniable warning, clearly indicating no intention of allowing Chen Ying to approach. If she insisted on coming closer despite his warning, whether she was real or fake, he would make his move.

Under the influence of such illusion techniques, he certainly didn’t want to gamble on someone he barely knew.

Besides, he already had reservations about Chen Ying. If she were indeed real, it would be a good opportunity to personally test the renowned Azure Dragon Sorcery of the Four Saints.

The figure ahead, upon hearing the warning, didn’t pause for a second and headed straight towards him without hesitation.

Chen Ye sneered, activating his technique; the powerful flames that could corrode the ground spread like a river engulfing the sky and earth.

The next instant, the smile on Chen Ye’s face froze.

He saw the vague white figure approaching directly, without any attempt to dodge. Strangely, his flames, which could instantly melt the hardest steel, were utterly unable to stop her. Before he could react, she was already in front of him.

As she drew near, a familiar fragrance wafted over. Looking up, he still saw those spirited eyes. Only when she was close did he see clearly what was happening.

His flames hadn’t come anywhere close to touching her.

It was as if she was shrouded in something that made the flames, upon reaching an inch from her body, unable to get any closer.

It was like they were being slowed down.

Even more bizarre was that she had another person with her—it was that young man from the Nie Family. At this moment, Nie Youyun had sustained serious injuries; his belly was a mess of blood and flesh, with intestines visibly spilling out. His face was deathly pale as Chen Ying pulled him along, and remarkably his flames couldn’t touch him either!

What kind of technique was this?

Chen Ye’s pupils dilated in shock. As he was about to speak, he saw her make a ’shush’ gesture, then she transmitted her voice directly, "Don’t make a sound. The fog is Su Changqing’s doing, right? He has already died..."

Chen Ye: "....."

Was she bluffing, or deliberately making up stories to scare him?

With this in mind, he turned his gaze to Nie Youyun, who was seriously wounded behind Chen Ying, and started to observe closely.

The illusion techniques of the Su Family were quite unique. High-level illusions didn’t merely deceive the eyes; they could trick sounds, smells, and even other senses. The Su Family were masters of illusion, and Su Changqing was a top illusionist with the Yunze Dragon.

To imitate anything convincingly was not too much for him, but one thing that couldn’t be imitated was temperament.

Nie Youyun’s beast-like temperament was still present. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes were just as they had always been, only now, when looking at Chen Ying, they carried an extra hint of warmth.

"What is actually going on?" Chen Ye transmitted his voice to Nie Youyun, asking.

Nie Youyun gave him a cold stare, and finally responded indifferently, "She didn’t manage to save Su Changqing in time."

Chen Ye frowned. Had Su Changqing really died?

How could that be? If he had died, then why hadn’t the fog around them dispersed? Was the technique still active?

As he pondered, Chen Ying suddenly looked behind him. Chen Ye tensed up and quickly turned around, and to his alarm, he saw the fog far behind them had somehow become thinner, now allowing a clear view up to ten meters away.

And standing ten meters away was a familiar face.

It was Lumings!

What shocked Chen Ye even more was what Lumings was holding.

It was a head with a ferocious face and white dragon scales. From its mouth and nostrils, fog continued to stream out, though it seemed it had been dead for a while, with the fog getting weaker...

Su Changqing... had he indeed died?

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