I am a living immortal.

Chapter 602 Join the battlefield

The first group to die were the weakest.

Although the remaining ones were few in number, they were all extremely experienced and powerful. They used their most powerful tactics, hoping to kill Xuan Mo before he could react.

Two of them never took action.

Dragon King Qingyu and Goddess Qin Shu—these two weren't to be fooled. Xuan Mo's tactics had given them a rough idea of ​​what he was up to. While Qin Shu disliked Xuan Mo's unannounced attack, she was ultimately grateful. Xuan Mo was right about one thing: such a deep hatred couldn't be erased with a sham fight.

If it could be easily solved, they wouldn't be so distressed.

But the situation was different now. The two tribes now had a common enemy. Regardless of what had happened before, they now saw the Dragon Clan and the Water God naturally cooperating to defeat the enemy. With a formidable enemy at hand, this was no time to harbor grudges. Xuan Mo fully dissected the bloody and brutal side of the situation before everyone.

This undoubtedly stimulates their minds every moment.

Anger, resentment, and the fear of death constantly pursued them. A single misstep would lead to a death without a burial. Facing death, everything else was but a passing cloud. Hatred, resentment, in this moment, no longer mattered; survival was the most important thing.

Although I don’t know what means Xuan Mo used.

Since he dared to do this, he must be sure of it. After such a cooperative battle, although they would not immediately reconcile as before, they would definitely feel much more comfortable.

Xuan Mo did this because, firstly, he needed to vent, and secondly, he remembered Su Mu saying that if one wanted to divert attention, the best way was to create a bigger focus.

And death can do just that.

Who can face death calmly? Who can think about death? The brain will only tell you: live. Because the brain itself doesn't really want to die.

All of this was done in a reasonable and logical way. He was clearly helping them, but seeing Xuan Mo's upturned mouth and his expression of delight made it seem awkward.

Especially Qing Yu. What made the dragon race strong? Their ability to reproduce. Dragons gave birth to dragons, dragons gave birth to dragons, and their descendants were endless. So from his perspective, he saw his great-great-grandson torn to pieces, his favorite eldest son beaten into a pulp like a whip, his cherished granddaughter beaten into a meat pie with a single punch, and his youngest son roasted to charcoal by a bolt of purple lightning.

It felt awkward, especially awkward. Bloodlines were a magical thing, a connection that seemed to exist but not to exist. Even if you knew it wasn't real, you'd still be angry. Qing Yu couldn't help himself after seeing countless generations of his descendants being torn into pieces by the storm.

With a dragon roar, he rushed forward. The dragon clan still has its own pride, how could they allow others to humiliate them? He wanted to get back at them. Since he couldn't die anyway, he might as well fight to his heart's content. Such an opportunity was rare. So Qing Yu did not hold back from the beginning. Although he was not a true dragon - there were nine rivers and eight meridians in the world, but the number of true dragons could be counted on one hand. The Dragon King and the true dragons were different. The Dragon King controlled a certain water system. In his own territory, the Dragon King could compete with the true dragons. But outside the water system, the Dragon King was no match for the true dragons.

On the other hand, a true dragon is stronger within its own water system, but it's only as powerful as a tiger with wings. Outside of the water system, it still possesses the strength of a dragon king. Qing Yu is the former, but his strength should not be underestimated.

His entrance finally stopped Xuan Mo from strolling around so leisurely. Qing Yu, worthy of being the Dragon King, completely smoothed out the surrounding air currents with one strike, and the water blades evaporated completely under the surrounding thunderstorm.

The duel between the two dragon kings, the fight between dragon clans is nothing more than the three things: unparalleled physical strength - don't look at Xuan Mo's small body, but you can see his extraordinary strength from the fact that he just smashed a dragon into a meat pie with one punch; and the control of celestial phenomena, whether it is wind, rain, thunder or air flow, these are the dragon clan's signature skills.

Unfortunately, this was Xuan Mo's territory. It wasn't that Qing Yu's control wasn't good, but in other dragon territories, the dragons themselves were weakened. Even Qing Yu, the Dragon King, was no exception.

In the end, the only thing left to compete was combat skill. The Dragon Clan actually preferred to crush their opponents with the might of the heavens, but that didn't mean skill wasn't important. It was incredibly important. On this point, Xuan Mo was at a disadvantage.

However, with the first two items being dominant, this little trick does not seem to be able to reverse the situation.

Qing Yu was at a disadvantage the moment he faced Xuan Mo.

Purple lightning clashed with blue lightning, their opposing currents constantly rubbing and tearing at each other. Qing Yu and Xuan Mo vanished almost instantly. The relentless blows from both sides had already torn the waters to shreds. Countless holes suddenly exploded above the surface, reversing or even severing the current, causing it to stop flowing.

And all this is just the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Qing Yu was shocked. Setting aside the control of celestial phenomena, he didn't understand the terrifying power contained within this tiny body. He was actually slightly inferior in strength. The recoil force shattered the dragon scales on his hand.

The surrounding aquatic creatures weren't just standing by to watch. They kept finding opportunities to attack Xuan Mo while the two fought. Under this attack, Xuan Mo fought more and more fiercely, not losing ground, and even gaining the upper hand.

"Freak, you're such a freak."

Isn't he a freak? Even before becoming a dragon, he already possessed the authority of the Water God and his life-defining magic weapon. And when he became a dragon, it was even more extraordinary. The dual support of true dragon blood and water veins lifted him into a dragon. How could an ordinary person compare?

There is absolutely no comparison.

Meanwhile, Qin Shu, who was watching the fight from the other side, wanted to urge them to take it easy and not let things get out of hand. Unbeknownst to Qin Shu, the moment Qing Yu started to lose the upper hand, he was already trying to drag Qin Shu down with him. After all, he was no match for Xuan Mo, and Qin Shu might be able to dampen his spirits.

Qin Shu didn't know at the moment.

But she soon learned the truth. The battle had already reached her side. Initially, she had thought Qing Yu's playful dealings with a child were unmannerly and unsteady. But as the raging storm lashed out, the whirlwind of lightning pelting her face, she knew she couldn't stand it any longer. Screw your manners, screw your composure! I'm going to kill these two clueless bastards.

Thus, the goddess glared and joined the battlefield with the force of thunder.