Chapter 342: Chapter 460 : A Clan of Dragons Awakens
Chapter 460 : A Clan of Dragons Awakens
After Bai Qingxue brought the eighteen great demon youths of the Nine Tribes to compete for the rankings, naturally, it wasn’t sothing they could finish in just a day or two and leave. They would have to stay in the city for a while.
Initially, Bai Qingxue didn’t want to trouble the Fang Clan. But with the Fang Clan’s countless eyes and ears in the city—and given that the demon youths had already appeared on both the Flood Dragon List and True Dragon List—they had inevitably drawn the Fang Clan’s attention.
Soon after, soone from the Fang Clan approached them to arrange accommodations.
The primary arrangents were made for the Skyfire Fla Beast Tribe’s powerhouse, followed by the Nine-Tailed Fox Tribe. The remaining seven tribes’ mbers were more or less just along for the ride.
After settling in, they didn’t go to the Martial Arena every day. With lots of free ti on their hands, they began wandering the city.
Ascension City was divided into four main zones: the Trade Zone, the Administrative Zone, the Residential Zone, and the Entertainnt Zone.
Once they arrived at the Entertainnt Zone, they were imdiately drawn in.
The entertainnt district of Ascension City was so extravagantly luxurious and prosperous that one could easily beco lost in its pleasures. It was irresistible—especially for these young demon cultivators who lacked worldly experience.
Every few days, they’d head back to the Entertainnt Zone—trying sothing new today, playing sothing else tomorrow, and if they were itching for action, they’d head to the Martial Arena to fight. Their lives could only be described as carefree and unrestrained.
Originally, Bai Qingxue hadn’t intended to leave Ascension City so soon. Now, none of the other demon youths wanted to either.
They were all planning to stay in Ascension City long-term.
anwhile, a number of Saint Realm cultivators who had still been observing the True Dragon List noticed that nine powerful Saint Realm demon youths were residing in the city. They started flocking to the Martial Arena, hoping to challenge them and use them as stepping stones to get on the True Dragon List.
This result was exactly what Bai Qingxue had hoped for.
After all, the very reason she had brought these demons to the city was to support the Fang Clan and ensure the successful launch of the two ranking lists.
Ti passed in a flash—two years went by.
The Flood Dragon List now held fifty nas, all cultivators at the Ninth Stage of the Fusion Realm.
The True Dragon List also displayed fifty nas, mostly True Saints and a few Grand Saints. True Saints made up the majority, as many eligible Grand Saints still hadn’t participated.
If a Saint King under five hundred years old were to appear, they’d no doubt take the number one spot—but so far, none had shown up.
The Flood Dragon List targeted sub-Saint cultivators under a hundred years old.
This was the most populous cultivation group, so the competition was fierce.
Each day brought new challengers attempting to knock contenders off the Flood Dragon List. Most failed, though a few succeeded in rising to fa by winning.
Since the list only recorded the top fifty, it was in constant flux, and the Martial Arena remained perpetually packed.
“It’s already been two years since the Flood Dragon List was established. How is it that not a single mber of the Fang Clan has appeared on the list?”
“Heh, maybe they’re just leaving the opportunity for others.”
“In my opinion, it’s because the Fang Clan has no successors.”
“Yeah, their clan leader and a few prodigies are impressive, but beyond them, there’s no one.”
“Exactly what I expected. The Fang Clan grew too fast and lacks foundation.”
“No one above, no one below. The Fang Clan—tsk tsk.”
“Keep your voice down—this is Ascension City. Are you tired of living?”
Ever since the Flood Dragon List had debuted, such gossip and slander had never stopped.
It seed the world had co to a consensus: apart from Fang Ting and a few Heaven’s Pride elites, the Fang Clan had no other strong mbers to show for itself.
As luck would have it, this period coincided with the Fang Clan’s internal grand competition, during which many Hidden Dragon Guards returned ho.
After the competition concluded, Fang Yan, the commander of the Hidden Dragon Guards, led fifty mbers of the force into the Martial Arena.
All fifty were at the late Fusion Realm.
There were too many people in the arena, so their entrance drew no attention.
“Each of you pick a suitable opponent and challenge the list.”
At Fang Yan’s command, the Hidden Dragon Guards scattered into the bustling arena, using intelligence from Drunken Immortal Pavilion to select appropriate opponents.
Soon after, the previously stable Flood Dragon List began to change drastically.
Cries of astonishnt rang out from the crowd.
“My god! Rank 8, Lu Renjia, lost!”
“He lost to a newcor I’ve never seen before.”
“Fang Yan?! Could he be from the Fang Clan?”
And before one shock could settle, another followed:
“Holy crap! Rank 1, Lu Renyi, just lost too!”
“Another stranger!”
“Fang Tian?!”
“Another one nad Fang? Could they all be from the Fang Clan?”
This was only the beginning. One after another, new nas—all bearing the surna Fang—began to climb onto the Flood Dragon List.
That day, the changes to the list were greater than the entire previous two years combined.
By the end of the day, the original fifty on the list had been reduced to just eight.
That ant forty-two had been kicked off—replaced by forty-two newcors, all surnad Fang.
The world was stunned.
“They’re all nad Fang? Are they really all from the Fang Clan?”
“Impossible! That’s too crazy!”
“Do you really think there’s another clan in all of Cangzhou that can produce this many young prodigies with the Fang surna?”
“Unbelievable! The Fang Clan really does hide their edge until the last mont!”
“They’ve always been like this.”
“Where are all the people who said the Fang Clan had no successors? Cat got your tongue?”
“They just let you run ahead for a bit. And you took it seriously—how ridiculous!”
Of the fifty late-stage Fusion Realm cultivators the Fang Clan had sent, most had the Five Elents Body, and several others had different special Bodies.
They all trained in sacred-level techniques, wielded top-tier heavenly weapons, and had abundant battle experience. Among their peers, they were unbeatable, and even capable of challenging above their cultivation level.
Even facing the young elites from the Nine Great Royal Demon Clans, they could not be stopped.
As for the eight who didn’t make the list, it was simply because they were only at the Eighth Stage of the Fusion Realm. Against opponents with equivalent talent, weapons, and experience—but a one-stage advantage in cultivation—the gap was hard to overco.
Still, out of fifty participants, forty-two securing top spots was an astonishing achievent.
Even the always proud and aloof demon elites were left speechless.
They had been just like everyone else, thinking the Fang Clan had no more rising stars. But today, the Fang Clan had slapped them hard across the face with reality.
It was now clear—they hadn’t acted before because they hadn’t needed to.
But there were still so skeptics with stiff necks, insisting:
“So what if they can dominate the Flood Dragon List? The True Dragon List is another story.”
They didn’t realize that on the very next day, Fang Yan would bring twenty-four True Saints from the Hidden Dragon Guards… straight to the Martial Arena.
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