Chapter 0809: Five Dragons War King

Chapter 0809: Five Dragons' War King

Qin Yun flew toward Mighty Dragon City with Lan Suyao.

The extraction of Long Qiaofeng’s martial soul had enraged Qin Yun, and he was now determined to wipe out the Long Family from Proud Star State.

Mighty Dragon City was a city built by the Long Family, and most of their income came from its taxes.

Qin Yun was heading there now to scout their reactions.

Last time, he had killed several Martial Kings in Mighty Dragon City. If the Long Family took this seriously, they would surely reinforce the city with more elite forces.

Mighty Dragon City was the Long Family’s territory, yet even their Martial Kings had been killed there, and the Long Family had failed to capture the culprit. This had thrown the city into panic.

People chose to live in large cities for safety, but now, such incidents in Mighty Dragon City made them feel insecure.

On the way, Lan Suyao covered her face with a veil at Qin Yun’s suggestion, as her unusually beautiful appearance could attract unwanted attention.

At the city gates, many people were queuing to enter. Entry checks had tightened drastically.

To expedite their entry, Qin Yun approached the Martial King guarding the gate and directly handed him a million purple crystal coins.

For an ordinary Martial King, a million purple crystal coins was a considerable sum, so the guard immediately let Qin Yun and Lan Suyao pass.

The Martial Kings assigned to gatekeeping duties were usually low-ranking, and if the price was right, they cared little about the consequences.

"Are the Long Family members here?" Lan Suyao, though unfamiliar with human society in the Spirit Wasteland, wasn’t particularly curious—it wasn’t much different from the desolate regions she came from.

"Some of them should be here," Qin Yun replied. He had brought Lan Suyao with the intention of razing Mighty Dragon City.

Destroying this city would cripple the Long Family of Soaring Dragon State. Only such drastic measures could truly intimidate them.

Despite the previous killings of Martial Kings, Mighty Dragon City remained bustling, as it was still the Long Family’s domain.

With the Martial Dragon Villa nearby, people generally felt secure.

Patrols of Long Family members could be seen frequently on the streets, though none seemed particularly strong.

"The Long Family is still playing it cool!" Qin Yun muttered as he walked, noticing no signs of stronger reinforcements in the patrols.

"Xiao Yun, the Long Family has lost many of their powerful Martial Emperors and Half-Immortals," Ling Yuner chimed in. "Some died in the Taboo Death City, and others were killed by you outside the gates of Immortal Armament City."

The Long Family was now stretched thin, making this their weakest moment.

"In that case, they must have sent more people to this city. As long as I find those with decent cultivation, I can make my move!" Qin Yun smirked inwardly.

The Long Family of Proud Star State indeed were running low on powerhouses now.

However, Soaring Dragon State and other states still had plenty.

With Martial Dragon Villa in Proud Star State needing assistance, the other Long Family branches would surely come to their aid. The Long Family now stood as a united force, bound to band together.

Qin Yun walked with Lan Suyao toward a mountain estate, which was the city lord's residence of Weilong City.

Many people were lined up in front of the city lord's residence.

Qin Yun had also learned that the city lord's residence was recruiting forces.

This aligned with Ling Yuner's earlier speculation—the Long family was running short on people.

When Qin Yun arrived at the entrance of the city lord's residence, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in golden robes. He had a plump face, thick neck, and paced with his hands clasped behind his back, followed by many attendants.

He paced at the entrance, eyeing those in line.

The golden-robed middle-aged man was at the Martial King Realm and looked utterly arrogant, looking down on everyone in line.

"What kind of garbage is even lining up here? Do they really think it's so easy to become an affiliate of our Long family?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully.

"City Lord! The conditions we set are too low... The clan agreed to five million purple crystals yearly, but you... you’re only shelling out two million to recruit people!" an elder whispered.

"Two million a year to recruit peak Martial Lords—isn't that enough?" the city lord sneered.

"That’s way too low!" the elder sighed softly.

At that moment, the city lord caught sight of Qin Yun and Lan Suyao.

Lan Suyao wore a blue dress, her hair simply tied up, and her face veiled. Her attire was plain and unadorned, but her piercing blue eyes stood out.

Upon seeing Lan Suyao, the City Lord of Weilong leered as he walked up to her.

"Miss, are you here to join our Long family?" the Weilong City Lord asked, his voice dripping with sleaze.

Qin Yun quickly interjected, "No, we're just passing by!"

The Weilong City Lord glanced at Qin Yun, noting that he only had the aura of profound force—a late-stage Profound Realm cultivator—and barked contemptuously, "Know your place, lackey! You don’t have a voice here!"

The city lord's loud shout drew the attention of everyone nearby.

The people of Weilong City were already familiar with the City Lord’s rotten character, so they weren’t particularly surprised.

"Shut up? Who the hell are you to boss me around?" Qin Yun sneered. He had altered his appearance—even if his wanted posters filled the streets, no one could recognize him.

"Because I am the city lord! In my city, if I say jump, you ask how high!" the Weilong City Lord roared, growing even angrier. "Punish yourself. If I do it, I’ll rearrange your face!"

"And if I refuse?" Qin Yun clenched his fists.

The Weilong City Lord turned to Lan Suyao and said, "Beauty, your servant is very disobedient. But for you, I’ll let him off—on one condition... You must be my guest at my residence for a few days!"

"A loser like you? Go find a puddle and check your reflection, you ugly bastard, before dreaming of chasing my Queen Suyao!" Qin Yun mocked.

The onlookers froze—someone actually dared to insult the Weilong City Lord like this? This guy had a death wish!

Lan Suyao observed coolly.

"You worthless dog, begging for pain!" The Weilong City Lord flew into a rage and turned to the elder beside him. "Smash that brat’s mouth!"

The elder was at the peak of the Profound Realm. He stepped forward, producing an iron paddle—no doubt meant for disciplining mouths.

But as he approached, he suddenly felt his body lose control. He swung the iron board, spun around abruptly, and smashed it straight into the Weilong City Lord’s face.

*CRACK!*

The City Lord of Weilong was struck with a resounding smack, leaving him completely stunned!

Seeing this, everyone knew the old man wasn't doing this of his own will but had been controlled.

People scrambled to get away!

"You... you dare hit me!" The City Lord of Weilong glared at the elder, then turned his gaze to Qin Yun.

"If I want to hit you, I'll hit you!" Qin Yun threw a fierce punch straight at the City Lord's nose.

"Ah!" The City Lord screamed as blood spurted from his nose.

In Weilong City, openly provoking and even striking the City Lord—only one person could do such a thing: Qin Yun!

The crowd immediately realized this and backed away even further, while those in line also scattered abruptly.

The City Lord of Weilong wasn’t stupid—he knew the man before him was very likely Qin Yun.

"You're Qin Yun? You son of a bitch!" the City Lord roared, drawing a large blade and slashing forward.

At the same time, Lan Suyao's eyes emitted a blue glow, paralyzing the City Lord and his men mid-charge.

The Soul Sacred Blade in Qin Yun's hand billowed with dark energy as he swung it down upon the City Lord.

The City Lord shrieked in agony as his soul was devoured and absorbed by the Soul Sacred Blade.

Just like that, the City Lord was killed!

The crowd was shocked senseless!

They had previously thought Qin Yun could kill a few War Kings only because those War Kings were caught off guard.

But this City Lord of Weilong, fully aware it was Qin Yun, still couldn’t put up a fight.

This made everyone suspect that Qin Yun had power on par with a War King!

"City Lord... City Lord..." The elder screamed in horror.

"If he was your master, then you can join him!" Qin Yun swung his blade once more, splattering blood everywhere as the elder was also slain.

From within the city lord's mansion, several powerful presences burst forth!

Just as Qin Yun had guessed, the Long Family had sent a few powerful fighters to oversee the city. But it still wasn’t enough.

The Long Family members who rushed out were only mere War Kings—not a single Emperor Wu among them!

As soon as they appeared, onlookers in the distance cried out, "It’s the Five Dragon War Kings of the Long Family—all peak-level War Kings at their strongest!"

"These five War Kings are legendary in the Long Family. It’s said that together, they can capture an Emperor Wu alive!"

"Qin Yun is in for it now, isn’t he? How foolish—he knew the Long Family would station people here, yet he still came picking a fight!"

"The War Kings Qin Yun killed before were just pushovers. The Five Dragon War Kings are seasoned veterans among War Kings, just half a step away from Emperor Wu!"

The distant crowd were in awe of the power of the Five Dragon War Kings.

Indeed, the Five Dragon War Kings cut imposing figures—clad in violet-gold battle armor, wielding massive and commanding purple-gold blades with dragon-head hilts. Their blinding purple-gold glow radiated the power of Dao Runes.

Five identical Dao Rune blades, five sets of Dao artifact armor—they truly oozed raw power!

This is also why everyone thought Qin Yun was doomed!

Because in terms of equipment, the Five Dragon War Kings far surpassed Qin Yun!

"Some trash Daoist artifacts, and you dare to flaunt them!" Qin Yun snorted coldly.

"Qin Yun, today we will definitely capture you alive and execute you publicly!" A middle-aged man shouted before charging fiercely at Qin Yun, bringing his massive blade down with crushing force.

As the purple-gold greatsword was raised, a dragon's roar shook the air, as if imbued with a purple-golden dragon's spirit, emitting a translucent phantom image of the dragon.

Only one warrior moved against Qin Yun, as they believed a single Martial King was enough to subdue him!

Just as the Martial King's blade was about to land, it suddenly stopped—his body locked rigid!

Lan Suyao's Sacred Pupils pulsed with an eerie blue glow, immobilizing the Martial King!