A towering figure, as massive as a small mountain, strode across a region of blazing starlight.

This was the famous Field of Shattered Starlight, born from celestial energy escaping the sanctuary world of Heavenly Deity Star Street. The Field of Shattered Starlight symbolized the street's prosperity.

Passing through this shimmering expanse, a magnificent tower came into view ahead. Gilded and resplendent, the tower blazed with dazzling starlight—the most imposing structure around.

It was none other than the renowned Sun-Moon Star Tower of Heavenly Deity Star Street.

At this moment, the nine-foot figure in violet dragon robes heading toward the tower was Long Qinyang of the Southern Divine Dragon Cellar.

He had a high-bridged nose and a pair of majestic violet dragon horns. His eyes blazed, a Corona shimmered above him, and his presence was commanding. At a glance, it was clear he was a celestial prodigy of noble birth from the Samsara Galaxy.

Yet, after glimpsing the Supreme Yin Cauldron—even if only a suspicion—even he felt his heart race.

A peerless merit lay right before him.

"The Supreme Yin Cauldron," Long Qinyang murmured. He recalled the allure of the female Yin Devil, his eyes gradually gleaming with fiery light. "Once we get our hands on you… aside from endless existence, don't expect a moment's rest for the rest of your life!"

He hadn't imagined that the legendary Supreme Yin Cauldron truly existed. There were female Yin Devils, but one with nine-ring dragon horns… there was only this one.

"That country bumpkin has no idea of the treasure beside him," Long Qinyang sneered.

He had spent years in the Southern Divine Dragon Cellar, hosting people from all walks of life across the Samsara Galaxy. No matter how someone tried to bluff about their background, he could see through them after a few words.

He was still chuckling when a figure in white robes suddenly appeared in the starry mist ahead of him.

"Who goes there?!" Long Qinyang halted abruptly, his narrow eyes cold and stern, fixing on the figure ahead.

The white-clad figure said nothing, continuing to approach him. Emerging from the Field of Shattered Starlight, his form became clear. It was the peerlessly handsome Yun Xiao!

"It's you?" Long Qinyang exclaimed. He had been mocking this insignificant person, never expecting to encounter him here.

He was about to laugh when Yun Xiao spoke up. "Sir Long, have you lost something?"

"Oh? And what might that be?" Long Qinyang raised an eyebrow.

"I found it. It's all here."

With a wave of his hand, Yun Xiao summoned a string of objects from the starry mist behind him. They floated before Long Qinyang.

Long Qinyang's smile froze. His face turned to stone, eyes flashing with cold fury.

It was a string of severed heads. Each one bore sharp, chilling dragon horns. Every face was twisted in terror and agony.

Without a doubt, they were all from the Dragon Devil Clan, his most trusted attendants.

This also included the two who had tried to block Feng Yao from entering the Southern Divine Dragon Cellar. The head at the very front belonged to the shadow he'd sent to trail Yun Xiao.

"You..." Long Qinyang's nine-foot frame trembled. He glared at Yun Xiao, eyes narrow and cold. "You dare spill blood on Heavenly Deity Star Street?"

He was shocked not by the deed, but by the audacity. These attendants were gifted but not powerful elders. Killing them wasn't hard.

"I told you, I found them. There's no evidence. So, don't make wild accusations," Yun Xiao said calmly.

"It's not up to you to decide about evidence—the Heavenly Deity Alliance will judge! Come with me and confess your crimes!" Long Qinyang shouted furiously. He fixed his gaze on Yun Xiao. His towering form loomed like a giant beast ready to pounce.

The sheer pressure of his flesh and aura was immense. The might of the Dragon Devil Clan was undeniable. He was clearly an elite among elites.

BOOM!

He surged forward, his body causing sonic booms. His hand, larger than a man's foot, shot toward Yun Xiao's face.

From his palm erupted the four tribulation powers—wind, fire, thunder, and ice. Dragon roars echoed, revealing Long Qinyang as a Samsara Disciple in the Fourth Baptism Realm.

Samsara Disciples were the highest rank of disciples in the Samsara Galaxy, far surpassing those Divine Bud, Taiji, and Stellar Sea Disciples. In combat prowess, they matched Colonels like the Black Brute Bear Lin Daiyuan of the Desolation Corps.

With this single move, Long Qingyang proved himself leagues above talents like Yan Feixue.

He aimed to crush Yun Xiao's head with one hand—a lion swatting at a monkey.

Yun Xiao watched the enormous palm approaching, his face calm from start to finish.

BOOM!

The palm unleashed a storm that could shake the world.

Fighting was forbidden on Heavenly Deity Star Street, but here, amid the dazzling Field of Shattered Starlight, it was hard to be noticed.

Besides, Yun Xiao had already committed murder. Why should he stick to the rules?

"Regulations are chains for the weak and lowly," Long Qinyang thought. His eyes were cold, like a violet dragon swooping down to kill.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The shockwave from his palm stirred up a tempest of wind, fire, thunder, and ice. His hand was about to strike Yun Xiao's forehead.

But then, a sharp sound came from behind Long Qinyang. A sudden sense of mortal danger made him instinctively feel the killing intent.

In that split second, his expression changed. He quickly withdrew his hand, whipping up a violet storm, and spun around to face behind him.

He saw it. It was a black arrow! In that flash, he used his violet dragon horn to block.

RIP!

The black arrow, engulfed in demonic flames, struck his horn, sparking blinding flashes. Its power diminished little, instantly slicing past Long Qinyang's right ear.

"AGHH!" His right ear was torn off, the skin on his handsome right cheek scraped away, ripping off more than half, revealing ghastly white bone.

The violent force spun his entire body.

"Damn it!" He endured the searing pain in his face and ear. Rage surged like a volcano, his eyes turning blood-red.

"You!" Long Qinyang glared back coldly. Amidst the dazzling starry mist, a fiery young devil girl appeared. She wore tight crimson leather armor, held a fierce bow burning with demonic flames, and in her other hand grasped a six-foot-long dark crimson, blood-stained arrow.

A beautiful woman stood proudly in the air, bow and arrow in hand. Her posture was flawless. Under the shimmering misty starlight, the scene struck like a thunderbolt. Beside her stood the youth in white, pure and ethereal. They were a stark contrast—the carefree transcendence of Yun Xiao and the worldly allure of Feng Yao.

Yun Xiao's appearance whispered of an otherworldly quest for immortality, free from desire. Feng Yao, however, embodied the depths of the mortal realm, filled with emotions, desires, love and hate, passion and sorrow.

But who would guess that the true hearts of this celestial youth and devilish woman were actually the opposite?

Long Qinyang didn't understand them at all. Wiping the blood from his right cheek, he gazed at Feng Yao with a vicious glare. In a deep voice, he said, "You held back before, but once you acted, it was astounding. I never expected your archery to be so fierce—truly impressive!"

Clearly, that arrow made him think Feng Yao was the mastermind between the two.

"Well then! May I ask, young lady, when has our Southern Divine Dragon's Dragon Devil Clan ever offended you both, that you'd kill on Heavenly Deity Star Street and now harm me?" Long Qinyang suppressed his fury, asking with a touch of feigned grievance.

The fact that he could hold back his anger showed he was still composed. Realizing these two harbored secrets, he chose to wait for reinforcements.

As long as someone arrived, given the situation, he could invoke the iron laws of the Heavenly Deity Alliance to have Feng Yao imprisoned for life.

Facing Long Qinyang's questioning, Feng Yao slowly drew her bow. From her lofty stance, she gazed coldly and arrogantly at the handsome nine-foot-tall man. Her red lips parted slightly, uttering the words, "Supreme Yin Cauldron."

Those words revealed that Yun Xiao and Feng Yao had not only killed the trackers but also confronted him with their purpose.

Hearing this, Long Qinyang knew they had come to eliminate him. There was no turning back now. But was he afraid? He, a proud Samsara Disciple of the Southern Divine Dragon? Afraid? Not in the slightest!

They were still at the base of the Sun-Moon Star Tower. If the battle stirred up enough commotion, a throng of his friends and clansmen would arrive in no time.

Looking at Yun Xiao and Feng Yao, they seemed to be taking a desperate gamble.

"Fine, I'll play with you, my little furnace!"

Hearing this and catching the way Long Qinyang looked at her—as if she were a mere plaything—Feng Yao couldn't help but feel nauseated.

Though she found Yun Xiao greedy, irritable, and overbearing—sometimes quite annoying—compared to Long Qinyang, who was a gentleman in public but vile behind closed doors, Yun Xiao was practically a saint.

At least he was genuine, never pretending in front of Feng Yao.

"This one's mine!" she huffed at Yun Xiao, biting her lip.

Yun Xiao was about to draw his sword, but seeing her so upset, he couldn't help but smile wryly. He sheathed his sword and waved a hand. "Alright, make it quick. This place is dangerous; we shouldn't linger. If we get surrounded and they see us killing on Heavenly Deity Star Street, even the Three Divas won't have a reason to protect us."

"I know!" Feng Yao nodded, her fiery red eyes locking onto Long Qinyang.

Hearing their exchange, Long Qinyang's anger surged again. He sneered, "A woman like you was born to whimper and beg before men, and you dare to act tough?"

He had never feared these two from the start. Since they wanted a quick fight, he would take his time playing with them. He'd kill the man and seize the woman.

The Dragon Devil Clan was naturally violent and arrogant; such temperament ran deep in the clan, and Long Qinyang was no exception.

Just then, he summoned a Sword Soul five feet long and as wide as a man's hand.

This Sword Soul was nearly as big as Yun Xiao's six-foot Sovereign Sword, but it was actually Long Qinyang's Palm Sword.

This was why the Dragon Devil Clan was so envied!

Gifted with strong Martial Immortal talents, Long Qinyang was also a Sword Immortal. He cultivated both swordsmanship and martial arts.

This was where the Dragon Devil Clan surpassed some devils. They possessed the physical might of devils and the sharp edge of human Sword Immortals.

BOOM!

The five-foot Sword Soul was entirely violet, its blade covered with dragon scales. These scales were like barbs; once they pierced flesh, they'd tear out chunks of it.

Looking closely, one would find these dragon scales were composed of Sword Prisons, each filled with dense layers of Sword Aura.

There were 400 dragon scales on this Sword Soul, indicating it contained 400 Sword Prisons.

This was the highest number of Sword Prisons that Yun Xiao had encountered among the young geniuses of the Samsara Galaxy so far.

Holding this Dragon Scale Sword Soul, Long Qinyang's eyes blazed with fire. He had become a domineering, blazing, and ferocious sword devil.

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