Chapter 316: The Saintess's Wrath

Chapter 316: The Saintess's Wrath

The Dragon Princess and the Dragon Prince rose from the surface of the Sacred Lake and landed on the shore, mingling with the gathered prodigies and talents.

Eighteen maidservants in white robes carried bronze trays, serving fine wine and delicacies to the human martial artists and the heirs of the mystic beasts.

These white-robed maidservants were not dragons but humans who had willingly become servants of the dragon race, serving their needs.

Just as dragons could become mounts for humans, humans could also serve as attendants to dragons, cultivating the martial techniques of the dragon race. It was a fair exchange, with no inherent superiority or inferiority between the two.

Boom!

A young mystic beast with the appearance of a human male slammed the table, shattering it, and stood up with a cold voice. "Their dishes actually contain bear paws and snake soup! How despicable! Humans feast on mystic beasts—they’re devouring our kin!"

The other young mystic beasts also turned their gazes to the human plates, confirming that the dishes were indeed filled with the meat of mystic beasts, exquisitely prepared and fragrant.

Instantly, their killing intent surged.

The human martial artists dared not offend the young mystic beasts, knowing full well that behind them stood terrifyingly ruthless mystic beast monarchs. Provoking them could bring catastrophic losses, even to a major sect like the Yiyuan Sect.

Some martial artists prepared to discard their food and apologize to the young mystic beasts.

But Duanmu Linger’s eyes remained cold and unyielding, showing no trace of fear. "Their dishes contain human hearts and livers. They feast on humans—such acts defy the natural order!"

All the human martial artists turned their attention to the mystic beasts’ plates, where they saw bloody hearts, livers, severed hands, and thighs.

The young mystic beast with the human male appearance picked up a human heart and swallowed it whole, laughing. "If humans can eat beasts, why can’t beasts eat humans? I find ‘human hearts’ to be the most delicious delicacy in the world. The dragon race truly knows how to host—they understand the tastes of us Four-Winged Victory Snakes perfectly!"

The Four-Winged Victory Snake was a seventh-grade mystic beast.

This young male was a juvenile Four-Winged Victory Snake. Though not yet fully grown, its power was already terrifying. Every breath it exhaled carried poison mist, corroding the earth and stones beneath it into blackened ruin.

"Eating human hearts is nothing impressive. If you’re so bold, try eating a living human!" A youth clad in human-skin armor taunted from the side.

This youth was the heir of the Dragon Eagle, also a seventh-grade mystic beast.

"You think I wouldn’t dare?" The Four-Winged Victory Snake heir glared furiously, utterly dismissive of the human prodigies.

"If you dare eat one, I’ll eat two," the Dragon Eagle heir challenged.

Without hesitation, the Four-Winged Victory Snake heir struck. Its arm stretched over 20 meters long, condensing into a massive palm that reached out to seize Duanmu Linger.

It saw her as a troublemaker—and with her delicate skin, she would surely make a delicious meal.

Duanmu Linger drew her Desperate Crescent Blade, slashing out a crescent-shaped arc of light that clashed against the Great Palm Strike with a grating screech.

Despite her cultivation, she failed to cleave through the palm.

"Hahaha! Little human girl, submit and become my meal. Today, I’ll teach you the law of the jungle!" The Four-Winged Victory Snake heir roared with laughter.

Whoosh!

The Demon Sect Saintess extended a jade finger, unleashing a Sword Light that pierced through the palm strike launched by the Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir, dispersing it into wisps of Blue Smoke.

Her voice was calm yet carried an imposing authority. "Your mystic beast race is far too audacious. Do you truly believe humans lack powerful experts to deal with you?"

The Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir burst into laughter. "Who is this little girl? So beautiful, yet her Martial Path cultivation is so high. If we could devour her, our strength would surely skyrocket."

"Indeed, I can sense it—every drop of her blood is like a Profound Medicine. Eating even a single piece of her flesh would greatly enhance our cultivation," the Dragon Eagle Heir added.

The young mystic beasts all fixed their gazes on the Demon Sect Saintess, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust as they gnashed their teeth and let out low, sinister chuckles.

For mystic beasts, devouring humans was nothing unusual.

Especially powerful seventh-grade mystic beasts, whose appetites were immense. With a single inhale, they could swallow an entire small town's population.

Though the Demon Sect Saintess was merely a woman, she possessed the unyielding pride of pine and bamboo. Even facing dozens of formidable mystic beasts, she remained unshaken, utterly composed.

The young talents of the Demon Sect stood behind her, their bodies radiating Demonic Qi as they glared fiercely at the young mystic beasts, poised for battle.

"Boom!"

The Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir and the Dragon Eagle Heir attacked simultaneously, transforming into two streaks of lightning-fast shadows that closed the distance to the Demon Sect Saintess in an instant.

Their movements were incredibly profound—serpentine twists, dragon-eagle wings spread wide—swift and agile, making them nearly impossible to predict.

Their physical bodies were immensely powerful, exuding the savage aura of mystic beasts.

Their feet shattered the earth, their mouths spewed Flames, and their attacks surged forth like tidal waves.

The Demon Sect Saintess stood firm, unmoving. With a graceful lift of her jade arm, the air coalesced into freezing snowflakes. A single tap of her finger on the Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir's head instantly encased it in ice, turning it into a frozen statue.

"Swoosh!"

Her jade finger struck again, a glimmer of White Light at its tip, and the Dragon Eagle Heir, too, became an ice sculpture.

With just two fingers, she had frozen two seventh-grade mystic beast heirs, shocking the Martial Artists present and forcing them to reassess the Demon Sect Saintess's strength.

"I’ve long heard of the Demon Sect Saintess’s formidable power. Seeing it today, she truly lives up to her reputation. Let me test the wonders of her Divine Abilities myself!"

An eighth-grade mystic beast heir charged forth, wielding a spear. With a single thrust, it pierced through the void, crossing tens of meters in an instant as it aimed for the Demon Sect Saintess's face.

She raised a slender jade hand, summoning Frost Profound Qi to freeze the spear mid-air, forming an icy wall that spread toward the eighth-grade mystic beast heir.

"Boom!"

The eighth-grade mystic beast heir roared, unleashing a Thunderstorm Soundwave as it leaped into the air, swinging its spear like a staff.

The Demon Sect Saintess stepped lightly on the falling snow, her figure soaring into the heavens with breathtaking grace, her movements ever-shifting.

Dozens of ethereal afterimages appeared in the air, like celestial maidens dancing in unison—yet all were her.

The eighth-grade mystic beast heir shot upward as well, leaping 100 meters high into the sky to meet her.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir and the Dragon Eagle Heir both shattered free from the ice, shaking off the frozen chunks from their bodies. Flames erupted around them as they let out furious roars.

The Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir's body swelled rapidly, enveloped in Profound Qi, transforming into a massive black serpent over 60 meters long. Its head bore a crimson fan-shaped crown, while two pairs of scaled wings sprouted from its back. With a hiss, it spewed a thick cloud of black Poison Mist.

Its four enormous wings flapped, stirring a toxic black wind as it soared into the sky.

Soon after, five other powerful young mystic beasts also reverted to their true forms, taking to the skies to attack the Demon Sect Saintess. It seemed they truly intended to join forces, suppress her, and feast on her flesh.

High-level mystic beasts possessed extreme intelligence, cruel methods, and merciless brutality.

Above, massive beastly shadows darted through the air, lightning crackled, flames dyed half the sky red, and Sword Qi sliced through the clouds. Amidst it all, the faint silhouette of a graceful woman could be seen standing atop a flying sword.

The scene resembled a Celestial Sword Immortal battling hordes of demons, as if the world had reverted to the primordial era.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Eagle Heir fixed its bloodthirsty gaze on the other martial artists of the Demon Sect. Its fingers elongated into razor-sharp talons as it tore apart one of the Demon Sect Enchantresses.

Its jaws distended like a massive vat, swallowing the Demon Sect Enchantress whole as if she were mere prey.

Duanmu Linger led the Demon Sect's elite talents in a joint assault against the Dragon Eagle Heir, yet they were still no match, forced into retreat step by step.

While the Demon Sect Saintess could suppress high-level mystic beast heirs, they were far from capable of facing such foes.

"Rip!"

Another Demon Sect prodigy was devoured alive by the Dragon Eagle Heir, becoming nothing more than "Living Human Profound Medicine."

The Dragon Eagle Heir's martial cultivation surged, its battle intent intensifying as it laughed mockingly. "Is this the so-called elite of the human race’s younger generation? Merely food for us!"

The Dragon Prince and Dragon Princess stood calmly by the lakeside, making no move to intervene. Their cold eyes observed the slaughter between human martial artists and the mystic beast heirs—as if this had all been expected.

Ning Xiaochuan frowned. The indifference of the dragon race was understandable, but the cold detachment of the other human martial artists present, who stood by as the mystic beast heirs devoured the Demon Sect’s warriors, was beyond comprehension.

How could fellow humans watch idly as their own kind were consumed by foreign beasts?

Ning Xiaochuan prepared to act, but Yu Qing seized his wrist, shaking his head and transmitting a mental message: "Haven’t you grasped the situation? Every faction here wants to use the mystic beast heirs to eliminate the Demon Sect."

Ning Xiaochuan replied, "This isn’t eliminating the Demon Sect—it’s slaughtering our own people. Humans may fight among themselves, but never under the oppression of foreign races."

Yu Qing also frowned deeply. Truthfully, he despised the cold indifference of the crowd as well.

Yet he pressed on, "If you intervene, you may bring formidable enemies upon the Jian Pavilion Marquis House. The mystic beast kings are not to be trifled with. Think carefully!"

Ning Xiaochuan had already made up his mind. Activating Rainbow Teleportation, his figure vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared high above the Dragon Eagle Heir.

"The flesh and blood of human martial artists is truly delicious. Every piece of it can greatly enhance my cultivation. You are indeed natural Living Human Profound Medicine."

The Dragon Eagle Heir laughed loudly, knocking the Desperate Crescent Blade out of Duanmu Linger's hand.

Its scaled arm, adorned with iron-hook-like claws, slashed across Duanmu Linger's neck, leaving behind a thin crimson mark.

The Desperate Crescent Blade spun twice in mid-air, about to fall to the ground, but Ning Xiaochuan caught it in his grasp. A surge of Dragon-Tiger Profound Qi erupted from within him, causing the blade's radiance to instantly intensify.

With a single slash, he struck the Dragon Eagle Heir's arm. The tremendous force tore through its scales, spilling bright red blood.