Chapter 14490 Where is that woman?

Chapter 14490 Where is that woman?

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's figure suddenly transformed into a pale golden streak of light, disappearing through the window of the Martial Pavilion, accompanied by a faint sigh as he vanished. Yun Mubai was left standing there, bewildered. He clearly sensed a fear far exceeding "helplessness" in the old patriarch's tone.

……

On a misty mountaintop, several figures shrouded in white robes stood. The robes were so tightly woven that not even the wind could penetrate, revealing only pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows, staring at the direction of Meteor Dragon Valley like lurking wild beasts.

"Didn't you see that person named Moon Maiden?"

A female voice rang out, its quality like that of cold jade, seemingly alluring yet like an icicle piercing the skin, exuding an innate arrogance.

"No! There are only Ling Xiao, Ling Bi, Meng Haoqing, and Jin Yan on their way to Meteor Dragon Valley." The other person quickly replied, his voice tinged with caution.

"That mysterious woman named Lan Jingjing, is she not here either?" the haughty female voice asked again, her robe sleeves swaying slightly, causing the surrounding clouds to recede three feet.

"We haven't found any trace of her. Even our spies in Lin Yuan City don't know where she went." The others lowered their heads, their tone becoming increasingly respectful.

"Useless!" The woman's voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with undisguised anger. "Your intelligence work is absolutely rotten!"

The people in white robes all bowed, and no one dared to raise their heads to refute them.

"Never mind her for now." After a moment, the woman's voice softened a bit, and the corner of her robe swept across the withered grass on the ground. "No matter how powerful she is, she is just an avatar after all. We already have a plan to deal with her." She raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Meteor Dragon Valley, a complex look flashing in her eyes. "That place once housed a terrifying force that even we and the Demon Sect feared."

"Is it a dragon?" someone asked in a low voice.

“No.” The woman shook her head, her tone tinged with disdain. “Back then, they only dared to call themselves ‘Dragon Valley,’ and they didn’t dare to use the name ‘Dragon Clan’ at all. They probably only had some dragon blood. But even so, they were enough to dominate an era.”

"Is it said that the Divine Light Clan are descendants of Dragon Valley?" someone asked.

"Descendants?" The woman scoffed, her voice full of disdain. "The Divine Light Clan is nothing but parasites that have sprung up on the ruins of Dragon Valley. What a load of rubbish, they can't even compare to one ten-thousandth of what Dragon Valley was back then." She paused, her gaze falling into the depths of Fallen Dragon Valley. "That enormous dragon bone in Fallen Dragon Valley is quite a treasure."

“It’s truly amazing. Over the years, so many people have wanted to take it, but none of them have succeeded,” someone echoed.

“Nature is wondrous… Wait, Lingxiao has arrived!” The woman suddenly spoke, her tone becoming more solemn, her body beneath her white robe tensing slightly.

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At the top of the sea of ​​clouds, Ling Xiao and his three companions stood amidst the swirling mist, with rolling waves of clouds beneath their feet. Ahead lay the Meteor Dragon Valley, shrouded in a rainbow of light. Each ray of light concealed a sharp killing intent, like countless slender swords hanging overhead, making even breathing painful.

"Meteor Dragon Valley." Ling Xiao murmured these three words, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist, landing on the floating palace deep within the valley. Broken dragon-shaped bronze bells still hung from the palace's eaves, their rusty surfaces still exuding an air of majesty. He suddenly recalled the dragon ruins of the Demon Suppression Mansion, and a question arose in his mind: Could these two places be connected?
"Let's go." Ling Xiao took the lead, transforming into a streak of azure light and rushing straight into the valley. Jin Yan, Ling Bi, and Meng Haoqing followed closely behind, the four figures cutting through the sea of ​​clouds and landing on the white jade plaza at the entrance of Meteor Dragon Valley.

The moment their feet touched the white jade bricks, the surrounding rainbow light suddenly hummed, and killing intent instantly condensed, enveloping the four like a tangible net. At the end of the plaza stood a bronze hall, its doors long since decayed, the plaque hanging above weathered and mottled by wind and frost, yet the words "Dragon Valley" were still clearly visible. Those two characters seemed alive, exuding a chilling pressure that made one's chest feel heavy.

As Ling Xiao was surveying the ruins inside the palace, the surrounding sea of ​​clouds suddenly churned, and thirteen figures appeared without warning around the plaza, surrounding them completely.

"Heh, what a grand display." Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed, his fingertips subtly pressing against the hilt of his sword. These thirteen people were all at the peak of the Star River Realm. This lineup was clearly not meant to deal with him, but rather to wait for the Moon Maiden.

The elder leading the group had white hair, a golden sword hanging at his waist, and the gems on the scabbard gleamed coldly. His aura was as deep as a pool, and it was clear at a glance that he was an elder of the Divine Light Clan.

Beside him stood Yun Mo of the Demon Heaven Sect, his gaze, hidden beneath his black robes, like a poisoned hook, fixed intently on the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword at Ling Xiao's waist, his knuckles unconsciously curling. Further beside him was the Gu Clan Chief, Scorpion King, his face covered in eerie blood-red runes, a faint smile playing on his lips, a jet-black worm clutched between his fingers.

There was another person wearing a wide conical hat, with black veils hanging down from the edge of the hat covering most of his face. His aura was dark and unclear, as if he were wrapped in thick ink, yet he was more intimidating than the other twelve people.

"Do you have a grudge against me? Or have we met before?" Ling Xiao's gaze fell on the man in the bamboo hat, his tone carrying a hint of wariness.

The man in the straw hat was silent for a moment, then his hoarse voice came from behind the black veil, as if squeezed out of a rusty iron pipe, and carried a faint fishy smell: "I have never met you before, nor do we have any grudges against you. But I also covet the treasures you possess."

At this moment, the white-haired elder of the Divine Light Clan spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure that caused the surrounding clouds to stop flowing: "Young man, hand over the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and the Dragon Valley Key, and you may suffer less."

Ling Xiao suddenly laughed, raising his hand and opening his palm: "Hand it over, and then what? Will you all be kind enough to let me leave?"

The old man did not answer, but the coldness in his eyes said it all: handing over the treasure would only lead to his death.

"Since we're going to die anyway," Ling Xiao's smile vanished, and the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword suddenly emitted a soft hum. "Then what's the point of talking? Let's fight!"

Upon uttering the word "war," the white-haired old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he did not immediately make a move. His divine sense, like an impenetrable net, spread into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, clearly still waiting for the woman in the moon-colored dress whom everyone feared.

"What are you waiting for?" Yun Mo snorted impatiently, the hem of his robe brushing against the white jade bricks, making a harsh rubbing sound. "That woman most likely won't show up! If you're afraid, then go back. I'll personally take this brat's dog life!"

The white-haired old man's face darkened at his words, and finally, without further hesitation, he swept his sleeves sharply!
Boom!

The entire bronze hall collapsed in response. Amidst the flying debris, four golden sword energies as thick as stone pillars soared into the sky, intertwining in the air to form a deadly sword formation. Countless fine swords shot out from the formation patterns, firmly locking Ling Xiao and his companions in the center.