Chapter 1389 Sweet Dream!

"Alliance leader!!!"

After Ye Chuyun appeared, everyone seemed to have found their backbone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Chuyun nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the nervous yet hopeful faces, his tone carrying a hint of helpless smile: "Alright, alright, one by one, is it that serious? Didn't I already give you a heads-up? If the Wanlong Family comes, then let them come. Why do you still look like the sky is about to fall?"

"After that just do as I say."

Qian Duoduo wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "My dear leader! Only you can be so calm and composed now!"

"That huge black city and the enemies outside are right in front of us! The Trial Tokens are treating us like wild monsters! Brothers, our hearts are about to jump out of our throats!"

Ye Wen took a step forward. He was calmer than Qian Duoduo, but his eyes were also burning with fighting spirit and urgency:

"Alliance leader, the enemy army is gathering, the energy fluctuations are getting stronger, and the attack may be launched at any time! When do we... take action?"

Ye Chuyun looked outside the base. Under the sky covered by a light golden barrier, the shadow of the huge black city weighed on everyone's heart like a physical object.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc: "No hurry. Let them be arrogant for a while."

"After that, just do as I say."

"Now..." His gaze seemed to penetrate space and landed on the huge black city, "Let's first see what our 'distinguished guests' are dreaming about."

.....

Dragon Burial City, Longyuan Palace.

The hall has a vast space and a high dome, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.

A huge annular energy light curtain was suspended in the center of the hall, clearly showing the entire picture of the Weiyang base below.

In front of the light curtain, several figures stood, their aura as deep as the sea.

Long Yuan, the patriarch of the Wanlong family, stood in the front.

He is nearly three meters tall, like an iron tower.

The knotty muscles were covered under the ferocious dark red heavy armor, and the surface of the armor was flowing with lines like magma.

Only a pair of eyes burning with violent blood flames were revealed under the helmet. They stared at Ye Chuyun's figure in the light curtain. His heavy breathing was like a bellows, carrying a burning breath.

In his hand he held a blood-red giant axe as big as a door panel. The axe blade was covered with jagged barbs and exuded a strong and indissoluble bloody smell. Just by casually leaning it on the ground, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the special obsidian floor.

"Hmph, what a last-ditch struggle!" Long Yuan's voice was as tough as he was.

"Why not send out the entire army now and raze this garrison to the ground?"

Standing a step behind Long Yuan was an old man wearing a luxurious purple and gold robe with dragon patterns.

The old man's name is Long Yan. He is the great elder of the Wanlong family and also a semi-spiritual level powerhouse.

He had an ancient face, deep eyes, white hair and beard, but his skin had an abnormal red luster.

He was leaning on a dragon-headed cane in his hand and stroking his long beard as he looked at the light curtain. Instead of a serious expression, his face held a hint of superior mockery.

"Haha, clan leader, please be patient." Elder Long Yan shook his head slightly.

"Ye Chuyun has passed three god-level assessments after all, and is second only to that genius."

"His fighting ability and strength make him a very tough opponent."

"And judging from the information we got from Shi Feng, Ye Chuyun still has many cards in his hand. We must not act rashly."

"Let's try it out first."

"Probing?" Long Yuan's eyes swept across the defense facilities in Weiyang's base, and the sarcasm on his lips became even stronger:

"Look at these so-called 'trump cards'. How naive they are."

"This is nothing but a paper toy in front of the Dragon Breath Annihilation Cannon of Dragon Burial City. The warriors of our tribe have the blood of true dragons and practice the Supreme Dragon Canon. How can they be compared to the natives of these inferior worlds?"

He flipped his hand slightly, and the shadows of octagonal pagodas emitting an ancient and vast atmosphere appeared faintly - they were the Eight-Part Pagoda!

At this moment, Long Yuan's eyes suddenly burst out with uncontrollable greed and passion: "Do you feel it?"

"That pure and powerful aura of origin! The other party must also have the Eight-Part Pagoda in his hand."

"As long as I devour it, the Eight-Part Pagoda in my hand will surely be able to break through again!!"

“This is the only goal of our trip!”

"As for Ye Chuyun and his ruined base? Just run over them!"

"The process is not important. The result is already determined!"

Long Yuan's words were filled with justified arrogance, as if he was stating a fact that was about to happen.

Several Wanlong family generals around them, whose auras were equally powerful, also showed smiles of deep approval and contempt on their faces.

In their opinion, no matter how much preparation Ye Chuyun made, it was just a louder firecracker that Ye Chuyun would set off before his death.

Apart from adding a little drama, it doesn't change the ending at all.

At this moment, an even more powerful aura descended.

The noise in the hall suddenly quieted down, and even the violent Long Yuan restrained himself a little.

In the center of the hall, on the dragon throne that symbolizes supreme power, the space was slightly trembling. A figure appeared silently.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a handsome, almost devilish face, skin as white as jade, and long dark purple hair casually draped.

He was wearing a simple black robe without any complicated patterns on it, except for a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with dark gold thread on the front. There seemed to be a glow when the dragon's eyes opened and closed.

He leaned lazily on the throne, supporting his chin with one hand and resting the other hand casually on the armrest, tapping the dragon head carving lightly with his fingertips.

It was the real core of the Wanlong family's trip, the ancestor of the Wanlong family, Long Ming.

Long Ming glanced at the light curtain indifferently, with no expression on his face. There was neither Long Yuan's rage nor Elder Long Yan's mockery, only a bottomless calm.

"Long Yuan, how many times have you dug me out of my ancestral grave?"

"Ancestor, I just want to die peacefully, why is it so difficult?"

"Uh..." Long Yuan, who had been so arrogant before, was now as obedient as a quail in front of him, stammering and unable to utter a word.

“Ancestor!!!” Elder Long Yan bowed slightly, speaking in a respectful tone.

"This time, I invited you out, Old Ancestor, because I actually wanted you to see the moment when our Wanlong Family is about to ascend to heaven."

"The Eight-Part Buddha you've been dreaming of has now been successfully refined, and there is also an opportunity for further advancement before us. How could we let it go?"

"We are asking you to come out now, old man, to protect us and prevent the existence of the Eight-Part Pagoda from being known to others and plundered."