After receiving his father's order to return to the Eastern Palace, Ling Jie immediately departed in the night and did not dare to delay, returning at midnight. Moving gently, trying not to make any noise in the corridor, seeing Ling Guang standing in the garden watching the moon, he wondered:
"Father, why are you still not sleeping?"
“Did you just come back? I'm thinking about Ling Tian's problem." – Hands clasped behind his back, his face illuminated by the moonlight revealing wrinkles due to his age, his tail moving lightly through the rustling grass.
"Father, what happened?" – Ling Jie still maintained his respectful posture and replied.
Ling Guang told him about his youngest son’s strange behavior and the advice of the first elder. Ling Jie heard it and did not know what to answer, and the two fell into contemplation for a long time.
Clouds obscured the moon, the light in the palace was reduced by more than half to save, and darkness covered the garden; Ling Jie sighed; silence could not solve anything; he said:
"Father, we have not yet determined what the inner strength of Xiao Tian is; let him use his full potential in tomorrow morning's competition; we will have the answer!"
“If the power inside the boy is 'darkness,' then we should seal it? Ling Jie, this is a world where power is crowned, and it's the criterion that decides everything." – His voice was low but still carrying a bit of displeasure and sadness.
"Father, I still don't understand. Why do people say it's a "dark" power?
"It was a long time ago; it happened before I became king; it’s been a long time; I don't want to repeat it, but I'm afraid of that power; I don't want Xiao Tian to carry the curse power in her. So. It's not early anymore; you’re tired from the road; go back and rest."
“So, I wish you a good night.” – Ling Jie respectfully greeted and turned to leave. But coming out from the room was a small figure compared to ordinary dragon people, messy hair, messy clothes, dragging blankets on the floor, eyes still sleepy, asked: "Father, where are you? ?”
Seeing his brother, Ling Jie walked over to hug him and lifted him; Ling Tian's face was not awake, yawning, dreaming, and shouting: "Anhhhhhhh, you're back! Enjoy, like! You have to remember to watch me compete tomorrow, hahaha~.”
“Okay, now you should go back to your bedroom again! You'll still be awake tomorrow to fight people again."
"No, no, I'll be back soon, come to my room; I’ll show you this." – Ling Tian shook his head, jumped to the ground, and pulled his hand away.
“Ling Tian! Children should go to bed early; hurry back to the bedroom." – Ling Guang walked lightly to the two of them, his face serious.
“Father, I am an adult, an adult. It's okay; I'll show you this, and
I'll sleep immediately. Go to sleep first, yaaaa~.”
"Grownup? But don't dare to sleep alone? Adults have to sleep alone.” – Ling Guang grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the room, even though he struggled, kicking and kicking wildly in the air.
"Incorrect! If adults have to sleep alone, why does the big brother always sleep with his sister-in-law when he comes home? Besides, sleeping alone… will be pulled by a ghost under the bed!”
“So, do you know what ghosts look like? Listening to the nonsense stories of the human race, we believe in the old stories in the historical stories we tell. Next time you ask Si Mei to tell me other stories, I'll let you sleep alone!" - Shaking his hand to order Ling Jie to return to his room, he still held his second son's collar and entered the room, closing the door by force.
“Father!!!! It's a ghost, black smoke with an eyeless face!!! You must believe me!” - From the room came his voiceless scream, accompanied by his father's angry words: "Nonsense! Go to sleep!"
***
"Ling Tian, wake up; it’s late! Wake up, wake up!” – Si Mei patted Ling Tian's cheek, but it didn't work; they turned around, wrapped the blanket, and continued to sleep. Helpless, she pulled the blanket away from him; the cold early morning wind rushed in instinctively, and the body of the second prince of the Eastern Palace shrank; his butt was raised, his face pressed against the pillow.
"Sister, let me sleep a little longer."
"Wasn't I strong-mouthed yesterday? Saying people are chickens but now sleeping soundly, refusing to prove to anyone that you are strong. At this rate, I also admit that you only know how to talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tian immediately got up, washed his face and changed clothes at a fast pace, left a sentence, and ran:
"Sister must take back that word!"
***
At this moment, at the bustling main gate to welcome the remaining two kings of the dragon world, the ceremony took place solemnly; Ling Guang and Ming Shan personally welcomed these two close friends.
Coming first this morning was the Western King – Liu Lin, accompanying him on his visit to the Eastern Palace as the crown prince of the Western Kingdom; he just got off the fierce steed that he tamed, laughed, and talked generously, hugged the two politely.
He was coming after Liu Lin was Kang Yu, a king famous for his domineering personality in the South. As soon as he entered the gate, all eyes in the Eastern Palace were focused on him, not because of this king's slightly fat appearance, but because behind him were four human names with an iron necklace on his neck. For dogs with a leash extending to Kang Yu's hand, his hands are tied behind their back. Not only was he famous for his sadistic personality, but he was also known as a dragon man who preferred to possess slaves of humans or weaker races.
The happy atmosphere suddenly faltered; Ling Guang frowned, he did not expect this older man to show such power, but in his own East Palace, if Ling Tian saw this scene, it would hurt. First, to explain that, see.
Kang Yu stepped down from the unicorn horse and received the welcome of three friends; he smiled and talked happily, not forgetting to complain of fatigue because of the trip or old age. As the host of the meeting, Ling Guang posed an invitation to enter, and the whole palace returned to the previous atmosphere of forbearance.
After having breakfast with Ling Jie and Si Mei, he joked around in the hallway, waited for the competition, sometimes made some warm-up movements, and then jumped to the roof to lie down. The four enslaved people who followed Kang Yu were considered by him to be domestic dogs but arbitrarily tied to the stump of a huge giant tree in the yard. These four enslaved people were only given a thin outfit; their necks were engraved with the dragon symbol. Because of the cold, they let out small groans, their hands tied behind their backs, so they could only sit close to each other to avoid the wind.
From the roof, comfortably lying on his back, showing off his belly, tail swinging back and forth in amusement, hearing a strange sound, he immediately got up to check, followed the sound to search, and recognize where the noise was coming from. It was below, peering down, muttering:
“These guys are like me, but without horns and tails; what race are they from? Come down and check it out.”
Landing successfully, Ling Tian approached the enslaved people huddled to avoid the cold; one hand stroked his chin, and his eyes observed this strange species. As for the enslaved people, they discovered a tiny dragon human in front of them; on that small body was a costume that seemed expensive, and there was a royal symbol on the shirt, realizing that the other party was not an ordinary dragon person. This must be an authority figure; the four humans reflexively knelt to salute.
Surprised by the actions of these mortals, Ling Tian was startled, hurriedly helped all four to stand up, and dusted the thin cloth on them with his hand, wonderingly:
"Who are you?"
One of them did not dare to ignore it and politely replied: "Lord Dragon, they are subordinates of the human race."
“Human race,… sister said it was below the outer celestial clouds… were you on the ground? You look similar to dragons but don't have tails and horns; it’s funny. Why are you here?”
“They are subordinates…are slaves of your majesty.”
“What is an enslaved person? Your father raised you? Why have I never seen you before?" – Thinking that Ling Guang no longer loved him, he angrily shouted.
“Little dragon, are you ready for the duel? This old lady will help you bandage the wound." - From behind came Ming Rui's sour voice, Ling Tian turned around to see her and the Crown Prince of the North slowly walking here; he didn't fit if he poked, of course, he had to reply:
"You and your big brother are the ones who get to test the skills of our Eastern palace doctor; I have never lost to anyone. If you're a dragon, don't give up your tail and add a beak to become a chicken!"
Hearing Ling Tian's insult, the enslaved people knelt behind him and giggled; as expected, this little dragon could not be looked down upon. Blushing in shame, Ming Rui rushed to the enslaved people; her nails were hideously long, one right to cut people, not letting her strike successfully; Ling Tian grabbed her hand with one hand to stop her, long fangs out, the voice is louder:
"They are not guilty; if you want to be fair, let's put these guys in the competition."
Ming Jun observes from afar; he knows his sister's ability; with her current strength, it is difficult for anyone of her age to be an opponent, but now he is witnessing a dragon who has not yet reached adulthood. Thanh can easily block one of her attacks; he thinks of his challenge; perhaps the opponent is a formidable opponent, is the Ling family hiding a master?
“Let go of me; they are slaves; why are you defending them?” - Pulling his hand out of Ling Tian's hand, massaging the wrist he held tightly, he couldn't help but be surprised that he could neutralize one of her rights like eating a cake, stepping back, unwilling to give up, Ms. turned away, leaving behind the angry statement:
"Let's hurry to the arena; you'll regret your words!"
Ling Tian didn't answer her a word, looked at the four frightened human beings hiding behind him, broke the big iron chain around his neck and tied his hands behind his back, and asked:
“Do you want to see the old man show his power?”
The four humans did not dare to agree, afraid of punishment for going around from Kang Yu, shaking their heads in refusal.
“Follow me; I’ll make sure you're all right. I will tell the king." - Ling Tian arbitrarily grabbed one of the men's hands and pulled them away; the other three looked at each other helplessly, swallowed, and followed him.
***
Luxurious reception room at the East Palace.
“Rarely is a battle of strength between dragons; I want to see. Ha ha.” – Liu Lin stroked his beard and stood up impatiently.
“Ling Guang, do you agree that the second prince who has not yet reached adulthood will compete with two powerful dragons? Are you sure?” – Kang Yu has been silent for a while, only now speaking.
"Kang Yu, you can rest assured; I told my two children to just exchange martial arts; how could I allow them to show their power? Rest assured, rest assured! It's time; let’s see." Ming Shan took a sip of hot tea, stood up and explained, then walked out.
Ling Guang did not say anything; he was worried about Ling Tian, his son's personality was well known, and he liked to tease others, but this time he touched the hot-tempered princess Ming Rui.
The four powerful kings moved to their seats in the hall one by one; opposite them was a large playing field surrounded by strict guards; standing behind the four were the generations of the dragon world.
Ming Jun walked out into the middle of the field, waiting for his opponent, wearing two swords behind his back, inlaid with sparkling gems on his body, folded his arms, and hurriedly urged. Ling Tian and the four enslaved people arrived at this time, everyone recognized who the other four mortals were, and all had the same question of why they went with Ling Tian. Still, the question was left later; he carried it on his shoulder. a smooth iron rod, running to opposite Ming Jun, sticking out his tongue to irritate him.
"The game begins!"
Ming Jun pulled out his twin swords from their scabbards while Ling Tian turned his staff around, posing in a provocative position, and then charged at the opponent and hit him. All of his attacks were blocked entirely by Ming Jun, but the sword emitted white light to counter the attack, slashing half-moon energy totowardim.
Turning the cane into a circle to block, he was pushed back, quickly thrusting the stick into the ground to fix himself to form a long line on the floor. Not giving him time to calm down, Ming Jun immediately ran over and shouted:
"Ambush cold air" - The two swords sucked all the wind around to form sharp ice darts, attacking Ling Tian.
Ming Shan, from the stands, creating a light blue dragon-shaped energy with one hand to neutralize Ming Jun's ice darts, angrily shouted:
“Why use a super move? This battle is only martial arts! Can't you hear that?"
As soon as he finished his sentence, Ling Tian took the opportunity, punched Ming Jun in the stomach, struck a surprise, stunned him, fell, and returned to defense:
"It's okay; I can hit. Use your magic!"
His right hand grew thick black scales, more and more, covering his fingers into sharp claws, the tips of his fingers emitting clattering lightning; his left hand held an iron staff. Ming Jun, with a higher combat experience than hi, restored his fighting style; his two hands summoned two swords that radiated cold air around him, Ling Tian's limbs were numbed by the cold, and his left hand let go of the iron downtown, Ming Jun was furious because of the sneak attack just now, he roared to summon a blizzard, soon the whole field was white, everyone's hands and feet were cold, Ling Tian folded his arms and shivered, It was too hard this time, he couldn't stand it anymore, but he couldn't admit defeat.
He looked down at his hands because of the cold but w; the elf did not have any great moves, only a few basessentialrtial arts learned from Si Mei and Ling Jie, and the opponent launched two consecutive activities. Unwilling to give up, the tips of the left fingers now also appear scales stacked into nails, and the tongue is provocative:
“You have great ski; I, I don't. If you win against me, then you won't have any glory, but if you lose to me, then you must declare to everyone that you have lost to a dragon with no special powers."
Ming Jun did not respond, getting angrier, his two hands crossed with two swords to cut into crescent moon-shaped murderous lines, simultaneously king the blizzard stronger.
From the dusty, white wind, he couldn't see his body. Ling Tian successfully blocked Ming Jun's aura attack with both hands, but he was also injured; blood from his sharp claws flowed down, standing out in the middle of the class. Snow, panting. Ling Tian roared, roaring powerfully, more than the opponent, surrounded by blue lightning wrapped around his body, approaching the person in front of him with tremendous speed. Before he could prepare, he came him; Minh Quan could not dodge, so the two rushed into a duel; Ling Tian's speed became more and more terrible, attacking him so that he did not have time to gather strength for him.
Realizing that the opponent could not keep up with his speed, Ling Tian used all his strength in his right hand, delivered a fatal blow to Ming Rui's stomach, hit the impact, and flew away; his eyes dreamily saw a black shadow standing behind him. More blood vomited; a punch earlier accidentally hit his weak point, and he was fainting painfully.
Victory belongs to Ling Tian…