Chapter 611 - 278: The Greatest Scene of All Time, Three Factions Gather (Part 2)

The difficulty is no less than letting Tyson single-handedly fight Ultraman Leo.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the old Flood Dragon, bowing respectfully: "You could have attempted ascension already, why do you still remain here? Now, at the brink of your limit, your combat power and cultivation are in decline, and your path almost cut off."

Upon these words, the Demon Gods collectively gasped.

Astounded gazes were cast upon the old Flood Dragon.

If Lu Wenwu hadn’t mentioned it, they would have no idea it was so powerful and so deeply hidden.

To be able to summon a Thunder Tribulation, that’s terrifying!

Is it not true that the Celestial Fire Demon God, to take that half step forward, ended up imprisoned for thousands of years, losing even its body?

The old Flood Dragon chuckled, replying: "Your Majesty praises me too highly. I reached this stage already feeble and aged. Even if I could forcibly summon a Celestial Tribulation, the success rate would be less than thirty percent. If I were to fall, the Demon God Alliance would erupt into internal strife again; I can’t bear to leave these young ones unattended."

To the others, these words sounded like sheer fakery.

Less than thirty percent?

A success rate of over twenty percent is ridiculously high!

How many people have less than a ten percent success rate when advancing to Divinity Transformation!

As for the latter part of his statement, most agreed.

Currently, the Demon God Alliance is essentially led by the old Flood Dragon, who has held the position of Grand Elder for a long time.

Strong, long-lived, of great seniority, most members of the Demon God Alliance grew under its watchful eye, receiving its guidance and teachings, and feeling grateful for past favors.

If it were to fall due to old age, there wouldn’t currently be anyone able to command the followers.

Their cultivation levels and power are roughly equal, and many are of the same seniority.

If they don’t fight to decide the victor, what else can they do?

If the high ranks of the Demon Race engage in infighting, the already precarious situation of the Demon Race would worsen.

The old Flood Dragon is one of the few responsible Demon Gods in the Demon Race, enduring the burden continuously.

Stroking through its peak, power declined, it didn’t attempt to challenge the Celestial Tribulation.

"It’s a bit of a pity for you,"

Lu Wenwu sighed slightly, waved his dragon claw, and suddenly, the projection of the Transformed Dragon Sect appeared outside the main hall, causing countless Aquatic Race members to shout in awe.

Since inheriting the Dragon Emperor’s position, he hadn’t fully restarted the Transformed Dragon Sect.

One reason was the energy consumption, another was that there remained only his older brother in the Dragon Race, and he lacked the capacity to manage it, many functions needing manual operation.

So, although many of the Aquatic Race could sense the existence of the Transformed Dragon Sect,

without Lu Wenwu’s nod, they couldn’t undertake the Transform into a Dragon trial.

Witnessing the old Flood Dragon’s situation, he immediately felt regretful.

He thus revealed and fully restarted the Transformed Dragon Sect, wanting to lend a hand.

If it could transverse the Dragon Sect, refine dragon blood, and condense a dragon body, it could regain its peak, possessing the power to brave the Celestial Tribulation again.

"Give it a try," said Lu Wenwu.

The old Flood Dragon took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the excitement in its heart, and in the envious gaze of countless Aquatic Race members, bowed for the third time.

"Thank you for the generous gift, Your Majesty!"

Lu Wenwu waved his dragon claw: "Years of toil and accomplishments, it’s what you deserve."

The old Flood Dragon bowed again, adjusted its breath to peak condition, then walked out of the main hall with head held high, transformed into its true form, and soared towards the Transformed Dragon Sect.

At that moment, it felt its blood, long cooled by dull years, surged once more!

A stirring dragon’s roar resounded above the Demon Race Imperial Palace.

A gallant Flood Dragon defied the waves, fought against fate, charging towards the Transformed Dragon Sect amidst storm and lightning alive.

The other Aquatic Race members’ gazes towards Lu Wenwu rapidly transformed from eagerly attentive to fanatically heated, the passion seemingly ready to melt him.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the backside of the Transformed Dragon Sect, marked a few demon beasts.

The demon beasts marked felt instantly selected, as if ascent and breaking through were at hand, similar to summoning a Thunder Tribulation for Advancing.

Each one beamed with happiness.

Those not selected clearly realized something, visibly becoming despondent.

"Once Jiao Shengwu’s trial concludes, you’ll attempt sequentially according to your cultivation," Lu Wenwu spoke, "Those not chosen, it’s not that I lack affection, but you have yet to meet the standard. It’s the iron law set by the Dragon Ancestor, which I have no authority to alter."

"Besides, myriad paths to enlightenment exist, it’s unnecessary to pin all hopes on Transform into a Dragon, the Dragon Race’s path is not suited to all Demon Cultivators. If you’re willing, you may witness the ceremony from outside the hall."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The multitude of Demon Race responded enthusiastically, faces alight with joy, rushing out together, laughing.

Without the elder presence of the old Flood Dragon, coupled with the seemingly amicable Lu Wenwu, the Dragon Emperor, the ambiance livened considerably.

Only a sparse few members of the Demon God Alliance remained inside, exchanging silent glances with Lu Wenwu.

They dared not ask, and Lu Wenwu was in no haste to explain.

He would speak when all were gathered at once.

Those Divinity Transformation Great Demons arriving upon receiving the summons found themselves observing a slightly dissonant scene.

Outside the hall, exclamations and lively commotion abounded.

Inside, a few Demon Gods faced the Dragon Emperor in an awkward silence.

And then...

Afterward, strange etiquette performed in all sorts of awkward manners, they too became part of that peculiar atmosphere.

This scenario persisted until Jiao Shengwu successfully Transformed into a Dragon and returned to the hall amidst blessings from countless Demon Cultivators, breaking it at last.

The spirited old Flood Dragon first expressed gratitude to Lu Wenwu for his gift, and then began transmitting details of the earlier event to his colleagues.

During this waiting, Lu Wenwu, not yet fully adjusted to his dragon form, reverted to human form.

Mao Mao also separated from his body, restoring to its majestic several-meter size, laying behind Lu Wenwu as a cushion.

This act reignited the atmosphere in the hall.

Before the old Flood Dragon could speak, arriving aggressive faction members knelt spontaneously.

Jostling to declare loyalty to Lu Wenwu.

Damn, the Violent Dragon Demon Venerable is the contemporary Dragon Emperor!

Dragon Emperor!

And now this kind of opportunity arises?

Today, the Demon Race must rebuild the nation, instantly supporting Violent Dragon Demon Venerable as the founding Great Emperor of the new Demon Race Empire!

This fervent passion reached its zenith when Blood River Demon Venerable, along with several Demon Path cultivators, arrived and paid disciple’s homage.

The Demon Path has become an ally!?

Whoa, double happiness!

Now, the Immortal Dao Alliance is nothing, let’s strike them hard!

Even the conservative faction couldn’t sit still, secretly urging the old Flood Dragon to propose rebuilding the Demon Race Empire to Lu Wenwu.

Jiao Shengwu had no response but a wry smile.

Propose what?

Even among Divinity Transformation cultivators in the Demon Race, few have brains.

The present figure can command the Uncrowned King of the Demon Path as a subordinate, holds the title of Dragon Emperor, and can summon the Immortal Dao Alliance Leader at will...

Does he really covet our Demon Race Emperor’s throne?

We lack that capital!

Lu Wenwu remained silent, providing no reason for gathering everyone, only stating to wait for the Righteous Dao to come and discuss further.

In helplessness, the old Flood Dragon could only steer the topic to other matters, engaging with the Blood River Demon Venerable in some dialogue.

Overall, interaction between the Demon Cultivators and Blood River Demon Venerable’s group was fairly harmonious.

Perhaps it’s due to mutual slaughters matching the law of the jungle, where equality prevails.

Yet...

When Saint Venerable Heng Ru, along with Void Buddha Venerable, Infinite Sword Venerable, and others appeared at sunset’s eve... the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

What was warm and lively turned confrontational, ready to explode.

The Demon Race and Demon Path directed great hostility toward the Immortal Dao Alliance’s procession, continually brewing killing intent in the hall.

Like a banquet of blood and steel.

One flick of Lu Wenwu’s cup, and everyone would pounce, chopping them to pieces!

Indeed, compared to the Demon and Demon Path’s hatred, the Immortal Dao Alliance’s people exhibited the greatest emotional upheaval.

Infinite Sword Venerable was almost numb from fright, his face showing dread.

"You! You’re the contemporary Dragon Emperor!? Why didn’t you say so sooner!?"