Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 632: Chapter 632: Northern Border Ruins_1 Chapter 632: Chapter 632: Northern Border Ruins_1 Long Guhuang stood tall and still in the high sky, hands clasped behind his back, his clothes rustling in the sea breeze, making a whistling sound.

His towering and majestic figure was indeed eye-catching.

He bowed his head, casting his gaze downward at Tian Xiong, his eyes implicitly filled with a heavy warning.

Tian Xiong, even stronger than a giant black bear, started shaking uncontrollably under that intense gaze, overwhelmed by an irrepressible sense of alarm and fear.

Sweat beads, the size of soybeans, unknowingly started rolling down his forehead.

“Flame Dragon…

Flame Dragon boss, I, Tian Xiong, can swear to heaven that I have never harmed the people of Yan Country in my life,” he stammered, fearfully.

Like a rabbit under the hunter’s gun, Tian Xiong spoke in a panic.

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but cast strange glances his way.

Tian Xiong belonged to the werewolf clan, a special species like Charimon, each a genius within their own clan and both known as the youngest Wolf Kings, his current strength being equivalent to that of a Martial King.

Werewolves, as a unique species, were world-renowned for their formidable physical strength—just like vampires were inherently fast.

The werewolves had bodies as tough as steel, making their combat abilities particularly terrifying.

As such, werewolves were known for their temperaments, which were not only bad but explosively volatile.

However, this time, Tian Xiong didn’t exhibit the usual arrogance of his werewolf lineage and was instead trembling with fear.

But considering it was Long Guhuang he faced, no one dared to mock him; they rather felt empathy and even sympathy for him.

In the eyes of Long Aotian, Tian Xiong was probably no better than an ant.

“I know, or else you would already be a corpse.

When you return, tell your father, the Wolf Emperor, that I, Long, will pay him a special visit,” Long Guhuang said indifferently.

Tian Xiong was taken aback, a sense of foreboding forming in his mind.

Although his father was the Wolf Emperor, he was but one of four, who had once had an unpleasant encounter with Long Guhuang.

At the time, their powers were comparable, both at the Heavenly Venerable Realm, so no clear victor emerged.

But times had changed.

Long Guhuang had successfully ascended to the Dongxu Realm, greatly increasing his strength to the point where he could easily crush his father.

Even if the four Wolf Emperors joined forces, they might not be a match for him.

As if seeing through Tian Xiong’s thoughts, Long Guhuang, to prevent the other from overthinking, hinted, “You need not worry.

I’m a person who values civility and reason, and I avoid violence when unnecessary.

I just wish to propose some minor changes, some trivial demands if you will.

More specifically, I find some terms of the agreement from five years ago unsatisfactory, and I hope to make some amendments in a setting of mutual consultation.”

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiong felt somewhat relieved.

As long as it was not a direct extermination upon arrival, it was still acceptable.

However, everyone heard the coercion in Long Guhuang’s calm tone, appearing to discuss matters but in reality conveying an uncompromisingly strong stance.

About the agreement Long Guhuang had signed with the Wolf Emperor—

Initially, because the two powers were evenly matched and Yan Country was plagued by the constant troubles of the Black Blade Organization within their borders, the Flame Dragon Organization had to make concessions in the face of internal and external strife and accepted some unequal terms during the negotiations.

But with Long Guhuang’s newfound power, it was naturally time to revise the previous arrangements; after all, the power of speech always followed the fist, especially in the Cultivation World.

The stronger the fist, the greater the authority—the Cultivation World followed this principle even more stringently.

“I understand.

I will convey your message accurately,” Tian Xiong said, not daring to get involved in the negotiation.

He knew his place and thought it best just to fulfill his role as a messenger.

“Good,” Long Guhuang smiled faintly.

Feeling as if a boulder had been lifted from his heart, Tian Xiong gasped for breath, quickly calming his nerves and fears, then hurriedly piloted the yacht and fled as if flying away.

With someone leading the way, the other cultivators from various nations also began to leave, especially those with tense relations with Yan Country, who couldn’t wait to fly away as well.

Long Guhuang silently watched all of this, exhaling a somewhat heavy breath.

His purpose for coming here was essentially achieved, demonstrating a tremendous deterrent effect; he estimated that no one would dare to make light attempts against Yan Country again.

When at last only a few of Yan Country’s ships remained, the people left on the spot, besides Zhu Yangyuan, the Banished Immortal, were all Ancient Martial Artists of Yan Country.

“Congratulations to the Dragon Head on advancing to the Dongxu Realm!”

“Hahaha, once the Dragon Head makes a move, you know if there’s anyone to rival him.

The Dragon Head’s emergence from seclusion, like a clap of thunder scaring a tiger, is truly exhilarating for us.”

“With the Dragon Head now stationed domestically, I reckon those minor characters won’t dare to act recklessly anymore.”

“…”

A group of Ancient Martial Artists came aboard the cruise ship, offering their congratulations and flattery to Long Guhuang.

Long Guhuang had made significant progress in his seclusion, and naturally, he was in a great mood post-emergence, responding one by one with considerable magnanimity.

“Lü Luo, we can leave now.” The woman in a snow-white dress left the deck and entered the cabin, speaking in a soft voice.

“Senior sister, are we leaving just like this?

Don’t you want to watch a bit longer?” Lü Luo clearly wanted more.

“We’re not here for a leisurely trip down the mountain; we have things to do.”

“Alright then…” Lü Luo reluctantly nodded, almost looking back three times with every step as she followed into the cabin.

Soon, the ship carrying the two young ladies had left the area.

On that slender dragon ship, a young man in black stood at the stern, watching the departing ship, a hint of confusion crossing his face.

“They are from the Ice Snow Sect, Ye Xinyu is on board,” an old man with white hair suddenly said.

“Ye Xinyu?”

The young man in black’s expression changed, then with confusion, he said, “Master, they practice the Supreme Heartless Way, which has always steered clear of the mundane world.

Why would they appear here?”

Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he exclaimed, “Could it be, it’s also because of the Ancient Ruins?”

“Hehe… that’s right.”

The old man stroked his white beard and explained, “The Northern Border Ruins to be opened this time are ancient.

However, they only allow cultivators under the age of thirty-five to enter, otherwise, it wouldn’t be your turn, the younger generation.”

The young man in black immediately showed excitement in his eyes, followed by surging fighting spirit and anticipation.

On his back, he carried a Sword Box that contained seven Peerless Swords; their quality was such that describing them as sharp enough to slice through iron like mud didn’t do them justice.

Even if each sword were to be thrown into the Ancient Martial World, it would cause frantic battles, and to describe it as bloodshed and strife wouldn’t be an overstatement.

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Feeling the fighting spirit of their carrier, the seven swords within the Sword Box couldn’t help trembling, even emitting low hums individually.