That colossal creature hurtled in from the distance, its aura overwhelming and its might utterly terrifying.
The moment it appeared, dark clouds rolled across the sky, thunder rumbled in waves, and violent winds howled forth, blasting everything in their path. Even those weaker cultivators in the distance were swept into the air like leaves, wailing as they tumbled wildly.
Looking more closely, the crowd was stunned anew — it was a colossal dragon. A dragon so massive it defied description. It was enormous, truly enormous, easily ten thousand meters in length, like an entire mountain range racing across the heavens.
A ten-thousand-meter dragon, and one so vividly lifelike — those horns, those scales, those claws, those whiskers, and the earth-shaking roar that shook the world in every direction — this was no illusory dragon. It was far more like a true dragon.
"A true dragon! A true dragon descended to the mortal realm — the legendary divine beast!" Many people began screaming, their voices trembling.
"No, it's not just one — look, there's more, there's more..." Soon, others joined in, their voices just as shaken.
And when the crowd looked again, they were struck with astonishment. Flanking that colossal dragon, seven more enormous dragon heads began materializing in formation, their massive dragon bodies quickly taking shape as well.
Eight. Eight colossal dragons in total, now hurtling toward the Western Monarch Imperial Clan at tremendous speed.
"So they've come after all."
At that moment, the four Grand Elders of the Imperial Clans, who had long been prepared, each felt a wave of solemn gravity settle in their eyes. They knew full well that no matter who or what those eight dragons were, they had come for Chu Feng.
And they had guessed correctly. As the eight dragons drew near, the figures standing atop them gradually became visible — Chu Feng and his companions, their features crystal clear in the sight of everyone present.
Chu Feng in particular stood right upon the head of the leading dragon, unmistakable at a glance.
"Chu Feng — he's here! He's really here!" Upon seeing Chu Feng, the crowd was equal parts shocked and stirred, their blood boiling in their veins. They had never imagined that Chu Feng would have the audacity to truly come and wage war against the Western Monarch Imperial Clan for Baili Xuankong and the others.
But what surprised them even more was that Chu Feng had arrived with eight true dragons, riding atop those colossal beasts.
"Chu Feng, you... sigh..."
As for Baili Xuankong and the others from the Azure Wood Mountain, seeing Chu Feng stirred even more complicated emotions within them than anyone else.
They felt guilt — guilt that their own incompetence had led to their capture, forcing Chu Feng to walk into the trap. But they were also deeply moved, moved that Chu Feng would risk his life to rescue them. That kind of loyalty truly warmed them to their core.
"Patriarch, Sect Master, esteemed elders, brothers and sisters — hold on just a little longer. I'll be taking you all home very soon." Chu Feng swept a warm, smiling gaze over Baili Xuankong and the rest, then brought his palms together with a crisp clap and bowed respectfully to the Azure Wood Mountain captives. That bow carried profound meaning.
"Chu Feng..."
And with just those words, many of the bound Azure Wood Mountain cultivators felt a bitter ache in their hearts. Those who had once served as elders of the Asura Hall, those who had once been Chu Feng's junior brothers — they wept openly, tears streaming down their faces in two unbroken lines.
Chu Feng was a prodigy of their generation, a once-in-an-era talent. They were merely ordinary. Yet Chu Feng treated them as brothers — and to save them, he had not hesitated to risk his very life. That alone meant everything. Even if Chu Feng failed, even if they all perished here, it would have been worth it.