I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 415 - 9 Sorry! I have done my best!

The news of the battle at the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Although the Dragon Race desperately tried to seal the news, it still leaked out.

For a time, the West Sea was in an uproar, and the various tribes and powerful beings that depended on the Dragon Race of the West Sea had diverse thoughts.

After all, as the West Sea Overlord Dragon Race, they temporarily lost their supreme combat power.

However, these existences did not take the lead in making any unfavorable moves.

They still seriously carried out the measures of the Dragon Race and carefully completed them.

Until ten years passed by, the West Sea Dragon Monarch still had not appeared in the world.

For the first time, a sense of awe and reverence among the living beings began to waver.

Thirteen years after the West Sea Dragon Monarch’s disappearance, an unknown Demon Immortal struck the Dragon Race’s medicinal fields, killed many guardians, and plundered all the medicinal materials.

The Dragon Race was furious and, through the calculations of a soothsayer, located the exact position.

Afterward, they sent out the red shrimp, the brown crab, and the overlord prawn to pursue and kill, and on an island, they executed the unknown Demon Immortal.

This time, the Dragon Palace made a move and killed the enemy.

Although they achieved their goal, the provocations from other various powers became even more frequent.

After all, the Dragon Palace took three years to do so, lacking their former thunderous methods.

For a time, the forces of the West Sea Dragon Palace stationed in various places all encountered attacks.

The chaos began!

The Dragon Palace made an all-out effort, dispatching a large number of powerful beings to quell the unrest, but the rebellions were too numerous and left the powerful beings exhausted from the endless battles.

Some even fell victim to assassination en route.

Time continued to tick away, and the West Sea Dragon Monarch still did not appear, while the rebellions grew more and more intense.

Some even had the momentum to overturn the entire Dragon Palace.

The West Sea Dragon Palace, too, slowly changed tactics, retracting its forces, licking its wounds, and watching the ceaseless smoke of war over the West Sea.

...

Thirty years!

Sixty years!

One hundred and fifty-seven years!

Once, the battlefield of Liang Hui and the West Sea Dragon Monarch.

Bang!

Billions of miles of void shattered.

The West Sea Dragon Monarch stumbled and fell into Chaos, and the Dragon Palace behind him was instantly blown billions of miles away, crashing into the ocean.

A dozen Immortals, Dragon Sons, and Dragon Descendants stood in their original spots, with varying expressions, but most contained joy.

"My father has won, hasn’t he? That evil dragon has not appeared."

"After a century of conquest, the Dragon Monarch returns, and the enemy will surely surrender."

"Good, excellent! Those rebels in the West Sea will certainly be wiped out."

The dozen or so powerful beings spoke one after another.

Even a Dragon Son was already striding forward, wanting to go and meet the Dragon Monarch.

Suddenly, all the Dragon Sons, True Immortals, and powerful beings halted their steps.

The West Sea Dragon Monarch turned around!

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His perfect body was like a piece of porcelain glued back together after being shattered, covered in web-like cracks.

Streams of crimson blood seeped out, staining him like a blood man.

The Dragon Monarch’s eyes were lifeless and despondent, his mouth opened, and he let out a weak murmur:

"I’m sorry... I have... done my best..."

Bang!

A blood-stained palm, under the perplexed gaze of the Immortals, pressed against the Dragon Monarch’s head.

Boom!

Blood splashed, bones shattered, and both soul and Taoism Enlightenment were heading towards extinction.

"Your path, I have fully grasped. Rest in peace," said Liang Hui as he emerged from the river of time, his blue robe stained with blood, his black hair billowing, and his appearance peerless.

Between his hair strands, the Myriad Dragons Bell wound around, dancing in the wind and making delightful bell sounds.

The young man withdrew his hand and glanced at the bewildered crowd of Immortals, then took a step forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

As if a war drum was pounding, shaking the heavens.

His hand casually pointed out, and one after another, the descendants of the Dragon Monarch died, fell.

Whether in a daze or desperately resisting, none could change the final outcome.

The overlord prawn, Bi An, Fu Xi, and Chi Wen, plus four Pure Blood Dragon Sons and Dragon Maidens, all lay dead on the ground.

The powerful ones looked on in horror. These were Demon Immortals, True Immortals, not weeds or beasts, yet were so easily harvested.

Compared to over a hundred years ago, he was stronger.

Liang Hui clenched his hand, collecting the dragon corpses from Chaos, and looked towards the trembling Guest Elders and a few old dragons, chuckling softly:

"From now on, I am the West Sea Dragon Monarch."

"What say you all?"

A few old dragons, along with some powerful dragons unrelated by blood to the previous monarch, exchanged glances.

Sensing once more the youth’s exceedingly pure dragon bloodline, they quickly reached a consensus.

Moreover, they really had no other option.

"Agreed!"

"The former monarch was without virtue, it is only fitting for Your Majesty to ascend."

"We have no objections whatsoever."

With the agreement of the dragon race, naturally, the Guest Elders wouldn’t create trouble for themselves.

They unanimously recognized the change of Dragon Monarchs.

This bloody conflict was rapidly classified as an internal strife within the dragon race, not an invasion by foreign races.

Liang Hui, with the support of a crowd of immortals, headed towards the Dragon Palace.

Creak!

As the great doors swung open, a luxurious, solemn palace came into the youth’s view.

Pillars adorned with dragon carvings, endless halls, essence so thick it turned to liquid, external manifestations of Great Path Principles.

All of this amazed him, surpassing Divine Court in splendor and grandeur.

Tap! Tap!

The sound of footfalls on glass tiles echoed crisply within the palace.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure blocked Liang Hui’s path.

A Shark Tribe maiden draped in white gauze, her golden hair cascading down her back, looked sorrowfully at the approaching youth.

"Elders, how can you welcome... when a rebel has slain the Dragon Monarch?"

"Shark Maiden, step aside. What rebel? This is His Majesty the Dragon Monarch."

An elder stepped forward and rebuked her sharply.

"Considering your past merits, now roll back to your Shark Tribe."

"Under His Majesty’s grace, you now show such greed for life and fear for..."

Bang!

The beautiful face instantly shattered into pieces.

Blood scattered, limbs flew.

Liang Hui casually flicked the blood from his fingertips, his gaze indifferent as he watched the elder by his side.

"Too much prattle!"

Snap!

Stepping through the blood, he continued forward.

Suddenly, the youth paused in his steps as a voice reached the ears of all the powerful beings present.

"The Shark Tribe, clean them out when you’ve got the time."

The powerful beings around him were struck with fear, staring blankly at the departing figure.

The new Dragon Monarch was too domineering.

Liang Hui, following the knowledge gained from ’Enter Dream’, hurried towards the depths of the Dragon Palace.

Soon, he arrived at an ancient-looking palace, surrounded by runes intertwined with Immortal Qi.

This was the place where treasures were kept in the Dragon Palace, where the majority of the acquisitions from hundreds of billions of years were stored.

Without hesitation, he formed the Seal Gesture with his hand, and a path opened up before him.

He stepped forward, entering the palace.

Boom!

As soon as he entered, an endless tide of treasure light washed over him.

What came into view were treasures that could fill an entire Great Realm, each one exceedingly rare.

Seventy percent of them even had uses for immortals.

And in the center of the world, there were nine orbs shining like the sun.

Amidst the orbs undulated items regarded as supreme treasures in the Great Wilderness.

"Heh! Heh!"

"Haha! Haha!"

Liang Hui laughed softly, his voice gradually turning unrestrained, filling heaven and earth.

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From now on, his path was bound to be much smoother.

The laughter slowly subsided, and Liang Hui began to lightly touch the treasures in the world.

All the treasures useful to him were found and then categorized.