Chapter 1220: Daring To Defy The Odds

"What the hell?!"

"Am I seeing things? The three elders are actually this powerful? They even defeated the Dragon Generals?"

"The three elders are mighty!"

"From now on, who dares to say that our human race has no great talents?"

Excited cheers erupted on Black Island, and the leaders were filled with enthusiasm, clasping their fists in admiration!

The three old men descended from the sky and were immediately surrounded by congratulatory voices. However, they showed no sign of arrogance, remaining humble and walking straight toward Yi Feng.

Led by Crab Emperor, the three of them clasped their fists in unison.

"We gave it our all, and we finally lived up to your expectations, sir!"

Yi Feng nodded and offered a few polite words of praise.

"You're too modest. I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

As these words spread, not only did the three elders beam with pride, but even the people around them, like Sa Donglai, couldn't hide their envy. It seemed that Yi Feng's approval was worth more than any amount of cheering.

Crab Emperor waved his hands humbly, though the smile on his face betrayed his inner excitement.

"Not at all, sir, you flatter us too much!"

"If it weren't for the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan underestimating us, Brother Xun wouldn't have been able to strike so decisively and break their fighting spirit. This victory was purely luck, just luck..."

Seeing the three elders basking in their glory, Sa Donglai and the others grew even more envious.

Originally, after waking up from their drunken stupor and hearing about the battle, they had been terrified, feeling ashamed of their inability to help Yi Feng. But out of nowhere, these three old men appeared, far more powerful than anyone expected, instantly taking over the role of Yi Feng's entourage.

What's even more outrageous is that these three old-timers are incredibly cunning.

Even the fearsome Four Dragon Generals of the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan became stepping stones for them to curry favor with Yi Feng!

If this continues...

Will there even be room for anyone else by Yi Feng's side?

These three old foxes are just too damn impressive!

Even the sly Xu Baichuan couldn't help but feel inferior, and Luo Pengfei could only mutter a few sour words.

"The three elders are indeed impressive, but this battle was won through a sneak attack. It's not exactly honorable, and it won't look good if word gets out..."

As soon as these sour words were spoken, they were met with immediate opposition!

"Brother, you're mistaken. This was a righteous battle. How can you call it a sneak attack?"

"Exactly! This was a life-and-death situation. There's no such thing as honor or dishonor here. This is called 'all is fair in war!'"

"The three elders are both wise and brave, truly role models for us cultivators!"

Seeing that the three elders had already earned the respect of the entire island, no one dared to voice any further criticism. The momentary disputes were drowned out by the joy of victory.

Amidst the excitement, Yi Feng remained calm, his face showing little joy.

What was supposed to be a grand battle ended in a flash, with the enemy fleeing in disarray. It all felt too rushed!

The three old men had stolen the spotlight, but who was left for Yi Feng to fight?

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Yi Feng stared intently at the three elders and asked, "No matter how you won, a victory is a victory. But those fishmen fled so quickly. Something feels off. Why didn't the Dragon Emperor show up?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone around him snapped out of their celebratory mood, their eyes filled with shock.

While they were still basking in the joy of victory, Yi Feng was already thinking about the next great enemy.

This was the difference in vision and perspective.

Facing a powerful enemy without flinching, remaining humble even in victory. Yi Feng was truly in a league of his own, leaving everyone in awe.

If even the onlookers felt this way, the three leaders were even more shaken.

Yi Feng had indeed grown suspicious...

Fortunately, Crab Emperor was prepared.

He immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists, and spoke with practiced ease.

"Sir, you are wise."

"We three only won by luck, and we didn't expect them to retreat so quickly."

"However, the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan left a stern warning, claiming that Dragon Emperor Ao Budong would personally come. It won't be long before they return, and they won't underestimate us again!"

"We gave it our all, but we could only temporarily suppress the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan through trickery. For the next battle, we can only rely on you, sir!"

His solemn words silenced the crowd, and the atmosphere grew tense.

Yi Feng nodded in understanding, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for battle.

"The Dragon Emperor will come in person..."

"Good. For the next battle, I'll take care of it myself!"

Hearing this, everyone around him clasped their fists in respect.

The brief victory on Black Island hadn't completely dispelled the oppressive atmosphere. The terrifying reputation of the Dragon Emperor once again filled the leaders of Black Island with unease.

The final battle was about to begin!

...

Far away, tens of thousands of miles away.

The sea surged with hundred-foot waves!

The waves seemed to be controlled by an invisible, terrifying force, swirling like a tornado. In the eye of the storm, a golden light shone brightly, and a luxurious chariot pulled by seahorses appeared in the sky!

The chariot was adorned with all kinds of rare treasures, dazzlingly luxurious. Under the blazing sun, it radiated a blinding, glorious light!

The massive throne on the chariot was even more extravagant.

Golden immortal jade and glass carved into dragon shapes intertwined around it, lifelike and exuding an awe-inspiring, noble aura!

Such a luxurious throne could only belong to one person—Dragon Emperor Ao Budong.

As the emperor of the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan, he was the only one worthy of sitting on the Nine Dragon Golden Throne. Now, riding his chariot into battle, he exuded a terrifying aura.

His face, naturally commanding, was filled with the arrogance of a ruler. His bloodshot eyes burned with hatred, a fire that even the blood and tears of millions of cultivators from the Seventy-Two Islands couldn't extinguish!

Staring at the distant horizon toward Black Island, Ao Budong's hatred grew stronger.

Just as he gripped the golden reins, ready to charge forward, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly!

The calm sea was filled with a dark, swarming mass of figures, blotting out the sky like locusts. They surged forward like a flood, driven by some invisible force.

Where did all these figures come from?

Ao Budong was momentarily stunned.

Upon closer inspection, he realized they were his own people.

A hint of surprise and relief flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect the conquest of the Seventy-Two Islands to go so smoothly. Truly worthy of the Sky Dragon Mermaid Clan..."

But before he could finish his thought, his eyes widened in shock.

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

In his line of sight, the figures rushing toward him from the sea and sky looked as if they had seen a ghost. They were fleeing in panic, some even discarding their armor and weapons!

This was no triumphant army—it was a chaotic, fleeing mob!

Ao Budong frowned in confusion, his face filled with disbelief.

After a few more moments of observation, his eyes trembled violently.

Only three of the Dragon Generals remained, and they were rushing toward him in terror, their mouths stained with blood, as if they had suffered serious injuries?

Even more unbelievable was that the once-mighty Dragon Generals were now fleeing for their lives, their eyes filled with fear!

Could it be...

That the Four Dragon Generals, leading hundreds of thousands of soldiers, had been defeated by the humans of the East Sea?

A bad premonition rose in Ao Budong's heart, and he could no longer remain seated.

He stood up abruptly and roared, "What the hell happened?!"

The fleeing figures froze in mid-air, and the three Dragon Generals hurriedly flew forward, kneeling in panic.

"Y-Your Majesty!"

"Something terrible has happened! We were defeated by the East Sea cultivators! Ao Bei was sent flying into the sky, and his fate is still unknown!"

Ao Budong's face twisted in rage, and he slammed his hand on the armrest of his chariot.

"Slap!"

"This is a disgrace, an absolute disgrace!"

"How could mere humans defeat the four of you?! Who dares to defy the odds and aid those lowly creatures? I will personally go and deal with them!"

His furious roar echoed across the sea, but the three Dragon Generals were trembling with fear.

Kneeling in mid-air before the chariot, their voices quivered as they spoke.

"Y-Your Majesty!"

"It's... it's the Sturgeon Dragon Heavenly Emperor who's aiding those humans!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the anger on Ao Budong's face froze, and his eyes bulged like copper bells!