Chapter Thirty-Three: The Tower of the Dragon's Transformation
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Two months passed quickly and the time for the Dragon Transformation Competition to officially begin had finally arrived.
Yang Yi had been staying in the yard ever since he parted with Liu Yun and his sister last time, and never went out again.
The information provided by Liu Yun, even Yang Yi had a hidden worry in his heart. As Liu Yun said, in such a killing environment, anything can happen and any means can be used. Many times the dead cultivators were not those with low strength, but rather those who thought they were strong.
So in these two months, Yang Yi once again reviewed all the methods he had learned and continued to take Yuanqi Dan and Bishui Dan to cultivate.
Now his body's blood power has increased a lot, but it is still far from condensing the sixth drop of essence. In fact, even among those cave masters' sons, few have condensed out the sixth drop of essence.
"The binding technique is a pity that only has the first four layers, and the power it can exert is limited. If you encounter a master who condenses five or even six drops, then the effect of this binding technique will be greatly reduced..."
Yang Yi had been practicing the Binding Technique for quite some time, and he knew that if his opponent was too powerful, the technique's effect would be smaller, or it might not even work at all. This was partly due to Yang Yi's own weak strength, but also because the cultivation method was incomplete. Yang Yi had only obtained the first four layers of the Binding Technique from Bai Yuanchen, and the remaining five layers were still in the hands of Bai Lie Feng, the master of Qingyang Prefecture.
"It seems like I need to find an opportunity to obtain the fifth layer of the Binding Technique!"
Yang Yi secretly pondered in her heart that if she could obtain the complete Binding Technique, once it was unleashed, its power would increase to an unknown extent.
The moon fell on his back, and he had everything ready. Yang Yi let out a gentle breath, with flashes of divine aura in his eyes, and instantly walked out of the house door, heading towards the central Hualong Tower of Hualong City.
The Huálóng Tower is located in the center of the entire Huálóng City, covering tens of miles, extremely wide and vast, and even just around a single tall tower can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
The Huálóng Tower is even more astonishing, its height makes people feel amazed. The Huálóng Tower is the highest building in Huálóng City, just like a pillar holding up the sky, straight into the clouds, and it can't be seen at a glance.
Such a high-level dragon tower is also built by the Dragon Palace, and only the Dragon Palace has such means. Every hundred years, the Dragon Competition will be registered in this dragon tower, and only those who have the Dragon Order are eligible to enter this dragon tower. If you don't have the Dragon Order, you can't enter the dragon tower.
When Yang Yi arrived at the surroundings of the Huálóng Tower, he had already seen a sea of people, with countless cultivators crowded together. Among these cultivators were also many powerful ones, even those with Congealed Blood Fivefold or Sixfold guards protecting them, with high status. However, upon arriving at the Huálóng Tower, hundreds of thousands of people continued to surge forward, and even these Congealed Blood Fivefold or Sixfold experts were helpless.
Yang Yi was not in a hurry, quietly waiting, his eyes slightly scanning the surroundings. Most of these people had cultivation bases that were at least four times condensed blood, and among them, there were several strong auras that made Yang Yi's heart tremble.
Among them was a man in a green robe, who stood alone like a crane among chickens. He stood solitary in a corner, and not even a monk dared to approach him within a radius of one zhang.
The reason is none other than that this person's entire body is flashing with cold-blooded murderous intent, yes, naked and bare murderous intent, as if he were a ferocious beast of slaughter, the terrifying murderous intent makes anyone dare not approach him.
"What a powerful and terrifying killing intent, who is this person? With such a terrifying killing intent, the number of people killed must be in the tens of thousands. The aura of dominance in his breath makes me feel terrified, he must be a master with at least six drops of essence blood!"
Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, staring fixedly at this man who was constantly emitting a strong murderous aura.
The man seemed to be on high alert and suddenly turned his head around, his eyes directly meeting Yang Yi's.
Boom
Yang Yi felt an even stronger murderous intent in his opponent's gaze.
Yang Yi didn't know how many people he had killed, and naturally wouldn't be intimidated by the other party's killing intent. He was just quietly on guard in his heart. Those who could participate in the Huálóng Grand Prix were all geniuses. Among the geniuses, there were even more exceptional geniuses, and some couldn't even be considered geniuses, but only freaks. Therefore, among the strong, there are always stronger ones, and one mountain is higher than another.
Apart from this striking man, Yang Yi didn't know how many cultivators in the crowd had auras similar to his own. This showed that there were countless cultivators who could condense five drops of essence blood, and he was not outstanding among them.
Of course, the strength of a person is not just determined by their cultivation level, as martial skills and techniques can also decide the outcome.
As time slowly passed, more and more monks rushed to the scene, and the entire area around Huálóng Tower was already packed to the point of bursting.
At this moment, suddenly, everyone saw that in the sky, the Xian Long Palace floating high above the void, a burst of the most terrifying power erupted. This power directly descended upon all the cultivators, just like a giant peak, whether it was the Fifth or Seventh Layer of Blood Condensation, they were all pressed to the point of being unable to move, their faces shocked as they gazed up at the void.
Yang Yi was no exception, he only felt a suffocating sensation all over his body, as if the blood in his entire body had solidified, and his whole body couldn't move at all, just like facing this power, he could only be an ant.
Boom
In a short while, a stream of light flew to the top of Huálóng Tower and quickly changed into a man with a stern face and a faint cyan mark on his forehead.
This man, with an aura of immense power, suppressed tens of millions of cultivators, rendering them immobile. The strength he possessed was simply unimaginable. Judging from the mark on his brow, he was a genuine Transformation Master, and one who could suppress so many cultivators at once was a formidable existence even among other Transformation Masters.
The man's pressure did not ease at all, he stood high above, looking down on the crowd, his clear voice ringing in everyone's ears: "I am the host of this Dragon Transformation Grand Prix, Lei Tianming. All those who possess the Dragon Transformation Order and want to participate in the Dragon Transformation Grand Prix, enter the Dragon Transformation Tower in order. If anyone makes trouble, they will be killed on the spot!"
A cold tone, great power, and a domineering way of handling things - this is the shape-shifting master from Huā Lóng Gōng.
Lei Tianming glanced at the countless cultivators below, nodded slightly, and immediately retracted the pressure around him. The tens of millions of cultivators below suddenly felt a weight lift off their shoulders as the oppressive force vanished, leaving only shock on their faces. However, there was not even a hint of congestion in the crowd. People from Huálóng Palace were known for being decisive and ruthless; anyone who dared to cause congestion would be killed on the spot, and no one dared to challenge the patience of a Huálóng Palace master.
