Royal Dragon and Phoenix transmigrate to Earth - Chapter 912: Ruler of East II

Of course, his thoughts weren’t known to his good Ancestor, who was still drunk on his great dreams of the Gods’ support of his Senbu Clan.

Although even if he were aware of such thoughts and ideas it would still be difficult to understand or predict his way of thought and standing.

After all, he had complete confidence in his formation, he was fully convinced that Tianlong Yun didn’t have an escape no matter what.

This was something that his Senbu Clan had paid a great price in blood and currency to create and maintain.

It was a formation that carried the soul, blood, and sweat of every member of his Senbu Clan, and that was in the literal meaning of the words.

Every member of his Senbu Clan before or after his death would be brought in this formation, to be absorbed as ‘fuel’ for the formation.

Whether it was their body, blood, or soul they were fully absorbed and refined from the formation. This was the strongest card of their Senbu Clan, this was the cornerstone of their Clan.

So, most probably, if the Ancestor of the Senbu Clan knew the thoughts and ideas of Patriarch Senbu he would be thinking that he had either turned into a coward or that he had defected to Tianlong Yun.

That wouldn’t be far from the truth, but it was not far from being a fact as well. After experiencing the terror and hopelessness against Tianlong Yun there was no other choice for Patriarch Senbu.

The only one who seemed to be having a good time was the Ancestor of the Kiri Clan who seemed to be winning no matter what happened.

If Tianlong Yun lost he could then be shameless enough to deny ever surrendering to him, and if Tianlong Yun won then his Kiri family would be the only family who had first and fully subordinated to him.

While each and every one of the characters had their own thoughts and ideas on the current situation, Tianlong Yun seemed to just smile in mockery while he took one step and said,

“Overestimating yourselves!”

Truth to be told he was quite disappointed by the whole situation. He had gone as far as to pretend he was a fool by walking right into the trap set up for him, and he got only this!?

This formation, which the Ancestor of the Senbu Clan seemed to have full confidence in was nothing but a slightly advanced version of Patriarch Senbu’s last trump card.

The only difference between the two was that Patriarch Senbu’s attack contained only quality, while this one seemed to be leaning more towards numbers and poor quality.

Even after dealing with all those angry and ‘terrifying’ souls that turned into nothing less than his own Soul Power, Tianlong Yun was only able to gain twice of what he got from Patriarch Senbu.

This was disappointing!

Utterly disappointing!

If the Ancestor of the Senbu Clan knew and heard Tianlong Yun’s thoughts he would most likely cough out blood and then die out of anger, disappointing Tianlong Yun even further.

Still, even without that, seeing Tianlong Yun take an ordinary step after sounding his words, and then the formation around him completely crush, he couldn’t stand on his two feet.

‘A dream!’

‘A nightmare!’

That’s right, the only way for what was happening in front of him to make sense was if this was nothing but a damned nightmare.

Otherwise, how!? How would this shit even be possible!?

The formation, the cornerstone of his Senbu Clan was broken through that easily!? Most certainly not, so the only logical explanation would be for this to be a nightmare, an illusion.

‘slaaappppppp~!’

Too bad that the disappointed Tianlong Yun didn’t have any intention of letting the old thing console himself like that, as he appeared in front of him with the next ordinary step and slapped him hard.

The slap clearly didn’t have the same amount of strength as its resounding would imply, as everyone could only stare dumbfoundedly at the red imprint and swollen cheek of the Senbu Clan’s Ancestor.

The old thing would most probably choose to die more than once due to the embarrassment but unfortunately, he didn’t even have that choice.

There was no way in heaven or hell that Tianlong Yun would forgive the damned old fogey for raising his expectations and providing him with such a weak hurdle.

As a matter of fact, it wasn’t that Senbu Clan’s trump card was any way weaker than what he encountered at the Yao Family, or from the government in his own country.

It was just that while playing with them, Tianlong Yun had yet to perfectly integrate his strength, and his fighting abilities and he was giving them a bit of ‘face’ let’s say.

While now that he was actually fighting in top conditions, against an enemy that held no connection or attachment to him, in full throttle, everything seemed much easier and much smoother.

Most probably Tianlong Yun understood this himself as well, it was just that he got carried a bit and was directing his negative feelings toward the Ancestor of the Senbu Clan.

‘slappppp…, slaaaaapppppp…, slaaaappppppp…’

After the first slap, for some reason, Tianlong Yun felt good about slapping the old thing so with or without intention he kept slapping the shit out of him.

“Please Master, please stop slapping the Ancestor!

I beg of you, he had no idea of your strength and was too foolish to think he could resist your strength, so please spare him!”

If it weren’t for Patriarch Senbu waking up from his reverie, throwing himself to his knees, and begging Tianlong Yun for mercy, the old Ancestor might have been slapped to death a few times.

Not that he had much of a reason to live from now on, as he had lost everything. Not only the country, and his Senbu Clan but also every silver and speck of honor he might have ever had.

On the other hand, Tianlong Yun held his hand as he looked with an indifferent gaze towards his servant without saying a thing.

Why would he need to speak when his gaze was doing that for him? Whoever obeys and begs could get drops of mercy from him, and whoever didn’t could only wait for the worst.

With that out of the way, Tianlong Yun took a few normal steps ahead as he walked towards the main ‘throne’ in the room, sat with one leg above the other, and said,

“You have time until morning to make sure that the whole country is taken over and is under my rule!”

His voice was natural and calm as if he were describing the beauty of the sunrise, and not like deciding the life and death of hundreds, thousands, and millions of people.

Whoever obeyed him lived, and whoever opposed him died!

It was as simple as that!

Even though Patriarch Senbu and the Ancestor of the Kiri Clan had expected this, they still couldn’t help but freeze in a daze for a few moments, not even breathing.

“Oh, arrange for a warm ‘bath’ for me as well! I would like to try each and every delicacy that your Clans have to offer!”

It was only when Tianlong Yun’s next words resounded that they finally managed to get a hold of themselves, before falling into a daze one more time….