Prisoner Dragon Stronghold!

Most people only know that Prisoner Dragon Stronghold runs rampant across the Great Victory Dynasty, Chu Kingdom, and Wei Kingdom, specializing in robbing Jianghu Major Sects, and they even dare to rob Peak Sects and the Imperial Family.

As for the location of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s old lair, few people know because even if they capture their members, they cannot perform Soul Search.

Therefore, over the years, although the various major sects and the Imperial Family detest the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, they are helpless.

They even dare not kill them after capturing them because once they kill a member of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, they will retaliate madly.

At this moment, inside the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, within the Unity Hall, apart from a few chairs, the rest was filled with people.

The Village Chief, Wu Qiulong, scanned the crowd, his expression becoming increasingly grim.

The Dragon Head chairs in the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold originally numbered ten, but now four were vacant.

Martial Dao Hong died in Tongzhou of the Great Victory Dynasty, and two other Dragon Heads had their Soul Tokens suddenly shatter a few days ago. The last one was his youngest son, who had gone with the deceased Dragon Heads to the Daqian Kingdom and had yet to return.

"Is there still no contact from Zhao Yan?" Wu Qiulong spoke grimly.

The few Dragon Heads below all shook their heads.

Originally, Wu Zhaoyan went with the two Dragon Heads to the Daqian Kingdom to battle Zhou Hu from Feiyun Stronghold. The two Dragon Heads’ Soul Tokens shattered, but Wu Zhaoyan’s Soul Token remained intact, which meant Wu Zhaoyan was not dead yet.

Wu Qiulong spoke again, "Have we found out what happened at Bibo Lake, and why the two Dragon Heads perished?"

The Dragon Heads shook their heads again, "We also can’t contact Feiyun Stronghold. I feel like something happened there too. This duel between Zhao Yan and Zhou Hu seems too ostentatious, and it might have attracted our enemies’ attention.

Zhai Zhu (Village Chief), I suggest we send people to Daqian Kingdom to investigate as soon as possible."

Wu Qiulong shook his head, "It’s no use. Even Martial Venerables like us would take a few days to get to the Daqian Kingdom traveling day and night. If there truly are enemies, dispersing our forces at this time would only give them an opportunity to exploit.

As long as Zhao Yan is still there, whether captured or fled, holding the fort is the right path."

Even a Martial Venerable would take several days to fly to the Daqian Kingdom, and a Divine Realm Martial Sectist would take at least twenty days. By that time, it would be too late.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Wu Qiulong’s expression changed. With a flip of his wrist, a Jade Token appeared in his hand, its glow intensifying!

"Zhao Yan is rapidly approaching!"

Wu Qiulong stood up swiftly. This was a tracking Secret Artifact refined with his son Wu Zhaoyan’s breath and a trace of Divine Soul using a secret technique.

The brightening glow of the Life Token indicated its owner was rapidly approaching this place.

"Great!"

Hearing that Wu Zhaoyan was returning, several Dragon Heads rejoiced, "Quickly open the Mountain Gate to welcome Dragon Head Zhao Yan!"

Wu Qiulong raised his hand to stop them, "Wait, Zhao Yan may not be returning alone; be cautious. Let the third handle the Grand Array while the rest of you come with me to see."

Even though he had used secret techniques in Wu Zhaoyan’s Divine Soul to prevent soul searching, if his son had submitted, it was still possible he would lead the enemy to Prisoner Dragon Stronghold. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Wu Zhaoyan was born after he became a Martial Venerable, with powerful bloodlines, and although he had only cultivated the Four-Colored Golden Body, he had the potential to become a Martial King in the future, so he valued him greatly.

He had commanded Prisoner Dragon Stronghold to roam unopposed across surrounding dynasties for years; naturally, he was not an ordinary Martial Venerable.

Therefore, he instructed his son Wu Zhaoyan that if captured and the enemy wasn’t too strong, he could lead them to Prisoner Dragon Stronghold for his father to kill them.

As he descended from the chair, Wu Qiulong and the four Dragon Heads stepped out of the Unity Hall and walked outside. After a while, ripples appeared ahead, and several figures vanished from the place.

Seeing this, the third in the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold pulled out a Great Seal from the Storage Gourd and shouted, "Everyone return to your positions!"

In an instant, people in Prisoner Dragon Stronghold moved, standing in various positions, channeling power into the ground below.

This was Deep Mountain in Bianzhou of the Great Victory Dynasty, a place covered in lush greenery and ancient trees.

The Heaven and Earth Essence Qi was decently rich but did not compare to Holy Lands or the locations of typical Peak Sects.

No one could have imagined that the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold would build its lair in such a place, daring to place it within the borders of the Great Victory Dynasty.

Wu Qiulong waited with four Dragon Heads in the sky for a while before sensing the fluctuation of Heaven and Earth Power.

After a while, a black dot appeared in the distance, quickly enlarging into several figures.

Wu Qiulong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Indeed, they were captured!"

He saw his son Wu Zhaoyan held in someone’s hand, his Golden Body covered in cracks, looking extremely miserable.

But his expression remained calm, showing no sign of anger.

A few breaths later, two figures holding Wu Zhaoyan stopped not far away.

"Father, save me!"

Wu Zhaoyan cried out for help upon seeing his father, Wu Qiulong.

For three or four days his cultivation was sealed, and his injuries couldn’t heal. The excruciating pain from each of his wounds almost drove him to the brink of collapse.

Initially, he harbored small thoughts, but later, under such torment, he just wanted to bring these two people to the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold to end his suffering.

Scanning over them, Wu Qiulong realized the ones holding his son were two young people. Not only did they appear young, but he could also sense their vibrant life force, "How about letting my son go? Whatever your demands, the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold will certainly fulfill them."

He initially thought they were formidable enemies, but realized he didn’t recognize this young man and woman.

[Wu Qiulong: Golden Body Ninth Forging, Village Chief of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, ruthless in murder and robbery]