If
That was why the Fourth Elder had to neutralise the bloodline suppression before the fight could even begin—the Protection Art from the Dragon Hall was his only means.
Two commands in the Dragon Tongue rang out, and from the distant, hidden Dragon Hall, a chorus of dragon cries suddenly echoed through the air. Moments later, over a dozen streaks of light shot skyward like dragons bursting from the sea, their sinuous bodies cutting across the horizon. In the blink of an eye they descended upon Spirit Island, diving straight toward the assembled dragons below.
The dragons below naturally rejoiced at the sight and surged forward to meet them.
Fsssh, fsssh, fsssh…
Those streaks of light from the Dragon Hall pierced into the bodies of the various dragons one after another. They did not grant any boost in strength, yet they filled their recipients with renewed confidence—as though reborn. The fear and wariness they had felt toward
"Now!"
"What is this…"
"Protection of the Dragon Hall,"
His original plan had been to intercept every single blessing the Dragon Hall sent out. If he could have managed that, he would have won the day's battle without lifting a finger—the suppressive power of the Golden Sacred Dragon Origin alone would have left every dragon present so constrained that they could not even display half their true strength.
But he had ultimately underestimated
In the contest over the Dragon Hall's protection, he had fallen a step behind.
A sharp gleam flickered in
Ever since the dragons had appeared, he had been kept under the crushing weight of their bloodline pressure. The only reason he had been able to step out of the crowd and stand firmly at
He wanted vengeance for Lü Sanniang, and borrowing
He had never imagined that one more person at his level—possessing a mere third-order, lower-grade dragon bloodline, no less—could offer
But now that suppression had been dramatically weakened. They all seemed to be standing on the same starting line once more, and no one could dominate anyone else through bloodline alone.
"Go."
"I'll be back as soon as I can!"
In that brief interval while
Li Wuyi laughed heartily. "Forgive the offence, Fourth Elder!"
Even as the words left his mouth, the massive hand that had been hovering in midair suddenly slammed downward.
Without a sound, the Fourth Elder vanished—as though he had never existed in the first place. At the same time, Li Wuyi's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a ripple of spatial energy that spread outward in every direction.
Truly worthy of his reputation as the strongest being beneath the Great Emperors—the Fourth Elder was no doubt far more powerful than an average third-order Emperor Realm cultivator, yet even he had been unable to break free of Li Wuyi's technique.
Li Wuyi clearly intended to face the Fourth Elder one-on-one, and that was precisely what
Besides, he was not fighting alone.
"Over a decade ago, I suffered at the hands of you wretched worms. Today, this lady is going to settle that score."
The single sentence ignited the fury of every dragon present.
The Dragon Clan held the throne among the Sacred Spirits and stood above all living creatures. When had they ever been called worms?
Even
The dragons' faces darkened like storm clouds. No one spoke, but their expressions said everything.
He had no wish to burn every bridge with the Dragon Clan. If these dragons could turn a blind eye and let him and
"Hey, kid — that's a rather unprincipled thing to say, isn't it?"