472: Chapter 472 The Demolition Team Strikes! The Number One on the Prodigy Ranking is Publicly Stripped of His Armor!

Su Chen's command, reeking of capitalist exploitation, was instantly transmitted to every golden armored dao soldier.

The army of dao soldiers, which had been outputting damage frantically, paused in unison.

The next second.

Their attack mode underwent a world-shaking transformation.

It was no longer a wide-open, lethal, indiscriminate assault.

Instead, it became extremely wretched.

"Understood!"

"Protect the spoils of war!"

"Demolition Squad in position! Target—[golden dragon undying armor]!"

Tens of thousands of dao soldiers let out a synchronized low growl, their voices carrying a coordination that made one's skin crawl.

Long Aotian, who was still struggling frantically to flip over, suddenly felt the pressure on him change.

The fists, feet, and halberds that had been raining down on him all skillfully avoided his vitals and that handsome dragon Face.

In their place were countless cold metallic hands, beginning to grope frantically all over his body!

They looked exactly like a group of well-trained pickpockets!

"You... what are you trying to do?!"

Long Aotian's heart sank, and an ominous premonition a hundred times more intense than being mobbed just now shot straight to the top of his head!

Something was wrong!

The look in these things' eyes had changed!

From their previous cold ruthlessness, they had turned into... an undisguised, naked greed!

Like a group of bandits who hadn't eaten for three days finally cornering a fat sheep on the road!

"Strip him!"

"Be quick about it! The boss is in a hurry!"

A golden armored dao soldier who looked like a squad leader shouted at the top of his lungs.

Instantly, the division of labor was clear, and the coordination was smooth.

Several thousand dao soldiers pinned down the dragon's head, holding it motionless!

Several thousand more wrapped their bodies around the dragon's tail, locking it tight!

The remaining ten thousand plus dao soldiers transformed into the coldest, most professional, and most inhumane "Demolition Squad"—

They began a brutal forced demolition of the [golden dragon undying armor] on Long Aotian's body, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move!

Some used their fingers to dig into the gaps of the armor, not stopping even when their nails were about to snap.

Some used their halberds as crowbars, wedging them into the joints of the armor plates and prying them outward one by one.

Several dao soldiers even lay directly on Long Aotian, using their teeth to bite the rivets connecting the armor plates!

"Clang! Clang clang!"

The harsh sound of metal scraping against metal rang out continuously, more maddening than nails on a chalkboard.

That scene—

It was the literal image of a group of professional demolition workers tearing down a holdout property!

And this "holdout property" was alive and could curse.

"Stop! You despicable, shameless bastards! Stop this instant—!"

Long Aotian let out a heart-wrenching roar, his voice cracking!

This was ten thousand times more humiliating than being killed outright!

He was the dignified Divine Son of the Golden Dragon Clan!

Ranked first on the ten thousand races prodigy list of the Ascension Ancient Road!

To think he would be publicly stripped of his armor?!

He, Long Aotian, would actually have such a day?!

If this got out, how could he ever show his Face in the cultivation world again?!

He struggled like a madman, his massive dragon body erupting with terrifying power in an attempt to shake off all these "ants"!

Dragon scales stood on end, and golden light flared!

Dozens of dao soldiers who couldn't hold on were shattered into pieces!

However, Su Chen had already expected this.

He lay on a warm jade recliner, spiritual tea in hand, not even lifting an eyelid.

"Increase the intensity."

"Pin him down for me."

His voice was lazy, as if he were ordering a servant to restrain a disobedient guard dog.

[Want to resist?]

[Save it.]

[If I don't strip you down to your soul today, I'll write my name, Su Chen, backwards!]

Having received new instructions, the dao soldiers' strength instantly maxed out!

More dao soldiers rushed up to fill the gaps, one after another, giving Long Aotian no room to breathe!

Long Aotian's all-out struggle seemed so pale and powerless in the Face of absolute numerical superiority.

He was like a fish pinned to a chopping board.

He could only watch helplessly as the "scales" on his body were peeled off piece by piece, block by block, with cruel precision.

With every piece stripped.

His dignity shattered a bit more.

The prodigies of the ten thousand races watching from afar had long since been completely dumbfounded.

Each one had their mouth wide open, their expressions frozen as if they had been hit by a binding spell.

"Am I... am I seeing things? They are... stripping Long Aotian of his armor?"

"This is too ruthless! Better to kill a man than to humiliate him like this! Su Chen is tearing off Long Aotian's Face and dancing on it!"

"More than dancing! He's stripping off Long Aotian's dignity, shredding it, making a salad out of it, and serving it to him to eat!"

"Too perverted... This Su Chen is definitely not someone to provoke!"

Everyone's scalp went numb, a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This man named Su Chen was not only pervertedly strong but also ruthless to the bone!

He won't kill you, but he'll make you suffer social death.

This is a hundred times more ruthless than killing you!

This was the only thought in everyone's mind at this moment.

However—

Amidst the dead silence of the crowd's fear, there was one person who was not only unafraid but was so excited she was about to take off.

Yue Qinghan.

Those autumn-water eyes hidden behind the black veil were currently sparkling with a light brighter than the stars in the sky!

As expected of the most professional "war photographer" among the candidates for the Yaochi Saintess!

While everyone else was weak in the knees from this extreme scene, she keenly captured the unparalleled—

News value!

She quietly crouched down, braving the residual dragon might and battle aftershocks, and crept all the way to the edge of the crater.

Finding the right angle.

Adjusting the lighting.

Then she took out a specially made top-grade recording spirit stone from her storage ring.

Aiming at Long Aotian, who was being "demolished"—

She went on a frantic photo-taking spree!

"Click! Click! Click!"

Three hundred and sixty degrees!

No blind spots!

Even Long Aotian's distorted expression from extreme shame and indignation was captured with crystal clarity!

Yue Qinghan grew more excited as she took photos, her hands even shaking by the end.

Her mind was already racing, news headlines popping out one after another!

"Shocking! prodigy list leader Long Aotian falls from grace, publicly stripped by a mysterious tycoon; the reason turns out to be..."

"The end of an invincible myth! Why was the Golden Dragon Divine Son mobbed by tens of thousands of muscular men? Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?"

"Exclusive High-Def Uncensored! 'Naked Dragon' photos of Long Aotian leaked! Suspected special fetish? Golden Dragon Clan deletes posts overnight!"

The more Yue Qinghan thought, the happier she became, her autumn-water eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

She could already foresee it.

The moment this material was posted to the "immortal friends circle."

The headline was guaranteed!

Over ten thousand likes, guaranteed!

Her follower count in the immortal friends circle was also guaranteed!

"This time back, I'll gain at least a hundred thousand followers..."

She muttered to herself, her fingers never stopping the burst shots.

On the other side.

Qian Duoduo looked at the pieces of the [golden dragon undying armor] being stripped off, and he felt unwell.

No.

It should be said he felt too good.

So good that the fat on his chubby Face trembled violently from extreme excitement, his breathing so rapid he almost passed out on the spot!

His small eyes were wide and round, staring intently at those golden armor plates being carefully removed by the dao soldiers.

Every single piece!

In his eyes, they all sparkled with a maddening golden light!

Those weren't armor plates!

That was money!

Pieces and blocks of bright, shiny money!

"An emperor weapon... that's a complete emperor weapon!"

Qian Duoduo's voice was trembling, like a gambler who had hit the jackpot but couldn't believe it.

"We're rich... we're rich! Boss... Boss has hit the motherlode this time!!"

He had already begun frantically estimating the price in his head.

This [golden dragon undying armor] was the result of ten thousand years of effort by the Golden Dragon Clan's Artifact Refining Grandmasters, custom-made from Nine Heavens Divine Iron and Dragon Blood Divine Gold!

Perfect condition!

Top-tier quality!

Putting it on the auction block at their Wanbao Pavilion would fetch at least a staggering one billion!

One billion!

Subtracting the four hundred million cost, the net profit—six hundred million!

Qian Duoduo's eyes instantly turned into two glowing "￥" symbols.

His whole body was shivering, not from fear, but from excitement.

The way he looked at Su Chen could no longer be described as fanatical.

It was simply like looking at a living God of Wealth with a built-in money-printing function!

He just wanted to rush over, hug Su Chen's leg, and cry out with snot and tears—

"Boss! From now on, you're my real father! No, even my real father isn't as reliable as you!"

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, under Su Chen's pervertedly precise micro-management.

The [golden dragon undying armor] was perfectly disassembled. Not a single piece missing, not a single spot damaged.

They didn't even spare the [Cloud-Treading Dragon Pattern War Boots] on Long Aotian's feet or the [Dragon Storage Ring] on his claws!

The Dragon Pattern Jade Pendant at his waist?

Stripped.

The Dragon Sinew Spirit Inscriptions on his bracers?

Removed.

They truly left not a single blade of grass behind.

A burly golden armored dao soldier squad leader held the pile of "spoils of war" that still radiated Long Aotian's body heat in both hands and respectfully presented them to Su Chen.

Su Chen slowly sat up from the recliner.

He glanced at the pile of golden, dao rhyme-flowing emperor weapon armor fragments.

With a look of disdain.

"Tsk."

[A pile of scrap metal.]

[But... it's still usable for waste recycling.]

[This meal has paid for itself.]

He waved his hand casually.

He threw the pile of spoils lightly to Wang Baobao, who had been salivating nearby for a long time, her eyes already turned into "￥" shapes.

"Take it and eat."

"After-dinner dessert."