228: Chapter 228 Aotian Suffers a Setback, True Dragon Treasure Technique!

Chu Wanqing listened, then gave a soft huff.

"Xu Chen, you finally said something nice!"

The corners of Aotian's eyes twitched violently, and the dragon markings on his chest flickered.

He knew that if he dragged this out any longer, the Aura of his Bloodline would only be worn away bit by bit.

By then, it wouldn't just be this punch he lost.

It would be his entire pride!

He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, frantically urging his Dragon Qi as he lunged at Lin Yi once more.

This time, he would win back the Face he had lost, with interest!

But Lin Yi was no longer prepared to play slowly with him.

Hongmeng Chaos Qi condensed completely in his palm.

Lin Yi raised his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in their depths.

"Still coming?"

"Then I'll beat you until you submit!"

As the words fell, he rushed out in a single step.

The fourth punch.

It slammed head-on into Aotian's chest.

Aotian's Dragon scale battle armor instantly caved in.

His whole body shuddered violently, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

That streak of blood was blindingly red, and humiliatingly so!

Aotian froze in mid-air, staring fixedly at Lin Yi; the pride of his Bloodline in his eyes had finally cracked.

Lin Yi lowered his fist.

"You, this Dragon."

"Aren't very tough either."

This sentence was like a nail, driven fiercely into Aotian's heart.

His expression turned completely black.

In the distance, Jichen was hidden in the shadows, his expression equally ugly.

"Even the True Dragon body has been suppressed."

"This kid is truly outrageous."

And further away, in the dark clouds, Aotian's breathing was also clearly disordered for a moment.

The Dragon Might was still there.

But the certainty he had held before had already begun to loosen.

In the center of the battlefield, Lin Yi had no intention of stopping.

He raised his hand, and the god-slaying sword unsheathed.

Black light swept across the ground, carving out a long, thin spark.

At this moment, Aotian's chest was heaving violently.

He stared at Lin Yi, the contempt in his eyes gone.

Yet he still refused to retreat.

The True Dragon Bloodline was the capital of his pride, and it also made him unwilling to bow his head in a place like this.

"You won a few punches with your Physical Body."

"Do you really think you've got this?"

Aotian spoke in a low voice, his tone wrapped in bone-chilling coldness.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, then clenched his palm tightly.

Dragon Qi surged violently.

The distant firmament sank along with it.

Lin Yi stood where he was, the god-slaying sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his expression devoid of any fluctuation.

"What else can you bring out?"

"Bring it all out."

Aotian's eyes turned cold.

"As you wish!"

As the words fell, his hands suddenly formed seals.

Between the black scales, ancient patterns lit up inch by inch.

Those patterns were extremely mysterious, like symbols branded into his Bloodline.

They carried a sense of wild, vast, and domineering intent.

It was like a True Dragon that had slept for too long had finally opened its eyes.

The next moment, the Dragon shadow behind Aotian suddenly towered upward.

An illusory image of an Immortal Ancient True Dragon, spanning the firmament, fully formed behind him.

Its dragon head was raised high, and its dragon horns were like blades.

With a sway of the dragon body, the entire Void Realm trembled along with it.

Xu Chen stood in the back, his throat bobbing.

"This thing looks like it's not to be trifled with."

"I suddenly remembered what Revered Master used to say: knowing when to change course isn't a bad thing; losing your life is the bad thing!"

Chu Wanqing glanced at him.

"Then you can keep thinking about it now."

Xu Chen gave two dry laughs and hugged the ancient desolate hall tightly, but his feet did not retreat even an inch.

He was cowardly with his mouth, but his eyes were very bright.

He didn't want to miss this scene.

Su Yuxi stood behind and to the side of Lin Yi, her gaze slightly narrowed.

She could feel that Aotian was playing for real this time.

That wasn't just simple Dragon Might.

That was the most primal killing intent from deep within Aotian's Bloodline.

Shen Qingyue folded her hands together, and the hunyuan diagram spun gently behind her.

She didn't speak, merely quietly channeling a trace of life force toward Lin Yi.

Lin Yi grasped the sword hilt, his fingertips lightly brushing across the spine of the sword.

The pitch-black sword body emitted a low hum.

It was as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Aotian stared fixedly at Lin Yi, a low laugh spilling from his throat.

"True ability cannot be compared to those little fists of yours."

"I let you take a little advantage just now."

"Now, it's my turn."

"True Dragon Precious Technique, activate!"

Boom!

He slammed his right hand forward.

The True Dragon shadow swooped down accordingly.

When the first claw fell, heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart alive.

The sky-covering dragon claw spanned the mid-air, its five dragon fingers clawing toward the top of Lin Yi's head with a piercing sound of tearing through the air.

At that moment, even the wind seemed to be torn to shreds.

Lin Yi did not retreat.

He shifted his footsteps, his figure sliding away along the edge of the dragon claw.

The Secret of Jie was pushed to the limit, his figure so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Rumble!

A loud noise.

The dragon claw slammed into the spot where he had originally stood, and the ground instantly exploded into a bottomless pit.

Black earth churned, and broken stones flew into the sky.

Aotian's eyes darkened.

"You dodge fast enough!"

Lin Yi stood diagonally in front, looking up at him.

"This is just the beginning."

Aotian snorted coldly, flicked his dragon tail, and the shadow behind him churned again.

The dragon's mouth opened.

A scorching Dragon breath spewed out.

That Dragon breath was not simple fire.

It contained a destructive Aura, containing the primal killing power of the Immortal Ancient True Dragon.

Wherever it passed, even the air was burned until it twisted and turned white.

Chu Wanqing plucked with her fingertips, and the imperial zither sounded instantly.

Twang!

A crimson-gold sound wave unfolded in front, slamming hard into the side of that Dragon breath.

The Dragon breath was deflected by half an inch by her, but still grazed past Lin Yi's shoulder.

After landing, it burned a broken mountain peak behind him directly into charcoal.

Xu Chen's eyelids jumped.

"If that grazed someone, they'd probably lose a chunk of flesh."

Lin Yi stared at the True Dragon shadow behind Aotian, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He could see it now.

The True Dragon Precious Technique was indeed very strong.

But no matter how strong this thing was, it was still a Bloodline technique.

As long as it was a technique, it had a trajectory.

As long as there was a trajectory, it could be broken.

Seeing him not retreat, Aotian's eyes grew colder.

"You still dare to be distracted?"

He swung his arms, and the Dragon shadow spiraled up.

The next moment, hundreds upon thousands of Dragon scales shot out from the shadow.

Every single Dragon scale was like a flying knife, pressing down from the sky with a whistling sound.

Lin Yi tapped his feet repeatedly, his figure weaving between the Dragon scales.

A Dragon scale grazed past his ear, cutting off a lock of black hair.

The Dragon scale fell into the ground in the distance, directly blasting out a ten-foot deep mark.

Another Dragon scale swept past his waist, was deflected by the Primordial Qi, crashed into mid-air, and exploded into a mass of black light.

This move by Aotian was extremely ruthless.

He was trying to force Lin Yi into a dead end.

Just when the Dragon scale storm was at its densest.

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Lin Yi's eyes.

Qian Secret, activate!

The next instant, the trajectory of Aotian's subsequent moves all appeared in his mind.

Lin Yi's figure suddenly swerved.

He did not retreat again, but instead charged forward against the Dragon scale storm.

"Seeking death!"

Aotian roared angrily, his hand seals changing again.

The Dragon shadow lowered its head, and a dragon tail swipe lashed out fiercely.

When that tail swept over, the Void Realm collapsed directly, bringing up a series of piercing explosions.

Yet in that instant, Lin Yi raised his sword.

The god-slaying sword's black light erupted.

Following the underside of the dragon tail, he slashed diagonally upward.

Pfft!

The sword gleam swept past, and a few black scales at the end of the dragon tail were sliced off on the spot.

Aotian's eyes changed abruptly.

This was not a coincidence.

This was seeing through the characteristics of how his secret technique operated.

Just as he realized this, Lin Yi's second sword was already there.

This sword was faster.

Trickier!

It stabbed directly into a spot on the dragon shadow's abdomen where the light was weakest.

The dragon shadow let out a muffled roar, and a ripple exploded on its abdomen.

Aotian's body shuddered violently, and his expression sank on the spot.

"You are courting death!"