229: Chapter 229 Three Dragons Join Forces

Ao Yi's heart-wrenching roar echoed above the altar.

These words, aimed straight at the heart, completely tore through the hypocrisy of their brotherly affection.

In the distant ruins, Ao Ming snapped his folding fan shut.

That face, which usually wore a warm smile, instantly turned grim to the extreme, as the pink miasma churned violently, transforming into a dense cloud of killing intent.

On the other side, Ao Lie's massive Demonic Dragon body came to a sudden halt, his frenzied killing intent forcibly suppressed as his eyes, flickering with ghost-fire, locked onto the Ao Qian, Ao 乾, at the head of the east.

At this moment, three Purple Mansion-level auras strangely linked together.

There was no Divine Sense transmission, no Formation coordination.

It was a pure, instinctive tacit understanding forced out by the threat of death.

Kill the eldest, seize the Dragon Pearl.

This was their only way to survive.

“A bunch of common rabble, yet you dare to act against heaven?”

Ao 乾 sat cross-legged at the head position, his golden robes fluttering loudly.

He looked down at the three below who were regrouping their auras, his face filled with the arrogance of a superior.

“I am the one destined by fate.”

“Today, I shall let you witness what it truly means to be the Lord of the Eastern Sea!”

Before his voice finished, he slammed his right hand downward.

He intended to repeat his previous trick.

The viscous ocean of black water above his head instantly boiled.

Billions of tons of pitch-black seawater poured down, transforming into a giant black hand that blotted out the sky.

In the palm of the giant hand, several massive whirlpools spun crazily, swallowing all the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

The entire altar trembled violently under this terrifying pressure.

“Strike!”

Ao Ming shouted out.

He threw the peach blossom fan in his hand high into the air.

The fan's ribs exploded, and the sky full of pink petals turned into an eerie rain of peach blossoms.

Every petal carried a potent poison that muddled the mind.

This wasn't a direct attack, but an extreme interference targeted at the Divine Soul.

Wherever the peach blossom rain passed, that giant black hand actually showed a hint of stagnation.

The originally seamless water ripples began to show fine disturbances.

“Roar!”

Ao Lie seized this fleeting flaw, and his massive Demonic Dragon body soared from the ground.

He completely disregarded defense, burning his Devilish Qi to the absolute limit.

Dark red magma and black blood intertwined, forming a hundred-zhang-long blood-colored dragon spear.

It crashed straight into the palm of the giant black hand.

Boom!

Flesh and black water clashed frantically.

The scales on Ao Lie's body exploded inch by inch, and dragon blood sprayed wildly.

But he fought to the death and did not retreat, forcibly using his Physical Body to withstand the downward momentum of the giant hand.

At the bottom of the pit.

Ao Yi knelt on one knee, covered in blood.

But in his bloodshot eyes, there flickered an extreme madness.

His hands tightly gripped the ground, drawing out all the remaining Earth Vein Power within his body.

The Meteoric Iron beneath the altar let out an overburdened wail.

Three thick, earthy-yellow earth vein Dragon Qi burst out from the ground.

The Dragon Qi transformed into three thousand-zhang-long giant rock swords, thrusting upward from underground.

They accurately pierced into the gaps between the fingers of the giant black hand.

A three-pronged pincer attack.

Illusionary suppression, physical resistance, and an earth vein ambush.

These three dragon princes, who usually fought to the death, actually erupted with astonishing combat power at this moment.

That Vast Sea Giant Hand, which claimed to swallow all things, was actually held back in mid-air.

It could no longer advance even an inch.

At the edge of the battlefield.

Gu Changsheng pulled Shen Zhiwei, quietly retreating into the shadow of a pillar at the outermost edge of the altar.

He casually laid down several concealment Formation patterns, completely erasing their auras.

Watching the world-destroying collision in the air, Gu Changsheng sneered repeatedly.

“Guest Elder, they can actually suppress the Ao Qian?”

Shen Zhiwei swallowed hard, her heart still racing with fear.

In a battle of this level, even a slight graze would peel a layer of skin off her newly awakened True Dragon Body.

“Suppress?”

Gu Changsheng rubbed the bone flute with his fingertips, his voice full of mockery.

“Look closely.”

“Which of these three fellows isn't putting their life on the line while scheming against the others?”

He raised his hand and pointed into the air.

“That schemer Ao Ming—his peach blossom miasma looks like it covers the sky, but in reality, he's only surrounding and not attacking.”

“He's hidden more than half of his magic power beneath his feet, ready to flee or snatch the Dragon Pearl at any moment.”

“Now look at Ao Lie.”

“That mad dog barks the loudest and hits the hardest, but he's protecting the Ancestral Dragon Inverse Scale at his heart.”

“The moment the situation turns sour, he can immediately use a Blood Escape to flee a thousand miles away.”

“As for Ao Yi...”

Gu Changsheng looked at the Third Prince who was still gritting his teeth and enduring at the bottom of the pit.

“This kid is the most insidious.”

“Those three earth vein rock swords didn't hit the core array eye of the giant hand at all.”

“He intentionally missed by three inches, shifting all the maximum pressure onto Ao Lie, who is holding the front line.”

“These three are merely putting on a show.”

“When it truly comes to a life-and-death moment to snatch the Dragon Pearl, the first one to stab a knife will definitely be one of their own.”

Shen Zhiwei felt her scalp go numb as she listened.

The water in this Dragon Palace was simply darker than the Abyssal Depths.

If Gu Changsheng hadn't pointed it out, she might have actually thought these three brothers had changed their ways.

These high-and-mighty members of the Dragon Clan were entirely selfish and calculating to the bone.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the system panel popped up at the right time.

[Situation Analysis: Three dragons joined forces, seemingly united but divided at heart.]

[Ao 乾 Status: Forcibly activating the Fourth Divine Ability; Ancestral Dragon Qi backlash is intensifying.]

[High-Risk Warning: The energy inside the Dragon Pearl is extremely unstable and is about to reach a critical point.]

[Suggestion: Continue watching the show, maintain distance, and prepare to scavenge.]

Gu Changsheng withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the dog-eat-dog fight in the sky.

His attention shifted to the shadows on the other side of the altar.

There, Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan was sticking his backside out, busy among a pile of rubble.

That old ghost had just had his main Formation Flag kicked and broken by Gu Changsheng under the cover of the Iron Corpse.

He was currently sweating profusely as he re-carved the Formation patterns, attempting to complete the broken [Corpse Refining Dragon-Locking Formation].

“Old thing, you're quite persistent.”

Gu Changsheng sneered in his heart.

Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan's calculations were quite clever.

He didn't care at all who won or lost, nor did he care who the Dragon Pearl belonged to.

What he wanted were all the Purple Mansion True Dragon corpses that died on this altar.

As soon as the Formation was complete, these four princes who were fighting to mutual destruction would all turn into top-grade corpse puppets in his hands.

At that time, his Corpse Yin Sect could leap forward to become the overlord of the Eastern Sea.

“You're dreaming quite beautifully.”

A wisp of gray Wither and Flourish Death Qi condensed at Gu Changsheng's fingertips.

He didn't plan to destroy the Formation immediately.

Leaving this Formation might give those high-and-mighty princes a big surprise at a critical moment.

He only needed to add a little 'extra' to the core nodes of these Formation patterns.

With a flick of his finger.

That wisp of Death Qi hugged the ground and quietly slipped into the array eye that Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan had just repaired.

It lay in wait, anticipating the moment it would be detonated.

At the edge of the altar.

Behind a broken metal pillar less than ten zhang away from him.

A figure wearing a washed-out scholar's robe was sticking his backside out, wretchedly rummaging through a pile of rubble for something.

Lin Xiren.

This fellow had somehow snuck his way here.

Holding a chipped iron shovel, he was huffing and puffing as he dug up the altar floor tiles.

As he dug, he muttered to himself.

“These Profound Iron Bricks are good stuff; they can be sold for quite a few Spirit Stones outside.”

“Ooh, this piece even has dragon blood on it. I'm going to be rich, I'm going to be rich...”