231: Chapter 231 Guest Elder, Shall We Rob Them?

Crack.

The crisp sound of shattering was infinitely amplified in the center of this deathly silent altar.

On the surface of the Dragon orb interwoven with nine-colored thunder, that crack spread rapidly like a spiderweb.

Boom!

A deafening explosion completely tore through the Void Realm.

This quasi-Golden Core level Spiritual Artifact, which had gathered the essence of the Earth Veins of the True Dragon Tomb for ten thousand years, ultimately could not withstand the frantic squeezing of four Purple Mansion peak-level powers.

It exploded.

The violent energy storm transformed into a tangible ring-shaped shockwave.

It lifted all the remaining mysterious iron floor tiles in the center of the altar, grinding them into powder.

Nine fragments glowing with brilliant colors, carrying the earth-shattering aftermath of the thunder, shot wildly in all directions.

"No!" Ao Qian roared miserably.

Golden Dragon blood spurted out from the severed stump of his arm.

The purple-black Evil Qi had already followed his Meridians and was closing in on his heart.

The Golden Dragon Incarnation behind him was covered in foul-smelling corpse spots and was teetering on the verge of collapse.

This arrogant First Prince of the East Sea was now in a sorry state, looking exactly like a stray dog.

He forced down the blood rising in his throat and gripped the Void Realm tightly with his remaining left hand.

His Ren water mana transformed into a tattered water net.

He forcibly scooped the largest golden fragment, which contained the richest Ancestral Dragon Origin, into his palm.

As soon as he touched it, the violent thunder scorched his left hand black.

His skin and flesh curled back, exposing the bone.

But he would not let go even in death.

"Snatch it!" Someone shouted hoarsely.

The originally extremely fragile three-Dragon Alliance completely collapsed the moment the Dragon orb shattered.

Ao Lie, who was closest to Ao Qian, suddenly twisted his massive Demonic Dragon body.

He didn't care about Ao Qian at all.

Opening his blood-stained maw, he bit toward a dark red fragment flying by on the left.

Puchi.

A thick, earthy-yellow Earth Vein rock spike pierced out from the ground without warning.

It precisely pierced through Ao Lie's lower jaw.

Demonic blood sprayed wildly.

"Ninth brother, this piece is mine." Ao Yi knelt on one knee in the ruins, covered in blood, his gentle face completely twisted.

He formed a seal with one hand, forcibly pulling the dark red fragment toward himself.

"You're courting death!" Ao Lie went completely mad.

His Demonic body recklessly crashed through the rock spike, and he whipped his tail hard against Ao Yi's already collapsed chest.

The crisp sound of breaking bones was teeth-grinding.

Ao Yi flew out like a tattered sack.

While in mid-air, he was tightly bound by countless green vines soaked in deadly poison.

"Third brother, Ninth brother, why get so angry?" Sixth Prince Ao Ming shook his remaining half of the peach blossom fan, his figure moving through the battlefield like a ghost.

The vines tightened suddenly, tearing Ao Yi's skin and flesh.

He reached out to take the fragment Ao Yi had just snatched into his own possession.

"Get lost!" A pale white bone chain tore through the Void Realm.

Carrying intense Evil Qi, it struck the green vines hard.

Ling Yunzhi was covered in blood, embodying a demon crawling out of Hell.

He didn't recognize anyone and bit whoever he saw.

The Ten Thousand Soul Incarnation roared behind him, forcibly pushing back Sixth Prince Ao Ming.

On the other side of the ruins, Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan crawled out from a pile of rubble.

His purple-gold Daoist robe was tattered, and the Daoist bun on his head had come undone.

"My Formation!" The old ghost was trembling with rage.

But in an instant, he was attracted by the Dragon orb fragments flying everywhere.

He shook his soul-summoning banner violently.

Six Iron Corpses turned into tireless killing machines.

Braving the aftermath of Spells filling the sky, they fearlessly pounced toward two fragments entangled together in mid-air.

It was chaotic.

Everything was chaotic.

Nine streaks of nine-colored light intertwined above the pitch-black altar, dragging long tails like a meteor shower.

Behind every streak of light followed a pack of red-eyed wolves.

There were no factions, no brothers, and no allies.

As long as anyone dared to reach out, they would be attacked indiscriminately by everyone around them.

In the shadows at the edge of the altar, Gu Changsheng stood quietly.

The halo of the taiyin submerging spirit jade perfectly concealed his and Shen Zhiwei's presence.

"Guest Elder, should we snatch it?" Shen Zhiwei's breathing was rapid.

The True Dragon Bloodline within her was agitated frantically.

That craving from deep within her genes was almost breaking through her line of reason.

That was a Dragon orb fragment!

Even if it were only the size of a fingernail, it would be enough to make her Bloodline transform again.

Gu Changsheng didn't speak.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic energy storm.

The suppression of the Human Race had completely dissipated with the shattering of the Dragon orb.

That heavy feeling of possibly being suppressed at any moment was gone.

Inside his Dantian, the black-green Wither and Flourish dao seed throbbed happily.

Mana filled his entire body like a breaking dam.

Coupled with that terrifying Physical Body just tempered in the Dragon Transformation Pool, he was now terrifyingly strong.

But he still didn't move.

Those who lead the charge die the fastest.

Although these Purple Mansion cultivators were all heavily injured, their final counterattacks before death would definitely drag a few people down with them.

He had to wait.

Wait for an opportunity where he wouldn't be attacked by the group.

[Situation Analysis: Distribution of the nine fragments.]

[Largest golden piece: In Ao Qian's hands, currently suffering backlash.]

[Dark red piece: Being fought over by Ao Yi and Ao Lie.]

[Water-blue piece: Surrounded by Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan's Iron Corpses.]

The system panel was refreshing frantically in his Sea of Consciousness.

Not far away, Lin Xiren, wearing the disguise of Qing Yueyin, was sticking his butt in the air, rummaging through a pile of rubble.

He was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, scooping up a fingernail-sized grayish-white fragment.

He stuffed it into his sleeve.

His movements were extremely wretched.

This guy was well-versed in the dao of prudence and didn't join the excitement in the middle at all.

He only picked up scraps on the periphery.

Just then, in mid-air, Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan's two Iron Corpses were smashed to pieces by a tail swipe from Ao Qian's remaining Golden Dragon Incarnation.

The violent collision triggered a chain reaction.

Air waves rolled.

One of the Dragon orb fragments, which emitted rich vitality and was completely emerald green, was hit hard by this air wave and deviated from its original trajectory.

It traced a strange arc in the air.

As luck would have it, it smashed straight toward the metal pillar where Gu Changsheng and Shen Zhiwei were hiding.

The green light flared brilliantly.

The wood elemental power contained in that fragment was shockingly pure.

The Withered Wood Meets Spring Scripture inside Gu Changsheng's body operated almost instinctively, emitting a roar of extreme hunger.

That was the ultimate temptation of a homologous Dao.

Swish!

Several Divine Senses immediately locked onto this corner.

They were all coming for this wood-attribute fragment.

"Troublesome." Gu Changsheng clicked his tongue lightly.

He had intended to make a fortune quietly.

This damn orb just had to drill into his arms.

Hiding was no longer an option.

Three Loose Cultivators who had luckily survived the explosion, plus two blood-covered Dragon Palace guards, rose up simultaneously.

Five beams of escape light tore through the smoke and dust along the way, heading straight for that emerald green Dragon orb fragment.

Greed had completely devoured their reason, and no one cared about the Guest Elder in green robes standing in the shadows.

In their view, a softie who had only survived until now by relying on a Formation was not even qualified to be a stumbling block.

"Get lost! This wood-attribute Origin is mine!" The one-eyed Loose Cultivator in the lead shouted sharply, summoning a cold-gleaming Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword in his hand.

The Sword Qi was chilling, directly sealing off all trajectories of the falling fragment, and incidentally including Gu Changsheng in the attack range.

Wiping out an annoying ant along the way was just an incidental matter for him.

Gu Changsheng clicked his tongue lightly.

He lifted his leg and stepped forward.

He didn't mobilize a single bit of mana, and the Wither and Flourish dao seed in his Dantian remained quietly dormant.

Pure Physical Body strength erupted in his leg muscles.

Bang!

The mysterious iron floor tile under his feet, which could withstand the aftermath of Purple Mansion battles, instantly exploded into a three-foot-deep crater.

The powerful reaction force pushed Gu Changsheng to rise from the ground.

He was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage, directly tearing out a piercing sonic boom in mid-air.

The one-eyed Loose Cultivator only felt a blur before his eyes.

The man in green robes, who had been ten zhang away, had actually appeared abruptly in front of the fragment with a posture of arriving later but reaching first.

He didn't even activate his protective spiritual light.

He just met that iron-slicing Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword with his bare hands.

"Courting death!" The one-eyed Loose Cultivator shouted, urging the sword technique, the sword tip pointing directly at Gu Changsheng's throat.

Gu Changsheng didn't even look at the Flying Sword.

He pulled his right arm back, his spine twisting violently, emitting a series of bone explosions.

He threw a punch.

Clang!

The fist edge precisely smashed onto the sword tip.

There was no stalemate, no sparks.

That Spiritual Artifact, which the one-eyed Loose Cultivator had nurtured for decades, collapsed inch by inch starting from the sword tip.

The fine iron fragments flew backward, embedding themselves with puchi sounds into the surrounding metal pillars.

The momentum of the fist did not diminish, passing through the sky full of sword blade fragments like a hot knife through butter, and hit the one-eyed Loose Cultivator's chest solidly.

Pfft!

A blinding blood mist exploded in mid-air.

Before he could even scream, the Foundation Establishment Perfection Loose Cultivator was smashed into pieces of meat by this punch.

The warm rain of blood poured down over their heads.

The remaining two Loose Cultivators and two Dragon Palace guards stopped their forward momentum abruptly.

Terror instantly extinguished their greed.

Smashed a Spiritual Artifact with one punch?

Is this something a human can do?

This strength is comparable to those Purple Mansion Dragons going crazy!

Gu Changsheng didn't pay any attention to those small fries who were scared out of their wits.

He opened his five fingers and grabbed the emerald green Dragon orb fragment.

Zzz!

The nine-colored thunder attached to the surface of the fragment instantly rioted.

The violent destructive power drilled into his Meridians frantically along his fingers, attempting to tear this outsider who dared to profane the Ancestral Dragon Origin into pieces.

His skin and flesh instantly turned scorched black, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

"Suppress for me." Gu Changsheng shouted lowly.

Inside his Dantian, the Withered Wood Meets Spring Scripture operated frantically.

The black-green Wither and Flourish mana poured out like a breaking dam, transforming into countless invisible chains, tightly wrapping around the restless fragment.

Thunder governs destruction, and Wither and Flourish also governs life and death.

The two extremely overbearing forces unfolded a tragic tug-of-war in the arm Meridians.

The homologous wood-attribute Dao ultimately occupied the home-field advantage.

Coupled with the abnormal Physical Body tempered by the Dragon Transformation Pool, which resisted the outbreak of thunder.

In just three breaths, the originally manic Dragon orb fragment let out an unwilling wail and completely retracted its light.

It obediently lay dormant between his fingers, turning into a piece of warm, emerald-green jade.

It was done.

Gu Changsheng stuffed the fragment into his storage ring.

The massive vitality fed back along his arm, and the originally scorched skin and flesh scabbed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing brand new texture.

Not far away, Shen Zhiwei felt her scalp tingle as she watched.

This kind of barbaric way of snatching treasures was even more overbearing than those Princes.

"Let's go." Gu Changsheng landed back on the ground, having no intention of lingering in the battle.

The meat grinder in the center of the altar was still running frantically; taking the benefits and retreating was the way to go.

He turned around and was about to take Shen Zhiwei to retreat into the passageway.

A slippery touch suddenly came from his ankle.

A wisp of pink peach blossom miasma had unknowingly crawled along the ground.

It was like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, tightly wrapping around his right leg.

Bone-chilling coldness accompanied by a sweet scent that confused the mind drilled in through his pores.

The retreat path was sealed off.

Gu Changsheng stopped.

His leg muscles exerted force suddenly, attempting to shatter that wisp of miasma.

But the pink smoke was extremely tough; after being shaken apart, it instantly reorganized, becoming even tighter.

"Guest Elder, watch out!" Shen Zhiwei exclaimed, the canglan formation disk in her hand flashing frantically, and a layer of water-blue light screen protected the two of them in the middle.

Gu Changsheng didn't look back.

He stared at the wisp of pink miasma still climbing up his lower leg on his ankle.

In the smoke and dust permeating ahead, a leisurely sound of footsteps slowly came.

Da, da, da.

Every step landed on a heart-palpitating node.

The mist was pushed aside by a tattered folding fan.

Sixth Prince Ao Ming walked out slowly.

His originally luxurious brocade robe was now tattered, and his left arm hung limply by his side, obviously having suffered heavy injuries in the previous explosion.

But on that face, there was still a disgusting, hypocritical smile.

"Guest Elder, why run so fast?" Sixth Prince Ao Ming shook the remaining half of the peach blossom fan in his hand.

His narrow fox eyes stared fixedly at Gu Changsheng's right hand hanging by his side.

There, a trace of unscattered wood-attribute Origin aura still remained.