Chapter 143 A Narrow Escape! I Used the Dragon Prince as a Mount in the Core of the Secret Realm

The core of the Kunlun Secret Realm is an ancient ruin floating in the Void Realm.

Giant broken walls and ruins float silently, with every stone carved with the traces of time.

In the very center of the ruins, a magnificent bronze palace looms in and out of sight, radiating a heart-palpitating Emperors Might.

That is the legendary place where the Female Emperor's Physical Body is sealed—the Bronze Immortal Palace.

At this moment, several groups of people have gathered on the plaza outside the Immortal Palace.

These people are different from the small fry encountered on the periphery; each one possesses a profound aura and extraordinary talent, clearly the true core successors of major powers.

The most eye-catching among them is a group of youths wearing golden dragon scale battle armor.

The leader is tall with wild golden hair, and a pair of imposing dragon horns on his forehead reveals his extraordinary status. He is sitting on a golden war chariot pulled by nine flood dragons, his gaze disdainful, like a king patrolling his territory.

The True Dragon Nest Crown Prince, Ao Tian.

"Have those two women with phoenix blood and the Ice Spirit Body not been found yet?"

Ao Tian toys with two dragon pearls in his hand, his voice cold, "This Crown Prince's 'Dragon Control Technique' has reached a Bottleneck, and I urgently need these two top-grade cauldrons to break through. If someone else gets there first..."

"Rest assured, Crown Prince!"

A Dragon Clan guard quickly kneels, "We have already sealed the entrance to the core area. As long as they dare to come, they won't be able to escape even with wings!"

Just as he was speaking, three figures suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

Rather than "walking" over, it was more like they were "drifting" over. Because the man in the middle was half-squinting his eyes, his steps unsteady, with half of his weight hanging on the two stunning beauties beside him.

"They're here! That's them!" The guard points at Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue and shouts.

Ao Tian's eyes light up instantly. Top-grade!

Even from far away, he can feel the pure aura emanating from the two women. It is a scent more alluring than any dragon maiden he has seen within his clan.

As for the man in the middle who looks like he has no bones... Ao Tian ignores him completely. In his view, that is just a piece of trash whose body has been hollowed out by lust, or perhaps just a boy toy for these two women.

"Hahaha! I found it without even looking!"

Ao Tian laughs loudly and stands up from the war chariot. A terrifying dragon aura belonging to a Great Grandmaster of martial arts erupts, instantly enveloping the entire scene.

"Two Fairies, this Crown Prince has been waiting for a long time!"

"As long as you obediently offer your primordial yin to assist my cultivation, this Crown Prince guarantees you can walk sideways in this Secret Realm! I will even take you to the Upper Realm for Ascension in the future and make you my side consorts!"

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue stop. The two look at each other, their expressions somewhat strange.

"Side consorts?" Su Qingyue's mouth twitches, "Is this guy brain-damaged? Does he not know what happened yesterday?"

"The news must have been blocked," Mu Qingxue calmly analyzes, "People on the periphery don't dare to come in, and those who came in are all dead. So... he still thinks he's being humorous right now."

"Hey! You man!" Seeing the two women not speaking, Ao Tian assumes they are intimidated by his kingly aura, so he turns to look at Jiang Chen, waving his hand with a face full of disgust.

"Get lost! This is none of your business. In consideration of you bringing these two Fairies here, this Crown Prince will spare your dog life."

Jiang Chen stops. He slowly, slowly lifts his head. In those sleepy eyes, the arrogant figure of Ao Tian is reflected, as well as that... golden war chariot that looks extremely comfortable and covered in thick beast hide.

"That chariot..." Jiang Chen points at the war chariot, his voice somewhat hoarse. "It looks quite soft."

"Hm?" Ao Tian is stunned, then sneers, "You have a good eye! This is made from the hide of a thousand-year flood dragon..."

"I want it." Jiang Chen interrupts him. His tone is very plain, as natural as buying vegetables at a market. "I happen to be tired of walking and need a bed for transport."

The whole scene is deathly silent. Everyone looks at Jiang Chen as if he were an idiot. Is this guy crazy? Competing with the True Dragon Nest Crown Prince for a war chariot? How is this any different from seeking death?

"What did you say?!" Ao Tian laughs in extreme anger, killing intent boiling in his eyes, "Do you know who you are talking to? This Crown Prince will tear you into pieces right now and feed you to my flood dragons!"

Before the words fall, the nine flood dragons pulling the chariot behind him simultaneously let out deafening roars, opening their blood-filled maws and pouncing toward Jiang Chen with a stench of blood.

"Watch out!" Su Qingyue subconsciously wants to draw her sword. But Jiang Chen's hand presses down on her shoulder.

"Don't move. These beasts pulling the chariot don't need to dirty your hands."

Jiang Chen takes one step forward. Just one step. "Hum—!"

An invisible, terrifying ripple originating from the Soul level instantly erupts with him at the center. This is not the previous "Waking Up Anger," but something more Advanced—[Majesty of the Shepherd God] (System newly unlocked skill: possesses absolute Bloodline suppression over beast-type creatures).

"Kneel." Jiang Chen says softly. The voice is not loud, but to the nine flood dragons, it sounds like an imperial decree from the ancient Ancestral Dragon!

That absolute crushing on the Rank level makes the dragon blood in their bodies instantly solidify, and their Souls tremble.

"Awoo..." The nine flood dragons that were pouncing over fiercely suddenly, at a distance of ten meters from Jiang Chen, look as if their spines have been pulled out, and they all fall from the air simultaneously.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The nine behemoths, at this moment, are like nine little loaches, prostrating themselves at Jiang Chen's feet, shivering all over, and one timid one even pees itself in fear.

"Wh... what?!" Ao Tian, standing on the war chariot, is completely stunned. These flood dragons are Vicious Beasts with thin True Dragon Bloodline! Even facing a Martial Saint powerhouse, it would be impossible to be scared like this by a single sentence!

"Demonic Technique! What Demonic Technique did you use?!" Ao Tian roars, a Dragon-Gall Bright Silver Spear appearing in his hand, his figure like lightning as he thrusts directly at Jiang Chen's forehead. "Go to hell!"

The spear strikes like a dragon, carrying a sharp Qi that tears through space. This strike is enough to pierce through a mountain peak!

However, facing this earth-shattering strike, Jiang Chen simply yawns and then extends two fingers. "Ding!" A crisp sound rings out.

That invincible Dragon-Gall Bright Silver Spear is actually clamped by Jiang Chen's two fingers at the tip, looking effortless!

No matter how Ao Tian circulates his True Qi, even if his face turns the color of liver, the spear does not move at all, as if it were cast into a great mountain.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Jiang Chen half-squints, looking at the terrified Ao Tian, and shakes his head. "Too weak. Not even qualified to give me a massage."

"Snap!" Jiang Chen twists his fingers slightly. That top-grade Spiritual Artifact-level spear actually breaks directly from the tip!

Immediately after, Jiang Chen backhands a slap across. "Slap!"

This slap does not use any fancy techniques; it is purely a physicalized Mental Energy strike.

Ao Tian's pride-and-joy protective dragon scales shatter instantly as if they were made of paper. His whole body spins like a top in the air for dozens of circles, finally crashing heavily onto the ground, smashing a human-shaped crater into the earth.

"Pfft!" Ao Tian spits out a mouthful of blood, which contains several golden teeth. He tries to get up but finds a foot already stepped on his face.

Jiang Chen looks down at him, his eyes indifferent as if looking at an ant. "Who did you say you wanted to take as a side consort just now?"

Jiang Chen applies a little force with his foot, and Ao Tian's facial bones make a cracking sound. "Ah—! Let me go! I am of the Dragon Clan..."

"Slap!" Jiang Chen slaps his mouth again from a distance. "Too noisy."

"Since you are of the Dragon Clan, you should be good at pulling carts, right?" Jiang Chen seems to have thought of a good idea, his eyes lighting up slightly. "Those nine flood dragons are too ugly; they don't match my status. You'll do."

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, Jiang Chen takes out a golden rope from the System space (originally a prop called "Immortal Binding Rope" used to tie up villainous female characters) and expertly loops it around Ao Tian's neck.

Then, he turns and walks to the golden war chariot, kicks the clutter on it away with one foot, and lies down comfortably. "Hm... it really is quite soft."

Jiang Chen pats the space beside him and waves at Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue. "Come up, we have a private car now."

The two women: "..." The onlookers: "..." The True Dragon Nest guards: "..."

Is this something a human would do?! Using the Dragon Clan Crown Prince as a horse?! This is peeling off the face of the True Dragon Nest and rubbing it on the ground!

But under Jiang Chen's terrifying tyranny, no one dares to say a single word of dissent.

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue blush and get on the chariot, sitting on either side of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen nods with satisfaction and flicks the rope in his hand. "Giddy up!" "Hey you... little loach, run towards that bronze palace. If you run slowly, I'll turn you into a skewer."

Ao Tian is so humiliated he wants to commit suicide. But under Jiang Chen's abyss-like and sea-like Mental Energy suppression, he cannot even commit suicide. His body uncontrollably transforms into a half-dragon form, four limbs on the ground, pulling the war chariot that originally belonged to him, crawling step by step towards the depths of the Secret Realm.

On this day, the core area of the Kunlun Secret Realm left behind a legend that would make countless Prodigies of later generations tremble with fear. There was a man who, pillowing his head on peerless goddesses and driving the Dragon Clan Crown Prince, slept all the way into that Female Emperor's Immortal Palace that no one else could enter.