152: Chapter 152 One-stop service!

Su Mo reluctantly let go of Whale Sound and helped her up.

Whale Sound immediately sprang away like a startled fawn, covering her face in a flurry and running off.

Su Mo drew out the dragon sinew, transforming it into a bow and arrow, and slowly pulled it to a full moon.

The next moment, Su Mo took a step, his figure already having left the flying boat, suspended in the Void Realm.

This was a portion of the Law of Space he had comprehended from Whale Sound; with initial use, he could instantly move short distances.

Finally, Su Mo saw the existence that radiated monstrous Dragon might.

A gigantic Dragon, so vast it blotted out the sky, its scales shimmering with black-gold luster.

Su Mo's gaze narrowed slightly; he sensed an aura similar to the Dragon that had crashed and died in the Boundless Sea from this Dragon.

"It seems an enemy has come knocking..."

Su Mo's lips curved into a smirk, and just as he was about to release the arrow, Crimson Prison urgently called out.

"Master! Can you leave that Dragon Clan member a complete corpse?!"

Su Mo's movements paused, and he glanced at Crimson Prison's phantom.

"What? Do you have an idea?"

Upon hearing this, Crimson Prison nodded eagerly:

"Yes, yes, yes! A grand idea! Master!"

"The Bloodline within this Flood Dragon is already on the verge of transformation, just one step away from advancing further."

"Its Physical Body is incredibly powerful; if I can obtain this Dragon body, I will surely recover most of my strength and be able to assist you better in the future, Master!"

His tone was excited, filled with longing for a body:

"Seizing territory, guarding mountain gates, pulling carriages... I guarantee it will be ten thousand times more majestic and practical than this current belt!"

Su Mo began to ponder.

A one-stop Dragon service? Sounds good!

He would constantly place Restrictions on Crimson Prison's dragon sinew body, so much so that Su Mo himself couldn't count how many varied Restrictions were on him now.

Furthermore, with the heavenly dao oath and a trace of his true spirit in his hands, Su Mo wasn't worried that he would betray him later.

"Granted."

Su Mo responded indifferently:

"How do we do it?"

Crimson Prison quickly and cautiously replied:

"Master, you just need to gravely injure him. Afterwards, I have a secret method to corrode his consciousness and complete the Possession."

He was afraid that if Su Mo wasn't careful and utterly annihilated him, he would be heartbroken.

Su Mo nodded:

"Alright."

No sooner had he spoken than the enormous Dragon body had already rushed close.

Long Yuan did not act rashly; a trace of solemnity flashed in his huge, double pupils.

He felt the threat of death from the bow and arrow Su Mo had drawn; even his incredibly powerful physique couldn't withstand that arrow.

But as his gaze swept over the bowstring, an uncontrollable longing surged within Long Yuan's body.

As long as he could refine this bowstring, he would surely be able to purify his Bloodline to an unprecedented degree.

"Young friend, hold your hand!"

Long Yuan's giant mouth opened and closed, his tone filled with urgency and negotiation.

"Can you part with the bowstring in your hand? This Venerable One is willing to exchange it for ten thousand years of treasures from the Nether Abyss Dragon Palace!"

A trace of doubt surfaced in Su Mo's heart.

This Dragon wasn't here for revenge?

Instead, it had set its sights on his belt!

"You want this dragon sinew in my hand?"

"You can..."

Su Mo spoke indifferently, the fully drawn bowstring loosening slightly, as if he were truly considering the trade.

Long Yuan's pupils instantly burst with light of pleasant surprise and greed, his breathing growing heavier, and he eagerly pressed on:

"What are your conditions, young friend? Speak freely, this Venerable One will not bargain!"

Upon hearing this, Su Mo's lips curved:

"Is that so?"

"Then Senior, please make a heavenly dao oath."

Seeing Long Yuan's puzzled expression, Su Mo unhurriedly explained, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern:

"Junior's strength is meager, entirely relying on this dragon sinew for self-defense. If Senior were to eliminate me after the transaction..."

"So, making a heavenly dao oath to ensure Junior's safety is very reasonable, isn't it?"

Long Yuan's mind was entirely focused on the dragon sinew that could transform his Bloodline, so he eagerly agreed:

"Good! Very reasonable! This Venerable One will comply!"

As soon as his voice fell, the oath stipulations Su Mo had already prepared appeared before him.

"This... isn't this a bit too much...?"

Long Yuan looked at the dense text, his mouth twitching involuntarily.

"Junior's strength is meager, and dealing with a Mahayana Stage mighty figure like Senior naturally requires a bit of caution."

"So, a few more stipulations are very reasonable, aren't they?"

"Reasonable... very reasonable..."

Long Yuan gritted his teeth, spitting out a few words with difficulty. For the Opportunity, he endured it!

About half an hour later, Long Yuan finally finished reciting the oath.

"Young friend, can you give this Venerable One the dragon sinew now?"

Sensing that the oath was complete, Su Mo no longer concealed his intentions:

"Give it to you? Of course, I'll give it to you."

"However, I never said when I would give it..."

Long Yuan's body stiffened, and a bad feeling surged in his heart.

Invisible pressure emanated from him, about to fall upon Su Mo.

"What? You still want to snatch it?"

Boom—

A sudden clap of thunder out of nowhere instantly pulled Long Yuan's reason back.

Damn it!

He really couldn't make a move; the first clause of the oath he had just sworn was not to attack Su Mo.

Long Yuan now clearly saw that Su Mo had tricked him and had no intention of trading at all.

Thus, he decisively turned and left.

"Wait!"

In Crimson Prison's anxious gaze, Su Mo called out to Long Yuan.

"Look at this?"

A black-gold scale floated in mid-air before Su Mo.

Long Yuan impatiently turned back, his dark-golden pupils filled with rage:

"junior! You...!"

Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he noticed the Dragon scale with an aura identical to his own.

"It's you! You killed my son!!"

The Dragon Clan's Bloodline made it extremely difficult to bear offspring; he had toiled for half his life and only had three precious sons.

One son gone just like that—it was impossible not to feel pain.

"That's right."

Su Mo licked his lips, as if savoring something:

"I have to say, your son's flesh..."

"Was very tender!"

Boom!!

This sentence instantly ignited Long Yuan's fury. His Dragon claw was raised high, but it lingered, unable to fall.

"Roar—!!"

Long Yuan's body swayed wildly in the air, plowing deep furrows into the ground.

Su Mo hovered in the air, watching calmly, and released the arrow in his hand.

Perhaps because of the Dragon Clan's inherent arrogance, Long Yuan had not made Su Mo swear a heavenly dao oath as well.

A scorching beam of light instantly blasted off half of Long Yuan's body. The aura it contained made it impossible for him to heal his injuries through the power of Law.

"junior! You're breaking your word!"

Long Yuan let out a tragic roar, his eyes filled with disbelief and fury.

"Nonsense!"

Su Mo sternly retorted:

"I am a person who has received nine years of compulsory education, with extremely upright values, and I always keep my word."

"Don't you want this dragon sinew? Here you go!"

Long Yuan's angry roar immediately ceased, and he looked at Su Mo with surprise and doubt:

"Really?!"

Su Mo patted the still dazed Crimson Prison:

"Why are you stunned?"

Crimson Prison snapped out of it, unconsciously swallowing.

Master is truly ruthless!

Killing a Dragon and striking at its heart!

He must never betray him in the future!

The dragon sinew transformed into a streak of light, instantly disappearing into Long Yuan's gaping maw.