153: Chapter 153 The Dragon Emperor's Mount!

"Aaaah!"

The surprise on Long Yuan's face instantly turned into extreme pain and horror.

He felt a scorching hot object forcefully enter his Sea of Consciousness in a barbaric manner, brutally eroding his Divine Soul.

"What did you give me?!"

"Get out!!"

Long Yuan let out a painful roar in his Sea of Consciousness, desperately mobilizing his Divine Soul power, trying to expel the scorching Qi.

But it was completely futile, like throwing meat buns to a dog; the Divine Soul power that came into contact with the scorching Qi not only failed to disperse it but instead made it grow at an even faster rate.

"Give up, resistance is meaningless. Hand your body over to me..."

Crimson Prison's greedy and eager words echoed in Long Yuan's mind, full of temptation and an unquestionable tone:

"Your powerful Bloodline and strength shouldn't be buried like this. Fuse with me, and I will lead you to the Peak."

While accelerating its erosion, it painted a illusory blueprint in Long Yuan's mind, attempting to dismantle his last will.

However, externally, Long Yuan's upper Dragon body struggled continuously, and a decisive light suddenly burst forth from his gradually dimming eyes.

"You wish to possess me?!"

He roared with his last ounce of strength.

Immediately, extremely unstable and world-destroying terrifying fluctuations began to emanate from within him.

Seeing this, Su Mo frowned and spoke indifferently.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

As his voice fell, Crimson Prison immediately became nervous, not daring to delay in the slightest.

"Want to self-destruct? You'll have to ask if this Dragon agrees first..."

Long Yuan's brewing self-destruction fluctuation seemed to be paused, gradually retracting back into his body.

"How... is this possible..."

"You are merely a Dragon Clan member with impure Bloodline; trying to self-destruct in front of a true Dragon is still too naive."

Crimson Prison's condescending mockery completely drowned out Long Yuan's last consciousness, completing the Possession.

The massive Dragon body completely quieted down.

After a moment, the giant Dragon's eyes slowly opened, its originally dark golden pupils now stained red.

"Master, I have not failed my mission."

Crimson Prison adapted to this powerful body, raised its head, and let out a low Dragon roar.

He used the Law of power to quickly repair the damaged Dragon body.

In just a few breaths, a complete, majestic Dragon body, radiating the aura of a Mahayana Late Stage, once again appeared before Su Mo.

Crimson Prison very sensibly lowered its massive Dragon head respectfully, carefully lifting Su Mo.

Su Mo's tiny figure stood on the mountain-like Dragon head, exuding an unquestionable dominance.

"Master, please."

Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back on the Dragon head, a slight curve to his lips, and chuckled softly:

"Well done."

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

"Let's return to the flying boat."

"Yes!"

Crimson Prison responded, its massive Dragon body swaying, yet it carried Su Mo with extraordinary stability, flying towards the flying boat... The speed of a Mahayana Stage was extremely fast, catching up to the flying boat ahead in an instant.

Feeling a terrifying aura descend, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they came to the deck.

"Such terrifying pressure! And it carries the aura of the Dragon Clan!"

Heaven Battle's expression was solemn:

"Could it be the Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor of the Nether Abyss Dragon Palace pursuing us?!"

The next moment, Whale Sound's words answered his question.

"Nether Abyss... Dragon Emperor!"

Her eyes showed horror, her face instantly lost color, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Whale Sound had met the Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor once when her father brought her into the Nether Abyss Dragon Palace.

Although it was only one encounter, Whale Sound would never forget the aura he exuded in her entire life.

"How can this be..."

Heaven Battle immediately realized the current situation and roared in a low voice:

"Prepare for the jump!"

"Where's Su Mo?!"

Only now did he realize that Su Mo was not on the deck at all, and his aura could not be felt anywhere on the entire flying boat.

Suddenly, a chill instantly shot up his spine!

Heaven Battle stiffly raised his head bit by bit.

He saw the Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor's massive head quietly looking down at them from above, the terrifying Dragon might almost suffocating everyone.

It's over!

This was the only thought in Heaven Battle's mind; being targeted by such an existence meant almost no possibility of survival.

But he still decided to risk his life to try and gain some time:

"Senior Dragon Emperor, this Junior is the Second Young Lord of the Tianyuan Merchant Guild. My father is a Body Integration Late Stage Cultivator and the Guild Master of the Tianyuan Merchant Guild. My grandfather is a Mahayana Stage Cultivator..."

After he finished listing his family background, the Nether Abyss Dragon Emperor showed no reaction, and the atmosphere instantly fell into a dead silence.

In this despair-inducing silence—

A familiar voice suddenly came from above the Dragon head:

"Second Brother, what are you planning by saying all that?"

Su Mo's slightly teasing words echoed in everyone's ears.

What made them widen their eyes even more was that the giant Dragon head did not attack them but slowly lowered its head, stopping beside the flying boat with extreme docility.

There was a dead silence on the flying boat.

Heaven Battle was so astonished that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, speaking incoherently:

"You... it... Brother-in-law... this... Dragon Emperor..."

"What exactly did you do?!"

His brain was completely unable to process the scene before him.

Li Xing's wine gourd clattered onto the deck, and he didn't even notice the wine spilling out, only muttering:

"It's over, it's over... I drank too much wine... I'm hallucinating..."

Immortal Master Qian Ji, on the other hand, excitedly stepped forward:

"So big! I wonder how it tastes..."

Xiao Yurou also covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, but more so with joy.

Su Mo slowly walked down from the Dragon head and stood on the deck:

"I just hunted this from the mountains; it looked quite plump, so I brought it back."

This joke immediately livened up the atmosphere.

Heaven Battle walked over unceremoniously, lightly punched Su Mo's chest, and cursed with a smile:

"You brat..."

"Crimson Prison, say hello."

Su Mo commanded indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the massive Dragon body immediately transformed into a human form.

In the blink of an eye, a tall man wearing a black-gold Dragon-patterned robe and a dignified face appeared before everyone.

His appearance bore some resemblance to the previous Long Yuan, with Crimson Prison's unique cunning and respect for Su Mo in his brows.

He slightly cupped his hands towards Heaven Battle, his voice low:

"Crimson Prison, greetings to all."

Several people looked at Su Mo's waist in astonishment; indeed, the belt had disappeared.

A possibility flashed in Heaven Battle's mind:

"Possession?"

Su Mo's faint nod was his answer.

Heaven Battle immediately came to his senses, hastily cupped his hands in return, and forced out an enthusiastic smile:

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Crimson Prison. From now on, we are family, please take care of us, please take care of us."

His heart was filled with immense joy and a sense of security.

Gaining a Mahayana Stage combatant out of nowhere was like a pie falling from the sky.

Crimson Prison maintained a stern expression, nodding slightly:

"You are too kind."

He then naturally stood behind Su Mo, appearing to defer to Su Mo.

Su Mo looked at Heaven Battle, who instantly felt much more confident, and shook his head helplessly:

"Alright, let's go. To Tianji Pavilion."