316: Chapter 316 A Complete Kill: I Treated You Like Sashimi, But You're Actually a Chimera

The Crystal Canopy blocked the backflow of billions of tons of seawater, yet it could not stop the luxury and arrogance emanating from the depths of the Dragon Palace.

The five-colored warship hovered above the seabed. Three hundred meters ahead, the seawater was forcibly cleared by a domineering force, forming a vacuum Martial Arts Arena.

Ao Lie stood with his hands behind his back.

This guy indeed had the capital to put on airs. Clad in shimmering Flood Dragon Soft Armor, every scale was woven with Deep Sea Mithril filaments, and nail-sized Water-Repelling Beads were embedded in the joints. The cost of this outfit alone was enough to buy half of a medium-sized Sect on land.

His seaweed-like blue long hair moved without wind even in a waterless environment. The cyan dragon scale between his eyebrows pulsed with his breathing, emitting a Spiritual Pressure belonging to a top predator.

Behind him, two rows of Crab Generals, over three meters tall, stood like iron towers.

They were not ordinary shrimp soldiers and Crab Generals, but fully armed heavy infantry. Their dark red carapaces were covered in reinforcement array patterns, and their two huge claws held Deep Sea Sunken Silver Hammers capable of smashing city walls. With every breath, two streams of scorching white Qi puffed from their nostrils, charring the coral reefs beneath their feet.

A level 48 Spirit King, plus twenty Spirit Ancestor guards at the level 40 Peak.

This lineup, placed anywhere in the True Sea, would be enough to flatten any local power.

“My Royal Father is currently slumbering.”

Ao Lie slightly raised his chin, his deep blue eyes not even focusing on Lu Sheng's face. Instead, he looked through the crowd toward the non-existent Void Realm behind the warship. This disregard was a sense of superiority etched into his bones.

“He has no time to deal with you crawling insects from the land.”

His voice, resonating through the seawater, carried a metallic magnetic echo: “Hand over the heart of the true sea of your own accord, then break your own limbs and crawl into the Dragon Palace on your knees to receive punishment. If this Prince is in a good mood, I might consider leaving your corpses intact to feed the Dragon Sharks in the back garden, which would be the highest honor of your lowly lives.”

As his words landed, killing intent surged like a tide.

On the warship's Deck, the fly-whisk in Dao Yi's hand tightened slightly. The Nether Phoenix phantom behind Luo Tianfei grew even more restless, clearly provoked by this blatant humiliation.

Only Lu Sheng, at the eye of the storm, acted as if he had no ears.

He was leaning sideways, one hand on Li Xiaoyao's still-shaking shoulder, the other pointing and gesturing at Ao Lie in the distance, his expression as serious as if he were researching some academic topic.

“Old man, you go out to sea often, you're an expert in this.”

Lu Sheng rubbed his chin, his cross-shaped Dragon Eyes showing no hostility at all, only the scrutiny of a chef picking and choosing at a vegetable market. “For this blue-skinned variety, will the meat be too tough? I see his muscles are quite firm, but I wonder if the earthy taste is strong.”

Li Xiaoyao's body was as stiff as a piece of wood, his teeth chattering: “Young... Young Island Master, that is the Third Prince of the Dragon King... that is a Dragon...”

“I know it's a Dragon, I'm not blind,” Lu Sheng interrupted somewhat dissatisfied.

“I'm asking about the preparation. Can steaming remove the fishy smell? Or should it be braised with lots of spice? Or... I see his skin is quite thin, if sliced into thin pieces for sashimi and dipped in some sea urchin sauce, would the texture be crispier?”

“Pfft.”

Dao Yi really couldn't hold it in; his newly gathered Supreme Oblivion Dao Heart almost crumbled.

Li Xiaoyao's old face instantly turned pale, and he felt like he was about to fall apart: “Ancestor! You can't make this kind of joke! People will die!”

“Die?”

Lu Sheng curled his lip, turned his head, and his gaze finally lingered on Ao Lie for a second, his eyes as contemptuous as if he were looking at a cold dish that hadn't been served yet.

“So what if the Dragon King comes? It's just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks.”

This conversation was not intentionally lowered in volume.

Or rather, Lu Sheng let the other party hear it on purpose.

On Ao Lie's face, which was handsome to the point of being eerie, the expression turned from arrogance to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to an extreme distortion and rage. His originally fair face instantly flushed a liver-purple color, and the veins on his temples bulged like earthworms.

Humiliation.

This was blatant humiliation!

He, the dignified Third Prince of the Dragon Palace, possessing the ancient True Dragon Bloodline, a future king destined to rule the four seas, had actually become a dish of sashimi waiting to be slaughtered in the mouth of this lowly human?!

“Insect... you seek death!!!”

A roar that didn't sound human erupted from Ao Lie's throat.

The surrounding, originally calm seawater instantly boiled.

“Ten-Thousandfold Water Prison — Arise!!”

Ao Lie made a grasping motion toward the warship in the Void Realm with one hand.

Rumble—

The sea area within a thousand miles seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. Billions of tons of seawater, driven by rules, instantly changed their physical form, frantically collapsing and compressing inward, turning into a deep blue cube with sides of a hundred meters, trapping the five-colored warship and everyone on it tightly in the center.

This water prison was no ordinary flow of water; every drop weighed a thousand catties, and the surface was covered with dense blue runes.

That was the “Heavy Water” rule.

Terrifying pressure squeezed from all directions. The five-colored warship's defensive light screen let out a tooth-aching creak, and the ship's steel plates began to deform, as if they would be crushed into a piece of scrap metal in the next second.

“Watch out! It's a high-level rule!”

Luo Tianfei's expression changed, and the Nine Phoenixes cried out behind her. She was about to burn her Origin to forcibly break the situation.

“Save your strength.”

Lu Sheng stood at the bow, not even lifting an eyelid.

He looked at the blue water walls crushing in from all directions as if he were looking at a slightly thicker layer of plastic wrap.

“Flashy but useless.”

Lu Sheng somewhat impatiently raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and made a casual swipe toward the Void Realm in front of him.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of spiritual power.

Nor were there any dazzling light and shadow special effects.

This finger was purely a physical tear of the spatial dimension after Physical Body strength had reached a certain extreme.

“Rip—”

A crisp sound like tearing silk.

The indestructible Ten-Thousandfold Water Prison, which even a Spirit King at the Peak would have to spend some effort to break, had a pitch-black crack appear directly in its center.

The edges of the crack were rough and uneven, yet it carried an unreasonable dominance, swallowing all the Heavy Water rules and runic marks, along with that suffocating pressure.

Seawater poured back.

The pressure suddenly vanished.

The five-colored warship regained its stability.

Calm and serene, as if the crisis just now, which was enough to crush mountains, had never happened.

Ao Lie's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and for the first time, a look of ghost-seeing horror appeared on his face.

How is it possible?

Tearing rules with bare hands? Without even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation? What kind of monster is this?!

Before his brain could process this absurd information.

“Too noisy.”

A lazy voice abruptly sounded in his ear.

Ao Lie's hair stood on end, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But that black figure had already crossed the distance of space, appearing before his proud personal guard like a teleporting cannonball.

Standing before the group of three-meter-tall Crab Generals, Lu Sheng looked somewhat thin.

But his movement of raising his hand was as casual as swatting a pesky fly.

“Bang!!”

A backhand slap.

He didn't even look at them directly.

The Crab General charging at the front, brandishing a sunken silver hammer and about to roar, didn't even have time to make a blocking motion before that large, hard head disappeared.

It didn't fly off.

It exploded on the spot.

That thick carapace, capable of withstanding the strike of a high-level Flying Sword, was as fragile as a thousand-year-old weathered eggshell before Lu Sheng's palm.

A mass of yellowish-white viscous liquid, mixed with broken shell fragments and mechanical parts, exploded like a rotten watermelon, splashing all over the faces of the two Crab Generals next to him.

A Spirit Ancestor powerhouse at the level 40 Peak.

One hit, an instant kill.

The entire field was dead silent.

Only the soft sound of that yellowish-white matter dripping onto the seabed remained.

Lu Sheng stopped his movements and did not continue to attack.

Frowning, he raised his hand, looked at the pool of viscous liquid on his palm, and then looked down at the headless corpse twitching on the ground.

No smell of blood.

Instead, there was a... smell of engine oil?

“Something's not right.”

Lu Sheng shook his hand as if he had touched something dirty. In his cross-shaped Dragon Eyes, a grayish-white light flowed, and the [Dragon Eyes] skill activated instantly, his gaze piercing through the surface to reach the essence of these monsters.

[Species: Abyssal Synthetic Beast · Dragonkin Refined (Inferior)]

[Composition: 73% Mutated Sea Race Gene + 19% Abyssal Putrid Flesh Cells + 8% Genggold Mechanical Skeleton (Mass-produced)]

[Energy Core: Low-grade Artificial spirit source crystal core (Contaminated)]

[Status: Berserk, No pain sensation, Command controlled.]

[Note: Dragon Palace Factory assembly line product, Batch No.: Abyss-003. This is just a pile of cobbled-together garbage.]

The trace of playfulness and appetite in Lu Sheng's eyes vanished completely at this moment.

Replacing it was a coldness and disgust after being fooled.

Synthetic beast?

Mechanical skeleton?

Assembly line?

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over those still-dazed Crab Generals, and locked firmly onto Ao Lie not far away.

[Species: Abyssal Synthetic Beast · Dragonkin Refined (Special Edition)]

[Composition: 35% Ancient Flood Dragon residual blood + 45% Abyssal Lord cells (Diluted) + 20% Superalloy Mimetic Skeleton]

[Energy Core: Flood Dragon Heart Core contaminated by the Abyss (Pseudo)]

[Note: A specimen that is glamorous on the outside but already rotten on the inside. Meat quality is extremely poor, contains potent toxins, inedible.]

So that's how it is.

A self-deprecating cold smile curled at the corner of Lu Sheng's mouth.

This was the truth behind Li Xiaoyao's words “There are no Dragons in the Dragon Palace.”

This place was not some sacred Dragon Clan nest at all; it was a biochemical factory disguised as a Crystal Palace! The so-called dragon sons and grandsons were just a bunch of monsters cobbled together from Abyssal rotten meat and mechanical parts!

“Heh.”

Lu Sheng let out a short, cold laugh, the chill in his voice causing the surrounding seawater to begin to freeze.

“After all that, it turns out to be a bunch of fake and shoddy products.”

He took a handkerchief from his robe and slowly wiped the stains from his fingers, his tone full of disappointment: “I originally wanted to try something fresh, but now it seems... even a dog wouldn't eat this stuff.”

“It can only be treated as trash.”

Ao Lie snapped back from his shock.

Although he didn't understand terms like “Synthetic Beast” or “assembly line,” he understood the disdain in Lu Sheng's tone. It was the disdain of treating him like a piece of excrement!

“Bastard!!!”

Ao Lie felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and his reason completely snapped.

“Kill him!!! Everyone, charge! Tear him to pieces!!”

He retreated violently, a black command flag appearing in his hand, waving it frantically.

The remaining nineteen Crab Generals received the command, red light flaring in their eyes. They let out beast-like roars, brandishing their heavy hammers, and swarmed toward Lu Sheng from all directions.

Lu Sheng stood in place and casually threw away the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands.

The handkerchief fluttered down in the seawater, not yet reaching the ground.

“Dharma Image · Partial Manifestation.”

Lu Sheng's lips moved slightly, softly uttering a few words.

“Hum——————”

Above the warship, the Crystal Canopy suddenly darkened.

Light vanished.

A terrifying Aura that made the Soul tremble tore through space and descended upon this seabed.

That was Desolation.

The deathly silence of the end of all things.

A giant hand that covered half of the canopy, entirely composed of countless grayish-white rule runes, emerged from the Void Realm without warning.

On that giant hand, every palm line was as deep as a ravine, and the fingertips flowed with the Fire of Desolation that could cause rules to collapse. It was like a rag used by a god to clear a table, carrying an unchallengeable will, and it gently made a grasping motion toward the charging Crab Generals below.

There was no suspense.

Those dozen or so Spirit Ancestor Peak powerhouses, who were enough to walk sideways in the True Sea, along with the ten-thousand-catty Deep Sea Sunken Silver Hammers in their hands, were all frozen in mid-air.

Then.

“Crack... crack...”

A dense, tooth-aching sound of shattering rang out.

That was the sound of hard carapaces, reinforced skeletons, and precision mechanical parts disintegrating before absolute power.

It was like someone crushing a bag of expired potato chips.

“Bang!!”

The giant hand closed.

Nineteen yellowish-white fireworks exploded simultaneously.

There were no screams, because the vocal organs had turned to powder in an instant.

Turbid liquid scattered across the sky, turning this magnificent seabed into a mess.

The personal guard that had been aggressive just a moment ago had now become a carpet spread on the ground.

Ao Lie had already retreated to the edge of the Crystal Canopy.

He watched this scene, his legs giving way, his whole body pressed against the canopy, his face long since drained of color, leaving only endless fear.

Monster... this guy is an ancient Vicious Beast in human skin!

Escape! I must escape!

Ao Lie turned to dive into the Dragon Palace's grand defensive formation.

But that giant hand was faster than his thought.

Five towering grayish-white fingers ignored the distance of space and gently closed, grasping Ao Lie along with the hundred meters of space around him in its palm, like catching a loach.

“Ahhh! Let me go! I am the Dragon Palace Prince! My Royal Father is a Spirit Emperor!!”

Ao Lie struggled frantically between the fingers of the giant hand, his Flood Dragon Soft Armor erupting with blinding light, attempting to force a way out.

But under the suppression of that Desolation power, his spiritual power was like frozen ice water, unable to even flow.

Lu Sheng's figure slowly rose into the air.

Without the help of any Magic Treasure, he just stepped through the Void Realm, walking step by step to the front of that giant hand.

He looked at the “Third Prince” in the palm who was still screaming hysterically, as if he were looking at an insect pinched between his fingertips.

The cross-shaped Dragon Eyes in Lu Sheng's eyes turned slightly, the gray light as sharp as a blade.

“Stop shouting, it sounds terrible.”

Lu Sheng extended a finger and lightly tapped Ao Lie's brow.

That originally brilliant cyan dragon scale instantly dimmed, letting out a cracking sound.

“Now, I ask, you answer.”

Lu Sheng's voice was very light, yet every word was like a nail, driven into Ao Lie's brain.

“The real Dragons...”

“Where are they?”