317: Chapter 317 Li Xiaoyao Collapses! His Master is Turned into a Living Corpse and His Blood is Drained, Lu Sheng Goes Completely Berserk!

That sentence, "Where is the real Dragon?", was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing through Ao Lie's final disguise.

A glitch-like stutter appeared on his handsome and eerie face, and his deep blue pupils flickered wildly like a stream of data.

"Warning... Core logic conflict... Initiating... Final directive..."

Ao Lie's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an over-inflated balloon.

The flood dragon soft armor on his body's surface shattered inch by inch, and a nauseating purple-black color seeped through his skin as countless tiny metal wires mixed with rotting flesh and tendons frantically tunneled out from the cracks.

An extremely unstable destructive aura, a mixture of Abyssal poison and high-energy crystal core explosions, detonated violently within his body.

"Thinking of self-detonating?" No ripple of emotion showed in Lu Sheng's cross-shaped pupils; he even wore a hint of disdain, as if watching a low-quality product short-circuit.

He let go and drifted back a hundred meters.

"BOOM—!!!"

There was no earth-shattering roar; it was more like a giant trash bag filled with chemical waste exploding in mid-air.

Billions of tons of purple-black Abyssal poisonous blood, mixed with countless red-hot mechanical fragments, turned into a filthy storm capable of corroding a Spirit King's Physical Body, shrouding the five-colored warship from above.

"Activate shields!" Dao Yi's expression changed drastically, his horsetail whisk dancing wildly as he brushed Supreme Divine Light onto the five-colored warship's defensive Formation as if it cost nothing.

But the poisonous blood was extremely overbearing. As soon as it touched the light barrier, a "sizzling" corrosion sound rang out, and it looked like it was about to be pierced through.

"Trash belongs in the trash can."

Lu Sheng stood at the bow, looking at the approaching filth, his brow furrowed deeply.

He didn't even bother to use his Dharma Idol.

Behind his head, the silent Five Elements Life-Extinction Wheel slowly emerged and began to rotate in reverse.

"Buzz—"

A black vortex a hundred meters in diameter appeared out of thin air, like a high-powered industrial range hood, swallowing the sky full of poisonous blood and fragments in one gulp.

Inside the ancient desolate heaven swallowing furnace, a flash of gray Desolation fire flickered.

[Ding! Detected low-grade Abyssal energy and industrial waste...]

[Purifying... Purification failed; this substance has no recycling value.]

[Automatically discharged into the System recycle bin.]

Lu Sheng felt his stomach churning, as if he had accidentally eaten gutter oil, and he almost threw up on the spot.

"Damn it, a fake is a fake; even the self-detonation is this disgusting."

He cursed and put away the Five Elements wheel, turning his gaze toward the crystal palace that remained unmoved even in the aftermath of the explosion.

Following Ao Lie's death, the palace gates slowly swung open.

Inside, there was no magnificent dragon throne or jewel-encrusted decorations.

There was only a long corridor shimmering with the cold light of metal.

On both sides of the corridor were rows of ten-meter-high transparent containers, with oddly shaped "Sea Race warriors" submerged in green nutrient solution.

Some shrimp soldiers had lower bodies made of eight-legged spider-like mechanical legs; some crab generals had one claw replaced with a high-speed rotating chainsaw; there were even several seahorses with thrusters spitting blue flames welded onto their backs.

A strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the bloody scent of rust wafted toward him.

How was this a Dragon Palace?

This was clearly a biochemical slaughterhouse beneath the deep sea!

Lu Sheng abandoned the ship and stepped into the Void Realm, walking into the corridor step by step.

"Warning! Intruder detected! Purge mode initiated!"

A cold, synthesized mechanical voice echoed in the corridor.

The cultivation tanks on both sides shattered instantly, and over a hundred synthetic sea beasts, modified into grotesque forms, roared and lunged forward with red light flashing in their eyes.

Lu Sheng remained expressionless as the dragon devouring spear manifested out of thin air in his hand.

He didn't even use any Divine Ability, simply swinging the long spear.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The spear struck like a Dragon, each strike precisely piercing the energy core of a synthetic beast.

Those monsters, capable of causing a bloodbath in the outside world, were as fragile as paper dolls before him.

The terrifying power brought by the Ancient Desolate Divine Body caused every one of his swings to tear through the air, creating sharp sonic booms.

[Ding! Killed an Abyssal synthetic beast, obtained energy points: 50.]

[Ding! Killed an Abyssal synthetic beast, obtained energy points: 45.]

Lu Sheng killed as he listened to the insulting notification sounds in his head, his expression becoming increasingly cold.

"It's all water-injected meat, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."

He sent a mechanical modification with a shark's head flying with a spear thrust. The monster hit the wall, its chest cavity bursting open to reveal not internal organs, but a pile of gears and circuits emitting electrical sparks.

Passing through the corridor, a more grand hall lay ahead.

There were no guards here.

Only rows of even larger transparent tanks stood in the center of the hall like silent giants.

Submerged in the tanks were no longer those shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

They were Dragons.

They were corpses of True Dragons over a hundred meters long, with mangled scales and bloody flesh!

Countless thick metal tubes, like blood-sucking maggots, were deeply embedded in their bodies—some in the heart, some in the spine, and some even directly through the skull.

The other end of the tubes connected to a massive blood pool in the center of the hall, where golden dragon blood, containing majestic life force, was being continuously extracted and collected.

"This... this is..."

Dao Yi and Luo Tianfei, who had caught up, felt their stomachs churn and their faces turned pale as paper upon seeing this scene.

They finally understood where the "Dragon-kin genes" of those synthetic beasts came from.

This was... corpse farming!

Using the corpses of True Dragons as "mothers" to mass-produce those cheap synthetic monsters!

"Beasts... you bunch of beasts!"

A shrill roar, like a cuckoo weeping blood, erupted from Li Xiaoyao's throat.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the third tank on the left, his usually cynical old face now covered in tears and bone-deep hatred.

Submerged in that tank was a slightly smaller green Dragon corpse.

Its left Dragon horn was broken in half—a scar that was unforgettable in Li Xiaoyao's memory.

"Revered Master... it's Revered Master!!"

Li Xiaoyao rushed over like a madman, his hands desperately pounding on the cold tank wall.

The green Dragon corpse inside the tank seemed to hear his call; those turbid Dragon eyes, which had long since lost their luster, suddenly lit up with an eerie red light.

It opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, full of pain and rage, at Li Xiaoyao outside the glass.

Its sanity had long been worn away, leaving only the most primitive instinct to kill.

It had become a... living corpse that only produced dragon blood.

Seeing this scene, the last trace of warmth disappeared from Lu Sheng's ash-gray cross-shaped pupils.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of halls and locking onto the deepest part of this "breeding farm."

There, a throne stood, built from countless dragon bones.

Upon the throne, a blurry figure seemed to be seated.

And on the central control console in front of the throne, rows of twisted, eerie characters that did not belong to this era were flashing rapidly on the screen.

[Buzz...]

[System Prompt: Detected low-level code from the previous era... attempting to crack...]

[Cracking progress: 1%...]