Chapter 406
Chapter 406
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: [Unknown]
Chapter Title: Clash with the Dragon Crown Prince
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Overseas, billions of acres of seawater crashed down with a thunderous roar.
A streak of rainbow light appeared on the horizon. Lu Yang stood within it, his sleeve robes flapping wildly in the wind. Gazing into the distance, he immediately spotted an island comparable in scale to a continental state.
Four Seas Gate.
The Dragon Palace lay on East Island. At this moment, its halls and pavilions stretched endlessly, its towers and terraces gleaming with gold and jade. Countless array formations and restrictions intertwined—it was truly a paradise for ten thousand demons.
In the past, Lu Yang lacked both the ability and the courage to stare directly at the Dragon Palace like this. After all, the Four Seas Gate's Dragon Lord resided deep within. Such brazen spying would surely end with him seized and refined in an instant. But that was then; now was different.
'What a magnificent Dragon Palace.'
Lu Yang circulated [Linglong Heart], observing from afar. A sigh of admiration rose unbidden in his heart.
The Dragon Palace clearly held arrays laid by the Dragon Lord himself. Unless he expended a precious fake golden position opportunity, barging in would bring dire consequences.
'But put another way—as long as I don't barge in, there shouldn't be much issue.'
With that thought, Lu Yang settled his mind.
"Foundation Establishment perfection! How can it be Foundation Establishment perfection!?"
While Lu Yang pondered, the remnant demon soldiers below wore faces full of panic, their complexions drained white. They scrambled backward in a frantic rush:
"Rumble!"
At that instant, a beam of clear light erupted from the Dragon Palace direction. It spanned tens of thousands of li in a blink, halting before Lu Yang only to part abruptly.
A handsome young man stepped forth from within. Sword brows arched over star-like eyes, his bearing heroic and extraordinary. Amid his thick locks protruded a pair of foot-long horns, majestic and imposing—mark of his true dragon bloodline. Eyes like molten lava fixed unblinkingly on Lu Yang.
"I am Tian Qiu."
Though this Dragon Palace Crown Prince boasted noble blood, he carried little arrogance.
"Fellow Daoist, with such profound cultivation, why trouble yourself with mere juniors?"
"Not exactly troubling them."
Lu Yang chuckled softly. He unfurled his palm, revealing two souls nestled there—the very Sui Ying and Sui Ling he had just crushed with one hand.
Tian Qiu exhaled in relief at the sight.
As long as they lived, all was well. Reincarnation was simple enough. Sui Ying and Sui Ling were still young; they could regain their realms in short order.
But the next moment—
"Bang!"
Before Tian Qiu could demand the two Dragon Kings' souls, Lu Yang clenched his fist. The souls shattered outright, scattered to the winds—utterly soulflown and dispersed!
"That's what troubling them looks like."
Lu Yang's words hung in the air. Tian Qiu's face darkened instantly.
He had started polite out of regard for Lu Yang's strength. Otherwise, why waste words? He would have struck like he did Suo Huan.
Yet Lu Yang offered no face at all, slaying the two Dragon Kings right before him. As Dragon Palace Crown Prince, to swallow this insult would ignite uproar—not just overseas, but throughout the true dragon clans!
That thought dropped all pretense from Tian Qiu.
"Offering face you refuse—courting death!"
His mouth split in a grin, baring razor fangs. Lava-golden dragon eyes locked Lu Yang's form entirely in their glare.
The next instant, he shut his eyes.
In that heartbeat, as Tian Qiu's lids closed and Lu Yang vanished from his sight, Lu Yang felt a vast, surging force sweep over him.
His figure blurred, turning illusory!
Tian Qiu's closed eyes erased Lu Yang from vision—and that mere image warped reality itself, seeking to wipe Lu Yang's true body from existence alongside!
'[Encircle Sun and Moon]!'
Such tyrannical, uncanny divine ability drew surprise even from Lu Yang. Yet he stayed utterly calm, watching Tian Qiu's technique unfold.
Then Tian Qiu shuddered. His human form exploded apart, scales gleaming beneath flesh. He propped a profound light auspicious cloud blotting the heavens, revealing his true form: a hornless azure qiu dragon. It thrashed, whipping up myriad golden serpents, its dragon maw yawning blood-basin wide.
The intent clear: devour Lu Yang whole!
'Outsider loose cultivator from beyond the heavens, frog in a well—how could you fathom my arts?'
'This bite will shatter your dharma body!'
Tian Qiu's mind burned with malice. Fangs like a guillotine snapped shut—no indestructible frame could withstand; all would shatter to fragments!
Yet the next instant, his jaws clamped on emptiness.
No solid bite.
Glancing back, the Lu Yang pinned by [Encircle Sun and Moon] had dissolved to phantom shadow. His true body stood unscathed, a hundred meters distant.
"Hm? He dodged?"
Strike missed, Tian Qiu shed his cumbersome dragon form, reverting to human guise. Surprise flickered across his handsome features:
'Not right. This hardly seems the mark of an outsider loose cultivator.'
That sequence looked mundane but was one of his killer moves.
Foes of shallow insight, blind to causality's weave and the hidden shifts, struck true would lose half their life on the spot.
Yet Lu Yang evaded with ease.
The realization stirred caution in Tian Qiu's heart.
'What is this man's true origin?'
Tian Qiu reeled in doubt, thoughts churning. Across the way, Lu Yang breathed true relief, ease gleaming in his eyes.
'This Tian Qiu isn't that strong!'
The overseas fringes after all—not a match for the four great powers.
'Coming here first was indeed right. Charging the heartlands rashly carries risks. Best pick soft persimmons to squeeze.'
Against inland Foundation Establishment perfections, Tian Qiu ranked weak. Past life, even Suo Huan—bolstered by Dao Court office at perfection—soloed him. His prowess mediocre truly; by Ancestor Master Tingyou's measure, mere loose cultivator fare.
That sparked heat in Lu Yang's chest.
'One perfection yields one gold nature. Devoured by [Book of a Hundred Lives], one golden talent! How many perfections dot the world?'
Lu Yang grasped the True Lords' outlook now.
Ripe leeks, thriving tall!
Pity the True Lords secluded—no harvesters about. He'd shoulder the labor himself!
'[Book of a Hundred Lives] rerolling talents is too slow, yields uncertain. Robbing gold natures to forge talents—far swifter!'
First cut: the true dragon race!
"[Heaven-Receiving Principle]!"
Lu Yang flicked his sleeve. The divine halo behind swelled, unveiling sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, lands. Left and right hands drew like bows, slamming together at center.
"Boom!"
Thunderous clamor shook domains aplenty.
In this True Lord-secluded age, perfection clashes ranked peak wars, drawing countless eyes.
"Who's that?"
"A cultivator from beyond the heavens... dueling the Dragon Palace Crown Prince?"