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Chapter 514 Obtaining the Treasure Dragon Scale, Basong's Shock!

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With a loud crash, the dragon howled in pain, smashing its head against a coral reef and rolling over, trying to crush the damned hairless monkey on its body.

Despite its best efforts, the hairless monkey on its back seemed to be stuck to it. No matter how much it struggled, it couldn't shake off the creature. What was even worse was that the hairless monkey would peel off its scales while it was on top of it.

He started tearing at his own scales, and in a short while, the dragon felt as if many scales had been torn off his back.

The dragon was in so much pain it was almost crying, but it was helpless; no matter what it did, it was difficult to shake off the human on its body.

Moreover, that human's fist was too hard. It had punched it a few times and completely stunned it. At that moment, it felt as if its internal organs were being burned by pain.

The dragon couldn't take it anymore. It felt that if it let the humans beat it for another half an hour, it would definitely be tortured to death.

But this human has used some unknown means, and now seems to have transformed into a terrifying demon. I am no match for him at all. What should I do?

At this moment, Chen Jie's state was clearly off. His golden eyes radiated indifference to life, as if all other life in the world was like trash in his eyes.

The dragon before him had offended him, so he would grind it to dust.

At this moment, Chen Jie fought more and more fiercely, and his strength increased with each blow. Just when he was about to smash the dragon to death, suddenly, Chen Jie's heart pounded twice in an overloaded manner. Then his face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, a sliver of clarity slowly returned, and Chen Jie regained his rationality. Meanwhile, Chen Jie felt that the power of the divine blood within him was about to reach its peak.

Unfortunately, Chen Jie's current body simply couldn't support the divine blood reaching its peak state. Moreover, Chen Jie could feel that his entire body was in intense pain, a pain that felt like it was about to fall apart. That kind of pain was indescribable and not even a simple physical pain.

The fact that Chen Jie's heart was pounding so hard and that mouthful of blood indicated that his body was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Jie knew that he was about to lose control of his condition.

What made Chen Jie even more unwilling was that even in this state, it would be difficult to kill the dragon immediately. The dragon was too thick-skinned and tough. It could be said that with the strength of the dragon's body, unless a real terrestrial deity came in person, it would be invincible and no one could truly kill it.

Its defense is simply terrifying. Even if a fifth-level Molten God of the same level came, he might not be able to do anything to it. This is the main reason why this dragon has no rivals in the seabed. In short, it is terrifyingly strong.

Chen Jie paused his movements for a moment, which gave the dragon an opening. It suddenly felt that the hairless monkey on its back had stopped moving, as if it had split into two. Being as clever as it was, it immediately reacted and then suddenly flipped over.

Taking advantage of the moment when she was heartbroken and her senses returned, she was in a weakened state and was immediately thrown off by the dragon.

The dragon was so frightened that it turned tail and ran away without any thought of turning back or fighting back. It was too terrifying. Its animal instincts told it that if it didn't run, it would die, and die a very horrible death.

Seeing the dragon fleeing wildly, Chen Jie coughed up another mouthful of blood. At this moment, the power of the divine blood was slowly fading, and as the power of the divine blood faded, Chen Jie felt that his whole body was in a state of collapse.

It felt as if his bones were breaking inch by inch, his muscles were being torn into shreds, and his heart was beating wildly beyond its capacity. With each beat, Chen Jie experienced an excruciating pain that was hard to detect. This was a state that Chen Jie had never experienced before in his life.

This is the super side effect of divine blood.

This divine blood is like a super-powerful stimulant; after using it, one can achieve a near-invincible state, but the side effects are definitely not something an ordinary person can withstand.

"Wow~"

At this moment, Chen Jie knelt on the ground, vomiting blood violently. He was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Jie gritted his teeth and endured everything, enduring the excruciating pain. At the same time, he silently activated the Four Seasons Celestial Phenomenon Technique, the Spring God's Wrath, and the strongest combination of the three gods: the Fire God Zhurong and half of the Winter God Xuanming. He poured all of these into the Spring God's body without reservation.

Then unleash the Spring God's ultimate move: [Spring God's Wrath - Withered Trees Rejuvenate!]

"Withered Trees Rejuvenate" is the strongest move of the Spring God's Wrath, and it is also the most practical state that Chen Jie feels is within the Four Seasons Celestial Phenomenon Technique. Under normal circumstances, as long as he activates this move, "Withered Trees Rejuvenate," no matter what kind of damage Chen Jie suffers, he can immediately recover to his original state.

But today, Chen Jie found that his condition was extremely poor, to the point of no return. Even after using the "Withered Tree Rejuvenates" technique, he still couldn't suppress the injuries and pain in his body.

Chen Jie had a feeling that the current state of his body was like a withered tree sprouting new life, bringing powerful life force. This life force was frantically repairing Chen Jie's injuries as it entered his body. On the other hand, the terrifying backlash of the divine blood was tearing his body cells apart again.

This repeated cycle kept Chen Jie's body in a state of constant imminent collapse.

Chen Jie knew that it was impossible to stop the injury in a short time; it could only heal slowly over time. However, Chen Jie was certain of one thing: he would not die.

This divine blood is indeed terrifying. After using it once, without a strong ability to repair oneself, one simply cannot withstand the backlash from this divine blood.

This is because Chen Jie had learned the Three Divine Arts of the Ancient Human Emperor and the Four Seasons Celestial Phenomenon Technique, and had the bug-like repair skill of Spring God's Wrath as a guarantee. Otherwise, other experts in the Fusion God Realm might have died from the pain.

In other words, using this divine blood once could take a life.

Fortunately, Chen Jie had the Wrath of the Spring God as his trump card, which allowed him to withstand the backlash from the divine blood. However, he could no longer stay in this place.

Chen Jie looked around at the seabed. He couldn't stay here any longer. Who knew if the escaped dragon would come back? If it did, facing an extremely weak version of himself, wouldn't he be courting death?

Thinking of this, Chen Jie decided to escape. Taking advantage of the power still contained within him from the divine blood, he would release it once more, which would allow him to escape this sea area with him.

But before escaping.

Chen Jie looked at the dozen or so dragon scales scattered on the ground, all of which he had torn off in his frenzied state.

These are truly valuable items. You must know that even when I entered that pseudo-terrestrial immortal realm, I couldn't shatter these dragon scales with a single punch. This shows just how strong they are.

If I could take this back and make myself a set of dragon scale armor, wouldn't my defense be invincible?

Thinking of this, Chen Jie picked up the dozen or so dragon scales on the ground. Then Chen Jie suddenly remembered that the body of the Siamese national master should be at the bottom of the sea. The Siamese national master was also at the second level of the Fusion God realm and had a Dao Fruit on his body.

Why don't I go over there and snatch that Dao Fruit? Then I can enter the second stage of the Fusion God realm.
Thinking of this, Chen Jie went directly to the seabed where the Siamese royal preceptor had died. However, after arriving at the place, Chen Jie searched everywhere and for a long time but could not find the body of the Siamese royal preceptor.

Strange, it's right here.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Jie clutched his aching heart, coughing up blood, and said, "But we just can't find it. Isn't that strange? Where could a perfectly healthy corpse have gone? Could it have survived? Did it run away on its own?"

Chen Jie frowned, thinking to himself that it was most likely that the fierce battle just now had caused the dragon to cause the surrounding ocean currents to sweep away the corpse, and that a long time had passed since the death of the Siamese national teacher.

At this point, even using the Quran from a Living Buddha would be insufficient to liberate the deceased's spiritual attainment.

After all, the process of delivering the Dao Fruit requires it to be done while it's still fresh. If it takes too long, it will be difficult to do, and there is also a certain chance of failure. Of course, there are drawbacks, but just now there was a corpse of a second-stage Molten God.

One second-stage Fusion God is worth three Dao Fruits – that's a huge deal!

Moreover, Chen Jie currently possesses a Dao Fruit given to him by the King of Ruyang. Any one of the three Dao Fruits would be enough for Chen Jie to increase his strength and advance to the second stage of the Fusion God realm.

Unfortunately, the corpse is gone, and my own body, cough cough, can't hold on any longer. Now I can only leave as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Chen Jie immediately chose a direction and dared not delay at all. Chen Jie felt that if he had another minute, he might have completely fainted here.

Thinking of this, Chen Jie used the last remaining power of the divine blood in his body to find a direction, and with a whoosh, he disappeared from the spot.

At that moment, a ball of blood-red energy enveloped Chen Jie and disappeared into the seabed with a whoosh at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

This was Chen Jie's last strength. After he flew out, he fell into a coma. His speed was entirely due to the blood-red qi in his body. When the power of this blood-red qi was exhausted, Chen Jie would be randomly stranded somewhere. What would happen after that would depend on fate.

However, with Chen Jie's current strength, he should not be in any danger.

Just like that, Chen Jie fell into a coma. However, before losing consciousness, Chen Jie took out the martial arts treasure, the human skin mask, that Liu Caidie had given him from his storage ring and put it on his face. Instantly, Chen Jie became a scarred and ugly man.

Chen Jie didn't even know where he was launched to before he passed out.

Not long after Chen Jiefeng left, another person swam down from above the waves, acting furtively and cautiously, like a thief preparing to steal something.

That's right, the one who came down this time was none other than the Siamese royal preceptor, Pasong.

Basong then submerged, moving stealthily and furtively. He was there to retrieve the body. He knew perfectly well that the terrifying commotion that had just occurred underwater must have been caused by the thief triggering the divine blood.

Only the powerful bloodline of immortals can go toe-to-toe with a dragon; no other power can do it.

That's why Bassong felt his opportunity had arrived.

Immortal blood, hehe, not just anyone can use it; the price of using immortal blood is one's life.

According to their national records, a Siamese monk once used the blood of immortals to fight against a powerful figure from Baiyue. After using the blood of immortals, the monk's power indeed reached an incredible level, described in the original text as: comparable to an immortal.

However, the price was enormous. After using the immortal blood, the high monk's meridians were severed and his heart burst, resulting in his death!

This is the terrifying price of divine blood; it requires sacrificing one's life.

Basong dared to use the blood of the immortals because he obtained a magical artifact from ancient ruins. It was a mysterious black magic tool left behind by the god of black magic, Yin Shen Pu Luo, in the legends of Siam.

Black magic, the national art of Siam, is generally characterized by its secrecy and intrigue. It includes many techniques that sound terrifying to later generations, such as raising ghost children or the flying head technique, among other evil spells. But what Basong obtained was not these low-level spells, but a true divine artifact left behind by the spirit god Pura.

[Scapegoat]

This is a seemingly ordinary straw doll, but the straw is made from the legendary grass of hell, and it has been imbued with supernatural powers by the Yin God Pu Luo.

Ultimately, it served as a substitute for someone else's death.

The user can refine this substitute straw doll into the body of the target he wants to sacrifice in advance, and then if the user encounters a fatal injury in the future, the substitute straw doll can block the fatal blow for the caster.

Even if the user is burned to ashes by someone else, as long as the substitute straw man has the power, the user can slowly recover to normal, and all the damage will be transferred to the target of the substitute straw man.

This is the secret of Basong's immortality.

It's a pity that there weren't many of these substitute straw men, Basong, available at the time. Otherwise, Basong would have had countless lives, making him a formidable opponent.

Even though the number of these substitute grass people is small and they are all disposable items, it is still enough to be called an invincible skill.

It was precisely because of the overpowered skill of the substitute straw man that Basong set his sights on this divine blood.

There is no doubt that the blood of immortals can bring great power. The only downside is that after using it, one will suffer a backlash from the blood and may die. But wouldn't you know it, Basong is not afraid of death. At worst, he can just send a straw man to die as a substitute.

It can be said that the divine blood and Basong's substitute straw man are a perfect match, which is why Basong so desperately desires the divine blood.

Unfortunately, that despicable thief beat him to it. But at this moment, Basong felt that the thief was the dumbest thief in the world. He dared to dabble in the blood of the gods because he had a scapegoat who could use other people's lives to pay for his own.

How come this petty thief also has a scapegoat, and can make others die in his place?

No, how could I dare to use the blood of immortals? That would be pure suicide!

Presumably, the seabed is calm now, and that little thief must have been killed by the divine blood.

At this point, he could go down and collect the spoils. There were three drops of divine blood in total, and only one drop could be consumed each time. This meant that if he went down and found the thief's corpse, he could extract at least two more drops of divine blood.

Although that little thief wasted a drop of divine blood, it's not too late to get two drops now!
Having figured this out, Basong immediately dived into the sea, being extremely careful for fear of disturbing the dragon, although the dragon was probably too frightened to turn back and attack him in the short term.

However, I still need to be careful, after all, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

With that thought in mind, Basong dived into the seabed, where he saw ruins everywhere, including trampled coral reefs and various marine creatures that had been killed by the impact.

Basong wasn't interested in any of that; all he wanted to do now was find Chen Jie's body. Where? Where?
Basong was at his wits' end, because he had searched almost the entire area but still couldn't find the thief's body.
At this point, Basong became anxious. Where could such a fresh-faced corpse go?

The person didn't die and escaped?
Basong considered a possibility, but immediately dismissed the idea. Impossible, such a thing was simply impossible. You must know that the high monk who used the blood of the immortals and died of a sudden heart attack was a third-level fusion god, as recorded in the national book.

Even a third-stage Fusion God couldn't withstand the backlash of the Immortal Blood, so how could that little thief at the first stage of Fusion God withstand it?
Don't be ridiculous, how could such a thing possibly happen?

Not at all.

Thinking of this, Basong simply did not believe that Chen Jie could survive the backlash of the divine blood, because it was simply impossible to complete.

So, apart from the fact that this person left alive, there are only two possibilities left: one is that the body was swept away by ocean currents and its whereabouts are unknown.

Another possibility is that it was swallowed by a dragon and became its snack.

Regardless of which one it is, it means that Basong will never be able to obtain those two drops of divine blood.

Ah!
Basong was enraged. He swung his palm and knocked down a large chunk of a nearby broken coral reef, but he was still not satisfied.

Thinking of this, Basong felt very depressed. It was truly a pity that God was not on his side.

But getting angry now was useless, so Basong roared and rushed out of the water, swimming towards the edge of the Hidden Dragon Abyss.

Although they didn't obtain the Immortal Blood, the Thirteen Pirate Gangs of the South China Sea have been almost completely wiped out, and the Thirteen Pirate Gangs practically represent the entire naval power of many small countries in the South China Sea.

Now that they've lost all their wealth, it's time for me to begin my plan to conquer Southeast Asia.

Thinking this, Basong swam quickly, while the Siamese warships on the outer perimeter, having just experienced the baptism of the storm, were now finally at a resting point as the sea calmed down.

King Vu Phing of Siam then drew his sword from the deck, stood up, looked into the distance, and said, "The waves have calmed down."

Upon hearing this, the first mate immediately replied, "Yes, Your Highness, things have calmed down."

King Wuping nodded and said, "It really is a terrifying scene."

The first mate then asked, "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Prince Wuping was taken aback by these words. Just as he was about to reply, a soldier suddenly shouted, "Your Highness, look, someone is swimming towards our ship!"

Upon hearing this, King Wuping looked over and saw a person rushing towards him at an incredible speed on the sea. King Wuping's eyes lit up; it was the Imperial Advisor.

Sure enough, the man rushed to the warship and then jumped out of the sea.

With a loud thud, he stepped directly onto the deck, thump...

"I've met the Imperial Master."

At this moment, a group of sailors immediately knelt down on one knee and paid their respects to Basong.

Basong ignored the sailors and walked directly toward King Wuping. King Wuping waved for the sailors to get back to their business, and then walked toward Basong.

"Imperial Preceptor, have you obtained the immortal blood?"

King Wuping really knew how to rub salt in the wound, which made Basong very unhappy. Instead of answering, he asked, "How did you do? Were all thirteen pirate groups wiped out?"

At this moment, King Wuping's expression also stiffened.

Basong frowned and said, "Something went wrong?"

King Wuping said with a wry smile, "Li Bona, the one-eyed tiger of Zhenla, has escaped."

Basong's face turned ugly as he looked at King Wuping and said, "Naxuan, you... well, never mind, one Libona can't cause much trouble."

At this moment, King Wuping looked at Basong and said, "Grand Preceptor, you are right. As long as we get our hands on the Immortal Blood, not to mention Libona, even if the Great Qian in the north were to make a move, it would not be able to pose a great threat to us. No one can stop our progress in unifying the South Seas."

Upon hearing this, Basong said with a dark face, "The divine blood has gone wrong."

"what!"

King Wuping looked at Basong in surprise. Basong's face darkened slightly as he said, "We were almost in our hands, but a little thief beat us to it halfway."

"Little thief?"

King Wuping looked at Basong in surprise. Basong said, "That's right, he should be a Han Chinese who took advantage of my inadequacy to seize the immortal blood."

King Wuping paused for a moment before asking, "Where is that little thief now?"

Basong pondered for a moment and said, "His whereabouts are unknown. That little thief activated his divine blood and fought a bloody battle with a dragon. After the battle, I went down to the seabed to look for him, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the entire ocean."

King Wuping said, "If the bloodline of immortals has been activated, how could he still be alive? He must be dead."

Basong: "I must find him alive or dead! Unless he was swallowed by a dragon, I must find him!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Wuping asked, "Then what do you mean?"

Basong: "Find me an artist. I need to paint a portrait of that petty thief first, and then issue a bounty. I want to offer a reward for him throughout Southeast Asia."

Upon hearing this, King Wuping said, "Very well, I will immediately send someone to find a painter."

After a moment's thought, King Wuping said, "Grand Preceptor, should we wait until we find this little thief, obtain the immortal's blood, and then begin conquering the Southeast Asian countries, or..."

Basong said, "How can we miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

After saying this, Basong said, "Return to port immediately, prepare the troops, and get ready for war!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)