Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Zhao Ying stood firm like a pine tree, twirling her spear with one hand to shatter the layers of white mist that attacked her.

"Blatantly stealing like this, aren't you afraid of angering the Black Serpent God?"

"It's just a quick battle." It was that same androgynous voice, echoing all around, its direction unclear. "The Xuan Snake God is undergoing the Xuan Stone Tribulation and cannot possibly make any major moves."

"And in Zhongshan..."

As they were talking, a long tail of condensed mist silently appeared, as if a high wall were about to collapse and crush the woman.

Without the protection of the warrior spirit, the magical power within the body is limited.

Zhao Ying shielded the frog and the black crow under her chest, taking the brunt of the dragon's tail blow with her own body.

The white mist splashed like water, like flying blades, cutting into her clothes.

"Sizzle."

Several cuts were made to his waist, abdomen, and thighs, but the skin and flesh were not injured.

"You think you can hurt people with this soft, fluffy fog?" Zhao Ying sneered.

"Sister, sister," Xuan Ya called softly, "Let me go, I have a way to dispel this fog."

"No."

"I really have a way!"

"Don't let go of my hand!" the woman growled, tightening her grip even more, almost causing the two little ones to spit out acid.

Zhao Ying absorbed the attack formed from the white mist without hesitation. She had attained enlightenment through martial arts, and the flexibility and resilience of her physical body were even comparable to that of magical artifacts.

The Soldier Demon is born from the battlefield of slaughter. If the two little ones he holds inhale even a tiny bit of it, their minds will likely be overwhelmed by the frenzied killing intent, causing them to become mentally impaired and regress to ordinary beings.

If we can only stay put and not advance or retreat, keeping ourselves in Zhongshan, the demonic dragon will retreat on its own.

"This is so frustrating," Zhao Ying said, gritting her teeth.

The blade formed from white mist slashed at my body; although I was unharmed, it still hurt.

Moreover, those blades began targeting the most despicable and underhanded methods, and the attacks became increasingly frequent.

It wanted to force me to move... to lure me out of Zhongshan territory.

The woman's eyes were stern as she drove the spear into the soil.

"It'll shake a bit from here, you two bear with it."

Having said that, she twisted her waist, using the Xuan spear as a base, and moved like a butterfly among countless white blades.

His exceptional eyesight and reflexes caused the blades that were originally aimed at his groin to strike the woman's back instead.

The misty dragon tail pressed down, but it only managed to smash through with its body.

Time passed second by second, the attack was fruitless, and the mist surged, casting a short, thick, serpentine shadow about five zhang in size.

A pair of three-fingered dragon claws parted the white mist, revealing the upper half of the dragon's body, with a bright pearl embedded in its forehead and horns hanging from its head. Its back was azure, its belly pure white, and its scales grew upwards against the sky.

From its head to its waist and then to its tail, it also has three pairs of pinkish-white fin-like appendages that help it swim in the fog.

"Only your head looks like a dragon. Did you get knocked down halfway through your dragon transformation?" Zhao Ying sneered.

"Hmph, just look at it."

The mirage-like dragon snorted coldly and threw out a clam shell.

Frostbite, burns, corrosion, and deep wounds from knives piercing the bone covered its surface, and the clam shell was almost completely smashed.

"You frog, jump out now, and I might spare your life, General Clam."

"Impossible!" Zhao Ying interrupted before the frog could speak. "I'm not putting it down. Either fight it or run away, you choose!"

The arm tightened its grip, instantly scattering the words the frog had been holding back.

Don't give it a chance to speak.

"Humans..." A chilling killing intent burned in the golden eyes of the mirage dragon.

Zhao Ying suddenly felt a heat in her chest; it was from that snake scale, as if its owner was already close by.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and her eerie color made the blood of the mirage dragon boil.

The white mist surged and churned, and countless extremely fine, hair-like spikes quietly condensed, densely surrounding them.

"Father said it's best to capture them alive, I'll give you a chance..."

"Who is your father? Can he handle our betrayal?" Zhao Ying suddenly asked. "What if we run away and the Xuan Snake God hunts us down?"

"The third Dragon King of the East Sea, Shen." The Shen-type demon dragon solemnly called out the name, "As long as you take one step forward, you can leave Zhongshan. The mist of our Shen dragons can help you hide your tracks."

"Okay, that's enough, you're useless now."

"?"

The dragon, a creature belonging to the mirage, was suddenly filled with rage.

The three-fingered dragon claw made no further pause and immediately grasped the air.

However, what accompanied its movements was the white mist surrounding it.

An incredibly strong suction force, like a vortex, suddenly arose behind it.

The mist, along with the spikes, pebbles, and water, was swallowed up by a gaping maw.

In an instant, the world became clear and bright, and the bright moon shone with its pure light.

"Can it be cured?" A voice, as if chewing lava, came from behind.

The mirage-like dragon suddenly turned around.

But then a huge, crimson serpent, as large as a river, appeared, coiled in the void.

The large clam, which had been severely damaged, was now being held in the air by the red snake's tail.

"There's nothing I can do, I can't cure it." Zhao Ying's gaze swept past the mirage-type demon dragon, her tone regretful.

As soon as the arm relaxed slightly, the evil frog let out a piercing croak.

"Don't shout, we didn't ask you."

The red serpent threw the giant clam into the air, and though there was nothing to support it, it hovered in mid-air.

Vast spiritual energy rose from the mountains and the marshes, surging in from all directions, covering the wounds all over the giant clam's body.

Like a scab, it helps it regenerate its body.

The vibrant green of life even overshadowed the moonlight.

"Dragon..." Under the shadow of the giant serpent's golden and silver heterochromatic eyes, the mirage-type dragon trembled uncontrollably.

A fear originating from its very soul and even its sea of ​​consciousness terrified it, causing it to lose its levitation and plummet to the ground, its five-zhang-tall body uttering a desperate murmur.

"The Dragon King...?"

"The Dragon King?"

The giant serpent slithered closer, its body winding and obscuring the bright moon, casting a massive shadow upon the mirage-like dragon.

It was as if a mountain had collapsed, pressing down on it, causing its demonic power, blood, and even thoughts to freeze, rendering it unable to move.

"Do you think I'm comparable to your so-called third Dragon King of the East Sea?"

"Is there?"

Zhao Ying, the frog, and the little black crow shook their heads repeatedly upon hearing this.

"Zhongshan is not only home to the Xuan Snake God..." The giant snake approached the mirage-type demon dragon, its heterochromatic eyes radiating divine light that shone directly into its heart.

The endless white fog, vast as the sea, surged forth, but it was nothing more than fuel for the torch.

"Release it, and we can give you another chance to transform into a dragon." Suddenly, a pair of crimson-gold pupils lit up in the mist.

It was far larger than the mirage-like dragon that invaded Zhongshan; even one of its eyes was enough to hold it.

"All scaled dragons in the world, even those with the destiny of Azure Dragon, Yinglong, or Ancestral Dragon, will choose to absorb water elements in the East Sea to hatch."

"We can give you a real chance to transform into a dragon."

"Is this little guy important to you?" The giant snake did not answer directly, its tail spiraling upwards along the dragon's body.

Gradually tightening, the force penetrates through those reverse scales inward, like countless giant pythons tightly coiling around the spine.

Hard.

With a crisp click, the sound was clear.

"We're already here, why leave?"

"Do you think I care about your so-called dragon transformation?"