Chapter 405: Pick the Soft Persimmons First
Overseas, billions of acres of seawater crashed down with a thunderous roar.
At the horizon, a rainbow light appeared, and LĂŒ Yang stood within it. His sleeves fluttered in the wind as he gazed into the distance, instantly spotting an island on the sea, vast in scale, comparable to a continental province.
The Four Seas Gate.
The Dragon Palace was located on the eastern island. At this moment, halls stretched endlessly, pavilions and towers gleamed in resplendent gold, and countless formations and restrictions overlapped. It was truly a paradise for myriad demons.
In the past, LĂŒ Yang had neither the ability nor the courage to look directly at the Dragon Palace. After all, the Dragon Lord of the Four Seas Gate resided deep within. Such brazen peeking would have certainly ended with him being instantly seized and refined into nothingness. But that was thenâtoday, things were different.
âWhat a grand Dragon Palace.â
Activating the ăExquisite Heartă, LĂŒ Yang observed from afar, unable to suppress his admiration.
Clearly, the Dragon Lord had laid down formations within the palace. Unless he used up a precious chance to borrow a Golden Position, forcefully intruding would bring no good end.
âBut then again, as long as I donât intrude, there shouldnât be any problem.â
Thinking this, LĂŒ Yang calmed down.
âFoundation Establishment Perfection! How could it be Foundation Establishment PerfectionâŠâ
While he was pondering, the surviving monster soldiers below turned pale in terror. Faces full of panic, they scrambled to flee in all directions.
âBoom!â
At that moment, a clear light suddenly shot up from the Dragon Palace, crossing tens of thousands of li in an instant before splitting apart before LĂŒ Yang.
From within walked out a handsome youth. He had sword-like brows, bright starry eyes, and an extraordinary heroic bearing. From amidst his thick black hair, two horn-like wooden ridges protruded, majestic and domineeringâa mark of his True Dragon bloodline. His molten-gold dragon eyes locked firmly onto LĂŒ Yang.
âInferior at your service, Tianqiu.â
Though this Dragon Palace Crown Prince carried noble blood, he bore little arrogance. Courteously, he said, âDaoist Friend, with such lofty cultivation, why trouble yourself with a few juniors?â
âTrouble? Hardly.â
LĂŒ Yang chuckled lightly, opening his palm to reveal two trapped soulsânone other than the ones he had just crushed to death, Sui Ying and Sui Ling.
Seeing this, Tianqiu instantly relaxed.
As long as the souls remained, the two could reincarnate. Being still young, their cultivation would not take long to recover in another life.
But the very next momentâ
âCrack!â
Before Tianqiu could speak, LĂŒ Yangâs five fingers clenched. The two souls shattered instantly, annihilated into nothingness!
âThis is what I call trouble.â
As LĂŒ Yangâs words fell, Tianqiuâs expression turned dark.
He had shown courtesy only out of respect for LĂŒ Yangâs strength. Otherwise, he would have long acted as he did against Suo Huan.
But he never expected LĂŒ Yang to show no regard, killing Sui Ying and Sui Lingâtwo Dragon Kingsâright before his eyes. As the Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace, if he still endured humiliation after this, not only would overseas tribes laugh at him, but even the True Dragon clan itself would be thrown into uproar!
At this thought, Tianqiu dropped all pretense of courtesy.
âSpurn my kindness, seek your death!â
As his voice echoed, his lips split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. His molten-gold dragon eyes locked LĂŒ Yangâs entire figure within.
The next moment, he closed his eyes.
Instantly, with LĂŒ Yang vanishing from his vision, an overwhelming might fell upon him, and LĂŒ Yangâs form began to turn illusory!
Tianqiuâs closing of his eyes erased LĂŒ Yang from sight. The image became realityâseeking to erase LĂŒ Yangâs true body from existence itself!
âăEncircling the Sun and Moonă!â
Such tyrannical, sinister divine power made even LĂŒ Yang raise his brows in surprise. Yet he remained calm, quietly watching Tianqiuâs move.
Then Tianqiuâs body shook violently, his human form collapsing, revealing scales beneath his flesh. He rose into a dazzling auspicious cloud, revealing his true formâan antlerless azure dragon! Coiling in the sky, countless golden snakes of light swirled around him as his blood-colored maw split wide to devour LĂŒ Yang whole.
âIgnorant vagrant! How could you understand my means?â
âThis bite will shatter your very Dharma body!â
Tianqiuâs heart grew vicious as his fangs snapped shut like a guillotine. No matter what indestructible body one claimed, this bite would tear it to shreds.
But in the next instantâhis jaws closed on empty air.
There was no sensation of contact.
Turning back, he saw that the LĂŒ Yang trapped within his ăEncircling the Sun and Moonă had dispersed into an illusionary shadow. His true body stood unharmed a hundred meters away.
âHm? You dodged?â
Missing his strike, Tianqiu swiftly dismissed his massive dragon form, reverting to human appearance, his handsome face showing surprise.
âNo⊠this isnât the power of some vagrant cultivator.â
His move, seemingly ordinary, was actually one of his killing techniques. If his opponent lacked Dao comprehension and couldnât discern the causal shifts, being bitten once would cost half a life.
Yet LĂŒ Yang avoided it with ease.
At once, Tianqiuâs heart grew wary.
âJust what is this manâs origin?â
As Tianqiu wavered in doubt, LĂŒ Yang secretly sighed in relief, even showing a faint smile of ease.
âThis Tianqiu isnât strong!â
After all, this was the overseas wilderness, inferior to the Four Great Powers inland.
âIndeed, coming to the overseas first was the right move. Recklessly venturing inland carried too much risk. A soft persimmon should be squeezed first.â
Compared to inland Foundation Establishment Perfections, Tianqiu definitely ranked among the weaker ones. In his previous life, he was even slain one-on-one by Suo Huan, who had gained Dao Court authority and reached Foundation Establishment Perfection. Clearly, his abilities were limitedâby Ancestor Tingyouâs standards, only that of a mere wandering cultivator.
Thinking this, LĂŒ Yangâs heart burned with fervor.
âEach Foundation Establishment Perfection is a Golden Attribute. If swallowed by the ăBook of a Hundred Livesă, it becomes a golden talent! How many Perfections exist in this world?â
He began to understand why True Lords acted as they did.
They were all fine stalks of leeks, ripe for harvest!
It was a pity that True Lords now lived in seclusion, leaving no one to reap these leeks. The burden naturally fell on himself!
âThe ăBook of a Hundred Livesă re-selection of talents is too inefficient, and not guaranteed. Directly seizing Golden Attributes to refine talentsânow that is far faster!â
And so, he decidedâbegin with the True Dragon Clan!
âăHeaven-Bearing Netă!â
With a sweep of his sleeve, LĂŒ Yangâs divine radiance expanded. Behind him appeared sun, moon, and stars, mountains and rivers, converging together.
âBoom!â
At once, thunderous roars erupted across the surrounding seas.
In this era where True Lords were hidden, battles between Foundation Establishment Perfections were already peak wars. Countless gazes instantly turned toward the battlefield.
âWho is that?â
âA vagrant from beyond the seas⊠to actually duel with the Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace?â