In an instant, his head felt heavy, his tail light, and an overwhelming drowsiness washed over him.
A sleeping drug!?
Such potent sleeping medicine!
Ao Yi realized he had fallen into a trap. His draconic blood surged, and a faint blue glow flickered across his forehead.
In such a dire situation, falling unconscious would mean certain death. He had only one option—to kill the one-armed Daoist before the drug fully took effect!
Charge!
With a loud whoosh—
The seawater ahead parted abruptly as the azure dragon shot out from the crevice.
To resist the drug’s spread, Ao Yi instantly expanded his body, but at that moment, he saw something in the darkness ahead—
The cold-faced Daoist, standing motionless in the deep sea.
With a fierce roar, the dragon opened his jaws and lunged forward!
Numerous crystalline ice shards emerged from the surrounding seawater—prismatic and jagged, each containing a burning flame inside—as they shot toward the Daoist!
His arm is intact?
No… this isn’t the same person!
Ao Yi’s massive dragon head dipped as his dizziness intensified, his thoughts slowing to a crawl, filling him with urgent anxiety.
At the same time, he felt even more of the same drug seeping in from all directions, invading his body and directly corroding his draconic soul!
Suddenly, behind the Daoist, several identical figures appeared, each holding an open porcelain bottle!
They executed a water-escape technique in unison, scattering through the sea at high speed, easily evading the dragon’s inertia-driven charge.
Six bottles of Soft Immortal Powder… and one bottle of supreme-grade Soft Immortal Powder…
Even as Ao Yi struggled to steady himself in the water, his dragon eyes grew hazy, his enormous body swaying unsteadily. But still, he attempted to break through to the surface…
As if sensing his intentions, the six figures regrouped above him.
Their twelve sleeves billowed in the water, releasing treasure pouches that instantly unfurled, sending out a barrage of talismans.
One hundred and eight talismans interlocked like a massive net, each acting as a miniature formation core.
Their energies resonated, rapidly pulling in the surrounding water-elemental spiritual energy.
Formation Technique—Water Essence Heaven-Shattering Seal!
In a flash, a massive square seal—one hundred feet across—materialized and came crashing down on the azure dragon!
The seal gleamed with divine radiance, carrying the momentum of an avalanche. It was formed entirely of spiritual energy and ignored water resistance as it plummeted straight toward Ao Yi!
Below, the azure dragon raised his head and let out a furious roar, his mane bristling and his claws extending forward as he charged head-on toward the descending seal!
By now, Ao Yi had no energy left to think. The overwhelming dizziness robbed him of judgment, leaving only his burning battle spirit—
And the unyielding heart of a dragon!
I am Ao Yi, Second Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace!
“Roar—!”
The azure dragon bellowed, and the massive seal slammed down!
A visible shockwave burst through the sea, sending towering waves surging for miles. The nearby island trembled violently!
And then—
The seal shattered with a deafening explosion, and yet the azure dragon’s body remained unscathed!
But his long, fierce eyes slowly drooped shut, and his enormous body—drained of all strength—began sinking toward the ocean depths…
“Even dragons who haven’t reached immortality are this resilient? Seems like Soft Immortal Powder still needs some refinement.”
Three hundred feet away, hidden within a rocky seabed crevice, Li Changshou frowned, extending his spiritual senses to monitor the area within a thirty-mile radius.
Combat in the water was vastly different from on land, forcing him to rely on techniques that consumed a significant amount of power.
Now, it was time to test the effectiveness of Samadhi True Flames.
That formation just now was all for show.
Li Changshou narrowed his eyes, reaching into his sleeve to retrieve six small silver flying swords, which he tossed toward his paper avatars.
As the swords gleamed with white light, they expanded into three-foot-long blades, each expertly caught by a paper avatar.
Spreading his left fingers, Li Changshou commanded the six avatars into formation. Their movements intertwined, forming a six-pointed star sword array.
With a downward press of his hand, the avatars flipped upside down, the sword array descending upon the azure dragon, each blade igniting with Samadhi True Flames!
The surrounding seawater seemed nonexistent—the flames burned just as fiercely, undiminished!
Then—
Li Changshou suddenly paused, his expression unreadable.
The six flaming swords, mere inches from piercing the dragon’s scales, came to a halt.
It wasn’t mercy that stayed his hand.
This little dragon had attacked ruthlessly, aiming to kill him outright. Retaliating in kind would have been entirely justified.
His plan had been simple—settle the cause and effect, then leave the scene, head to the southern seas for his tribulation, and return to his mountain in peace.
But on the dragon’s back, a faintly glowing violet triangular scale appeared, etched with an intricate spell pattern.
Li Changshou had seen this before in ancient texts.
Killing this dragon would immediately trigger a secret dragon clan curse, marking his soul for relentless pursuit by the entire dragon race.
According to their laws, anyone who stopped upon seeing this mark would not only be spared from retaliation but might even receive a reward from the Dragon Palace…
That ancient record had been released by the dragon clan itself, offering their precious younglings a lifeline. And it has been proven true multiple times since ancient times.
Who exactly was this little dragon? He had to be of noble blood.
Most likely, this was the very dragon those powerful dragon cultivators had been searching for.
Li Changshou narrowed his eyes.
If this little prince had fled from the south and ended up here, his path would have led toward the Central Divine Continent or Eastern Victory Divine Continent—perhaps even directly toward Du Xian Sect.
If he reached Du Xian Sect, they would likely detain him and contact the Dragon Palace, potentially stirring up a major conflict.
Forget it. Du Xian Sect was still his sect, and this little dragon was untouchable anyway…
What a headache.
This was a huge loss—so much knockout powder wasted, and not even a drop of dragon’s blood collected.
Sighing, Li Changshou summoned several paper figures and retrieved a bottle of “Lover’s Drunken Bliss” elixir.
Moments later, a small bamboo raft floated gently on the sea.
Ao Yi, now fully human, lay sprawled across it, his body faintly glowing with violet light.
His lips curled into a peaceful smile as he clutched a seashell-shaped wine jug, drifting northward with the ocean current.
Having been force-fed over twenty bottles of the elixir, he was expected to sleep for several dozen days.
And every trace of his scent had been meticulously erased from his body…
Even the tiny scraps of paper he had swallowed—impervious to dragon stomach acid—had been carefully extracted.
As for the Dragon Palace’s reward, Li Changshou had no interest. He was already on his way south.
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