Chapter 824 - 914 Request for Compensation

Boom!

As Ao Yan pinched the Golden Scroll.

The majestic and overwhelming True Qi surged out from the scroll like a thunderstorm, shaking this piece of heaven and earth as if it trembled under the torrent of Qi.

This power swept into the void and disappeared just as it was about to open space.

Ao Yan’s face changed, and after sensing it, he said in panic, "The space is locked."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Huang Qing was also shocked, crushing the scroll she carried, only to find it had no effect either.

One must know, this space scroll was personally crafted by their clan leader, capable of opening a spatial channel between two places. No matter how far, the strong from their clan could instantly arrive using the channel built by the scroll.

However, because it is instant arrival, there is a limitation; only the spirit body can pass through.

But that’s enough.

And to stop the space scroll from opening a spatial channel, only locking this space can do so.

And with such a commotion, it’s impossible for them not to notice.

"Don’t waste your effort, to be safe, I brought the Profound Spirit Realm." Dao Feizi raised his hand, and a Bronze Mirror appeared in his hand, only the size of a head, a round mirror that exuded an ancient and vast aura.

Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed, is this the true form of the Profound Spirit Mirror?

A true top-tier Dao Artifact.

Seeing the Profound Spirit Mirror, Ao Yan and his two companions’ faces changed drastically. They naturally knew the Profound Spirit Mirror was a top-tier Dao Artifact.

Only such a level of Magical Treasure could lock this entire space without them noticing.

"You will regret this." A trace of malice flashed in Ao Yan’s huge dragon eyes, then he turned his dragon head, preparing to fly away from here.

The space was locked, but that only restricted space transmission, not implying there are barriers around, preventing leaving.

But Zuoqiu Yiren stood in front of him, not letting him pass.

"Did you forget something?" Zuoqiu Yiren beckoned to Ao Yan.

Ao Yan’s eyes filled with ferocity: "Don’t push me too far."

"Are you human?" Zuoqiu Yiren was not afraid of Ao Yan’s threat and then said, "I said before, hand over your Space Ornaments, only then can you safely leave."

Ao Yan was furious, turning to Dao Feizi: "Is this also the intention of the Daoist Alliance?"

Before Dao Feizi could reply, Zuoqiu Yiren said, "No, my meaning, you injured me, and you want to leave without compensation?"

"Are you blackmailing me?" Ao Yan’s dragon eyes widened.

Just a little blood, asking for compensation of the entire Space Ornament, isn’t this blackmail...

"I wouldn’t dare. As the saying goes, debt should be repaid, and life for a life, as you harmed me, naturally, there should be medical compensation, moreover, I am quite precious." Zuoqiu Yiren said earnestly, very seriously.

"With that little injury of yours, why don’t you go rob?" Ao Yan gritted his teeth.

"Is this robbing?"

Thinking this in mind, she then said, "Looks like you intend not to give then."

Saying this, Zuoqiu Yiren’s face turned cold.

And this, Ao Yan naturally would not give.

Being of the Dragon Race, he naturally had the pride of the Dragon Race.

Task uncompleted, and if the Space Ornament was taken by them, he would have no face returning to the Dragon Race.

Boom!

An immense True Qi pressure emanated from Ao Yan’s body, lightning densely covered his vast dragon body, a Cyan Dragon with a form and appearance nearly identical to his appeared above him.

"True Dragon Treasure Skill!"

Ao Yan spoke human words.

All his bones were resonating.

Hiss!

Chen Mo felt a terrifying pressure, brought by the opponent’s True Dragon Treasure Skill.

It was stronger than the True Dragon Treasure Skill he practiced.

Boom!

In the next moment, Ao Yan and the Cyan Dragon above him charged towards Zuoqiu Yiren, bringing with them a destructive might.

Facing the charging Ao Yan, Zuoqiu Yiren remained exceedingly calm, again summoning the Merak Sword.

But she didn’t hold it; instead, she manipulated it from a distance.

The three-foot-long Merak Sword enlarged a hundredfold before her, forming a massive purple sword.

Then the massive purple sword split into three, slashing toward Ao Yan.

Ao Yan and Huang Qing together barely injured Zuoqiu Yiren.

At this moment, how could he alone be a match for Zuoqiu Yiren?

Boom!

Two massive purple swords split the True Dragon Treasure Skill condensed by Ao Yan in half, and the third massive purple sword landed on Ao Yan’s true dragon body. With a wail, a visibly large wound appeared on Ao Yan’s dragon body, although it was impossible to determine the depth, blood spurted out, falling like rain.

Seeing the dragon blood falling like rain, Chen Mo’s eyes lit up, employing measures, putting all effort into collecting this falling dragon blood.

One must know that refining True Dragon Treasure Skill requires a lot of dragon blood.

Golden light flickered, and Ao Yan’s vast body shrank. With the dispersal of the golden light, a middle-aged man in a golden robe with dragon horns appeared, clutching his injured chest, staring at Zuoqiu Yiren with a sinister look.

Facing the sinister-looking Ao Yan, Zuoqiu Yiren remained relatively calm, saying softly, "You just had to suffer. Hand it over."

Ao Yan flung a rainbow light towards Zuoqiu Yiren. The rainbow light was quick, and an ordinary cultivator catching it would likely have their body pierced through, but Zuoqiu Yiren caught it steadily. It was a pearl, Zuoqiu Yiren said: "Soul Mark."

A high-tier Space Ornament with an owner, if its owner isn’t dead and forcibly opened, the contents inside will turn to dust.

Ao Yan’s face darkened, seeing there was no loophole, he could only undo his binding with the Space Ornament. Once Zuoqiu Yiren confirmed this, she nodded.

Ao Yan spat harsh words, "Mountains remain unchanged, flowing water continues, I will definitely return this favor someday."

Zuoqiu Yiren frowned but didn’t stop him further.

If Ao Yan were killed, it would mean a complete fallout with the Dragon Race.

With Ao Yan’s precedent.

Huang Qing obediently handed over her Space Ornament, a Blood Jade Pendant.

Zuoqiu Yiren took a look, ensuring the contents matched the status of a Unity Realm expert before letting Huang Qing go.

"It’s your turn." Zuoqiu Yiren looked at Qingsong.

"I can give you the Space Ornament, but I must take the prince away." Qingsong glanced at Chen Mo below, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, then looked at Dao Feizi, his expression firm.

"You have no bargaining chip." Zuoqiu Yiren said.

"Then you can kill me."

"Do you think I don’t dare?" Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes carried killing intent.

"If I die, Shenxiao Sect and Daoist Alliance will face the wrath of my Spirit Fox Race. The next one to come will be our clan’s High Priest." Qingsong became tough.

Zuoqiu Yiren frowned.

"I will go with you," Xiao Jiu said.