Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Looking at the black brick Ye Ling raised, the giant dragon trembled all over, and its eyes involuntarily flashed with expressions of fear.

Yes, it was afraid, truly afraid. This was no human being; it was practically a humanoid monster.

Demon Race cultivators progress slowly in their cultivation, but the Heavenly Dao has a particular predilection for their physical bodies, bestowing them with strength beyond human imagining.

Only a few, like the Divine Skills created by behemoths like the Qing Emperor, could possibly surpass them. Otherwise, among their peers, the physical prowess of the Demon Race is an absolutely invincible existence.

But today, today it was actually threatened by a human, who claimed he'd break its claw with a damned brick, and then did it?@@novelbin@@

Is talking that simple? Moreover, the giant dragon had never experienced such a feeling, never once—it was despair, the loss of all hope.

With a crack, the giant dragon felt a piercing pain rushing straight to its heart and couldn't help but let out a roar, thrashing violently.

The terrifying power burst and boomed under the sea, but regrettably, having successfully advanced to the fifth level of Extinction Golden Body, he felt no fear whatsoever.

"Stop, stop! Let's just talk, okay?"

The dragon quickly begged for mercy. Seeing this, Ye Ling nodded, "That attitude's not bad. What was all that before? You only bow your head after taking a loss, huh? Such a cheap dragon."

"I'm only giving you two choices. The first is to become my mount; the second, is for me to stew and eat you. Pick one."

As he spoke, Ye Ling actually pulled out a black pot from his storage ring, the one he had just filched from the Guanyin Temple.

The dragon was taken aback, its draconic eyes bulging and its body trembling—not from fear, but from anger.

Damn it, you're actually carrying a pot with you? Do you really think you've got me beat? Insult, this is the absolute greatest insult, unforgivable.

But what can rage and overwhelming hatred do? This damned bastard—clearly only having a late-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivation—possessed the sheer strength to crush it.

"Is there, maybe, a third option? Like, I give you some gold and treasure or something, and we call it even. Of course, you can rest assured, I won't bother the local people or fishermen here in the future. How do you feel about that?"

The dragon felt it had made a huge concession. You must know, getting a noble and dignified dragon to bow was no easy feat.

After hearing this, Ye Ling nodded. The dragon was instantly overjoyed, thinking there was a chance—yet in the next moment, Ye Ling walked up to its side, the black brick already lifted high in his hand.

"No!"

As the dragon's eyes widened, filled with incomprehension, the black brick grew larger and larger until it smashed down on the dragon's head. Instantly, a swirl of glittering stars sprang into existence before its eyes.

Why, why, dammit, didn't you just nod your head? If you disagreed, just say so, why do this? Not a word and you fight, a violent thug, a definite violent thug.

"Why! Why, what did I do wrong?" The dragon felt that ever since Guanyin sealed it at the bottom of the sea, it had never been so humiliated.

Ye Ling's face darkened, his eyes flashing with menace: "You ask why? I gave you two options, don't tell me you only get happy opposing me. A third choice?"

"Did I give you a third choice? Did I tell you to choose? Besides, can't you open your eyes and see? The situation is very dire, you know. Are you kidding me?"

Ye Ling pointed at the giant dragon's face and cursed loudly; dammit, if I didn't see you as useful, lacking a means of transportation, I would've already slaughtered and stewed you.

Of course, Ye Ling also had a Chaos Divine Beast named Little White, but that arrogant creature required nothing less than sweet talk simply for it to make an impressive entrance as Ye Ling's mount; otherwise, he wouldn't even consider it.

The True Dragon gritted its teeth with hatred. It really wanted to fight Ye Ling to the end, but goddammit, it couldn't beat him, otherwise it would've definitely smashed Ye Ling to death with a claw.

"My friend, let's talk this out nicely, no need for violence. We're all civilized beings here. I've heard that outside, society has become civilized and we can't be so reckless anymore."

"That's right, even if I'm your defeated foe, I should at least have the right to speak, shouldn't I?"

"Here's what I'm thinking, you see, first of all, I really, really don't want to be someone's mount, truly. You humans have a saying, 'Life is precious, love is more expensive, but for freedom, both can be discarded.'

"The second point, and most importantly, what does it mean? It means I really don't want to die, I swear it, truly!"

Only by being alive can one have hope, can one seek to regain all the humiliation suffered. Once dead, all opportunities are lost.

The True Dragon knew this all too well, which is why it didn't want to die. Suffering a bit of humiliation was tolerable; it was still waiting for the chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm and roam freely, to claim the title of Ancestral Master.

Ye Ling nodded, right, this idiot was certainly honest. But since it had fallen into his hands, all other talk was nonsense; what did its desire to live have to do with him?

"Yeah, yeah, I totally agree with what you're saying. Truly, these are the most basic conditions for a dragon's existence!"

True Dragons, after all, should have dignity and pride. Counting through the many epochs of the Immortal Realm, there were only a few True Dragons subdued by humans, almost all of whom were nailed to the shame post of the Dragon Clan.

As he spoke, Ye Ling put the black brick back into his storage ring. The True Dragon was overjoyed at this sight, but the next moment, when Ye Ling took out the Primal Sword Embryo, the True Dragon nearly peed itself.

What the hell, what does this mean? Flying off the handle at the drop of a hat, grabbing the pot without a word, drawing the sword without a word - don't you have any creativity?

Can I not die if there's no threat, what can happen if there's no threat, you damned violent maniac, can't you change a bit?

"I really agree with your words, but, truly, it's such a pity. As for me, anything I can't possess, I'm definitely going to destroy, so, my friend, unlucky for you."

With that, Ye Ling sneered and swung the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand fiercely, sending out a terrifying sword light that pierced through the entire ocean floor.

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With a whoosh, the sword light grazed the dragon's body and flashed by, making the True Dragon tremble all over, its legs going weak. Damn it, that was just an inch away, or else a layer of dragon meat would have been shaved off its body.

"So, what's your choice?"

Ye Ling said this as if he were a mentor on "The Voice," then stared directly at you, his gaze scorching hot.

The True Dragon was on the verge of tears. This was damn bullying! Considering whether to fight back or not - better to be a broken jade than an intact tile, it thought.

But looking at the big black pot next to Ye Ling, then at the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand, and considering its own situation, it felt utterly intimidated. If it were to fail, it would end up as a cold dish.

The most important thing was that it was still suppressed by a Formation from above. Fighting Ye Ling was like battling within a cage, with no bloody chance at all.

"What is your choice?"

Ye Ling's eyes were bright, the only thing missing was a musical background, and the True Dragon in front of him was like a hopeful singer on stage.