"Suo Huan. Let's talk this out."
Inside the grand formation, Chong Ying watched Suo Huan step closer and closer. At last, he cast aside the pride of a Dragon Lord Bloodline, lowered his dragon head, and said humbly:
"My father is, after all, the Dragon Lord of the Four Seas Sect, and I am his direct descendant. If you kill me, Father will surely sense it. When that happens, you too will die without a burial place. You set up this formation to trap me for nothing more than some benefit. Spare my life, and you may take whatever I have on me."
When one stood beneath another's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head.
Chong Ying had wanted to remain unyielding, but Suo Huan had truly no martial honor. As a Great True Person at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he had actually set up a formation to deal with him.
Suppressed by their disparity in cultivation, he had no chance to react at all.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already been suppressed within the formation. His dharma power was difficult to wield, and if not for his dragon body, he would likely have died on the spot.
Moreover, he could hear that Suo Huan genuinely intended to kill him. Chong Ying naturally no longer dared to put up a stubborn front. He decisively lowered his head, asking only to keep his life.
Even Suo Huan could not help clapping and laughing at such flexibility. "The True Dragon Clan truly lives up to its reputation. No wonder the True Dragons once called themselves the masters of all rivers, lakes, and seas beneath Heaven. Yet when the four Dao Lords arrived, the Dragon Lords decisively abandoned the inland regions and coiled themselves overseas,