Will You Give It Back Now?

"Come on! Defeat me! Conquer me! Destroy me!!!"

"Come on! Defeat me! Conquer me! Destroy me!!!"

Amidst deafening roars, the 100,000-zhang-long Purple Gold Giant Dragon used its incredibly sharp claws to destroy the 10,000- Ten-Thousand-Zhang Giant over a hundred times.

After each destruction, the unyielding Lin Dong would draw upon the power of the Ten Great Divine Objects to construct a towering, Silver-White Giant, tirelessly launching another fearless attack on the Purple Gold Giant Dragon.

Again and again, a hundred times and a hundred times...

Finally, on the 537th time, Lin Dong could no longer draw upon the power of the Ten Great Divine Objects. The Ten-Thousand-Zhang Giant collapsed with a crash, and a slender figure fell helplessly from mid-air to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"So I really am this useless..."

Lin Dong, who had fallen to the ground, was in a blur. He clenched his aching hands in despair. He had lost, lost without any doubt, and lost so thoroughly.

"Young man, you've done very well. You've surpassed your master Qing Zhi had no choice but to quit after his 399th defeat. I admire you."

"But rules are rules. You've lost. Retreat."

Seated atop the Lotus Stone Platform, the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor wore an expression of appreciation. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, a spatial vortex rapidly appeared, slowly engulfing Lin Dong.

"Should we continue down the same old path and summon the remnant of the Devouring Master? Well, whatever, it's not shameful to call your parents if you can't win. In that case, then..."

Lin Dong lowered his head, looked at his body which was half-devoured, and sighed helplessly.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the distant Eastern Xuan Region.

"Six-fingered monster dragon!"

A slender, stunningly beautiful woman with long, icy blue hair draped over her shoulders suddenly raised her head as if sensing something. Her clear, icy blue eyes ignored the barriers of space and time as she looked down.

Within the realm of thought.

"This is..."

Just as Lin Dong was about to summon the remnant spirit of the Devouring Master within the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, an ancient rune with ice-blue patterns suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, spreading out with icy intent.

"Six-fingered monster dragon!"

The instant the Ice Symbol Seal appeared, a chilling shout, as cold as an ancient glacier, resounded throughout this Ancient Realm.

"Ice...Ice Master?!?"

The Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor, who had always remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, suddenly changed his expression drastically, searching for the source of the sound as if he had seen a ghost.

If the Devouring Master and the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor are unparalleled powerhouses who crush all who dare to defy them, then the Ice Ancestor, hailed as the strongest disciple under the Symbol Ancestor, the Ice Goddess is as aloof and emotionless as a deity, is the one who dictates the lives of these troublemakers.

Although the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor is weaker than the Devouring Master in combat power, if they were to fight at full strength, he could basically maintain a seven-loss-three-win situation.

However, if they were to face the Ice Master, they would surely be defeated ten times out of ten, with no chance to fight back, and would be taught a lesson in no time.

Throughout the countless years of the past, the forbidden existence of the Ice Master left the proud and arrogant Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor with far too many unbearable and profound memories.

"Good heavens! If you had told me earlier that this Human Race brat was under your protection, would I have wasted so much time? He's just a broken skeleton, I'll give him to him, okay? I'll give him to him!!"

The pale-faced Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor stood up shakily. The thought that he had actually provoked that crazy woman, the Ice Master, made his legs go weak.

"Six-Fingered Monster Dragon, how dare you injure my man! You're asking for death!"

The great being residing in that mysterious place clearly had no interest in listening to the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor's explanation; she didn't care.

With a cold snort, endless icy intent silently permeated the entire Ancient Realm. An enormous, indescribably large, icy blue hand suddenly shattered the void and crashed down in the terrified eyes of the Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor.

Against the backdrop of that overwhelming, icy blue hand, the Purple Gold Giant Dragon, whose body was ten thousand feet long, looked like a tiny ant. It only had time to let out a mournful cry before it shattered into pieces.

"Please calm down, Ice Master, and don't act impulsively!!"

The Six-Fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor, whose expression changed drastically, was filled with endless regret. Knowing that he was no match for the enemy, he still had to bite the bullet and fight back.

"Eight Divisions Sacred Dragons, Demon Suppressing Platform!"

A boundless purple-gold light swept outwards, and in the distant sky, eight golden holy dragons, each ten thousand feet long, roared in unison, carrying a lotus stone throne that seemed to stretch to the horizon as they thundered forward to meet the attack.

But it was no use.

The icy blue giant hand descended, ending everything. The holy dragon howled, the Demon Suppressing Platform collapsed, the Ancient Realm marched towards destruction, and Endless Darkness swept in.

"Hmm, if I can't beat them, I shouldn't be ashamed to go home and find my wife, right?"

Just before the Endless Darkness enveloped his vision, Lin Dong weakly shifted his body, a weary smile appearing on his sharply defined face.

"Fool, hurry up and become stronger. I'll be waiting for you at the Dao Sect."

Immediately afterwards, a charming moan fell, and a gentle force tenderly sent the exhausted Spirit Body away.

Outside, beside the Ancient Dragon Transformation Pool.

"Yan Shan stayed for seven days, Xin'er stayed for eight days, both obtaining a high-quality dragon bone from the pool. A full month has passed, why hasn't young friend Lin Dong appeared yet?"

"In my opinion, he should have gone deep into the Burial Bone Hall to obtain a higher-level Ancient Dragon Bone, and is currently undergoing Trial challenge from the strong members of our clan in the spiritual space."

"No, no, even if it's Ancient Dragon Bone, a month is far too long."

Many of the Dragon Clan's elders gathered here, discussing something with worried expressions.

"Great Elder, what do you think?"

Yuan Qian, dressed in a simple hempen robe, looked somewhat solemn.

"If Lin Dong does not emerge in three more days, then we request that the Patriarch take direct action to extract him. The power of the Ancient Dragon Transformation Pool is far too domineering. If this continues for too long, Lin Dong is very likely to be decomposed by the pool water and turned into essence that settles at the bottom of the pool."

The white-haired old man, his face deeply lined with wrinkles, spoke with unwavering resolve.

"Alright, then we'll wait three more days."

Yuan Qian breathed a sigh of relief; this decision was clearly difficult to make.

"Boom! Boom!"

At this moment, a sudden storm of wind and thunder arose high in the sky, and the terrifyingly dense Wind-Thunder Power surged towards this area like a madman.

"Boom!"

Within the Ancient Dragon Transformation Pool, which stretched for thousands of feet, the dark water surface instantly boiled. A thick, silvery-white beam of light suddenly pierced through the water and shot straight into the dark sky, stirring wildly at the center of the dense Wind-Thunder Power.

That terrifying Mental Energy, as vast as the sea, was enough to move any of the Samsara Stage experts present!