Qiongqi's Decree

"Hong Chidao just sent me a voice transmission. He told us to stall for a moment—he'll soon suppress the Soul Poison!" Qiongqi said.

"Stall for a moment? What are we supposed to use to stall Huang Yingxiong?" Xiao Chen despaired.

That was the Dragon-Riding Ancestor!

Destroying him would be as easy as playing around!

On their side, only Wen Haishan could still fight.

But from the looks of it, he would not last much longer.

Stall!

With what?

"I also think Hong Chidao was talking out of his ass! But we have to wait for him to suppress his brain illness, or we'll all die here!" Qiongqi said.

He had originally been certain he could handle Huang Yingxiong, the "Serpent-Riding Ancestor," yet at the critical moment, the brain illness of that patient, Hong Chidao, flared up again!

Neither early nor late!

It had chosen precisely the most fatal moment.

If he did not know Hong Chidao so well, he would have suspected the man of deliberate murder!

"Lord Yellow, why don't you hold on for a while first?" Xiao Chen said.

"Can't hold on. My injuries are too severe. You do it yourself!"

"Me? How is a disabled man like me supposed to hold on?"

"I don't know."

Elsewhere, the Blade Emperor and the Thunder God Rat Ancestor stared into the void, their faces filled with shock.

As peerless experts themselves, they saw the battle situation far more clearly.

"Worthy of the Metal-element Saint Physique—terrifying indeed. Given enough time, he might truly have a chance to charge into the Emperor Realm!" the Blade Emperor said.

"Indeed. We have cultivated for ten thousand years, yet we are still inferior to someone who entered the Dao only decades ago. Unfortunately, the Dragon-Riding Ancestor is far too terrifying. He has cultivated the Azure