The Dragon Prince Collapsed: How Can This Battle Be Fought?

Ao Bing's eye twitched uncontrollably.

He was the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan, born noble, having lived for thousands of years—he had witnessed Sages expounding the Dao and weathered the aftermath of the Lich-Demon War.

He considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable.

Yet every single character on the jade slip before him was one he recognized, but strung together, they gave him an absurd feeling, as if he were listening to celestial scripture.

Rebellion?

Insurrection?

Team-building activity?

What in the world were these things?!

"This... what is the meaning of this?"

Ao Bing's voice came out dry, as if ground down by ten thousand years of gravel.

Behind him, the Turtle Prime Minister mustered his courage, craned his neck, and took a look—his murky old eyes instantly went wide as saucers.

"Your Highness, this... this seems to be... asking us to define the nature of our own actions?"

No kidding!

This prince knows that!

Ao Bing roared inwardly, but what he really wanted to know was: why?

Why define it at all?

He was a proud member of the Dragon Clan, acting on his own turf—did he need to explain himself to anyone?

Shen Gongbao watched Ao Bing's face cycle from green to purple, then purple to black, and his legs trembled even harder, but he forced himself to maintain a businesslike tone as he explained.

"Ahem, Third Prince, this is a necessary procedure."

"Different natures of actions correspond to different contingency plans from our sect. For example, if you choose A or B, this matter falls under severe violent conflict, and our sect will activate the highest level of avoidance measures."

He paused, then cautiously added a supplementary note.

"If you choose D... then our sect will only send civil officials to observe and learn, along with a congratulatory gift."

"Pfft—"

A young dragon prince couldn't hold it in and nearly burst out laughing, only to have his mouth clamped shut by someone beside him, his face flushed red.

A congratulatory gift?

We've got blades drawn and Sha Qi surging to the heavens, and your Jie Sect calls this a team-building activity? And you want to send gifts?

Ao Bing's teeth were grinding audibly.

The jade slip in his hand, made of top-grade treasure material, was now being squeezed into fine cracks.

Utter humiliation!

This wasn't just a provocation—it was grinding him, Ao Bing, and the entire East Sea Dragon Clan's dignity into the dirt and rubbing it back and forth!

He barely suppressed the urge to spear this leopard spirit to death on the spot, and let his gaze drop to continue reading the next question.

[2. Who is the direct person in charge of your side's action this time?]

[A. East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang B. Third Prince Ao Bing C. West Sea Dragon King D. An unnamed mastermind]

[3. What is the core demand of your side's action this time?]

[A. Dominate the Primordial World B. Restore the Dragon Clan's glory C. Dissatisfied with Heavenly Court personnel appointments D. Just don't like the Jie Sect E. Nothing much, just wanted to come out and play]

Ao Bing's breathing grew heavy.

He felt like his dragon brain was being bitten by ten thousand mosquitoes at once, buzzing incessantly.

These questions, absurd as they seemed, were riddled with traps.

Choosing who was in charge?

Wasn't that just inviting internal suspicion among the Dragon Clan?

Core demand?

No matter which one he picked, it all seemed as ridiculous as children playing house, reducing their long-brewing, towering rage to a farcical tantrum!

"Enough!"

Ao Bing let out a furious roar, and the terrifying sound waves sent the seawater in the hall churning violently.

He hurled the jade slip straight into Shen Gongbao's face.

"This prince doesn't care what tricks your Jie Sect is pulling!"

"Go back and tell that so-called Dao Protector of yours! If within three days, you don't give the East Sea an explanation, this prince will personally lead an army and raze Golden Ao Island to the ground!"

Shen Gongbao was struck dizzy, stars flashing before his eyes, nearly passing out on the spot.

He scrambled to pick up the jade slip, not daring to show any resentment on his face, but instead wore a troubled expression.

"Third Prince, please calm down, calm down!"

"You... why must you put yourself through this?"

Shen Gongbao spoke with a tearful tone.

"If you don't fill out the form, I... I won't be able to report back! Our Dao Protector said, without investigation, there's no right to speak, and an Action Plan without data support is just hooliganism."

"Without this Assessment Report, the Calamity Aversion Department can't set up a project. Without a project, we can't mobilize resources. Without resources... this battle, it can't be fought!"

Ao Bing was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at Shen Gongbao as if looking at a monster.

What do you mean... can't be fought?

This Seat wants to fight, and you Jie Sect dares not accept?

Since when does this Primordial World bow to your Jie Sect's say?

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"Third Prince."

Shen Gongbao, seeing that he seemed to have taken in some of it, grew bolder and advised earnestly.

"Look, this is actually for your own good. You fill out this form, we go back and assess it, find the risk too high, and directly veto the mission—then everyone's happy, right? You save face, we avoid conflict—it's a win-win!"

"Besides, if you don't fill it out, what if our Dao Protector gets a hot head, makes a casual assessment, and sends a hundred and eight thousand disciples over... then blades rise, blood flows like rivers, and who dies? Your Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals under your command. How could you bear that?"

These words, like demonic notes piercing the ears, plunged Ao Bing and the Aquatic Clan generals behind him into an eerie silence.

Wait...

Does that... make some sense?

Didn't we stir up all this fuss just to force the Heavenly Court and Jie Sect to compromise and get an explanation?

If it really comes to war, no one wins.

If filling out a form can smooth this over...

The Turtle Prime Minister's murky old eyes flickered with a sharp glint, and he secretly transmitted a message to Ao Bing.

"Your Highness, this plan is excellent! We might as well fill one out, making the risks sky-high! Say we have Sages backing us, Chaos Demon Gods aiding us! Scare them into not daring to send troops, and this matter will fizzle out!"

Right!

Ao Bing's eyes suddenly lit up.

Why hadn't he thought of that!

This wasn't an investigation form at all—it was clearly a template for a threat letter!

He snatched the Jade Slip back from Shen Gongbao, most of the anger on his face fading, replaced by a cold smirk of cunning.

Brilliant, too brilliant!

"Fine! This Seat will fill it out for you to see!"

He channeled his magic power, and the Light Screen reappeared.

But when he saw the second part's content, the cold smirk on his face froze again.

[II. Strength Assessment and KPI Assessment (Please fill truthfully; this section will serve as the core basis for battle loss ratios and resource allocation)]

[1. Total troops committed by your side in this engagement: approximately ____ ten-thousand, including ____ Primordial Unity Golden Immortal-level combatants, ____ Golden Immortal-level.]

[2. Does your side possess any Innate Spiritual Treasures? A. Yes B. No. If yes, please list the treasure's name, grade, and main functions.]

[3. Has your side deployed any large-scale formations? A. Yes B. No. If yes, please describe the formation's coverage area, maximum lethality, and weak points.]

[4. Please estimate the strategic goals (KPI) your side hopes to achieve in this conflict. (Multiple choices allowed)]

[A. Annihilate all invading enemies B. Kill the enemy commander C. Inflict over 50% battle losses on the enemy D. Seize at least one Innate Spiritual Treasure E. Successfully defend the East Sea's dignity (this option requires specific quantifiable standards)]

[5. To achieve the above KPIs, what is the maximum loss your side is willing to bear? (Please fill in as a percentage of troops or number of treasures damaged)]

Within the great hall, a deathly silence fell.

If the first part's questions had only made Ao Bing feel absurd and humiliated, then this second part's questions were simply monstrous!

This wasn't an investigation form—

it was laying out your own family's underwear color, size, and material in detail for the enemy to see!

And KPI Assessment?

Quantifiable standards?

How do you quantify?

Do you use a ruler to measure how many inches of the East Sea Dragon Clan's dignity remain?

"Pfft—"

This time, Ao Bing could no longer hold back.

A mouthful of old blood, mixed with towering fury and endless frustration, burst forth violently, staining the seawater before him with a glaring patch of crimson.

His body trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the words on the Light Screen, like a cornered beast utterly enraged.

He wanted to roar.

He wanted to kill.

He wanted to tear this Leopard Spirit before him, along with that damned form in his hand, into shreds!

But he couldn't.

Because an unprecedented sense of powerlessness tightly gripped his heart.

He realized that his once-proud strength, authority, and dignity were as fragile as a joke in the face of this unheard-of "procedure."

You reason with him, he follows the procedure.

You throw a punch at him, he makes you fill out a form.

How could this battle even be fought?

They weren't on the same wavelength at all!

Finally, after a long internal struggle lasting the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Ao Bing gave up.

He was tired.

Exhausted at heart.

But no matter how tired he was now, he still had to thank Chen Changsheng—it was today's experience that would later save his life.

Of course, with Chen Changsheng's involvement, some things might not happen at all.

He slowly raised his hand, trembling with rage, and took the Wolf-Hair Brush that Shen Gongbao had somehow already handed over.

Under the ghost-like stares of all the dragon princes and descendants, the Third Prince of the East Sea, Ao Bing, took a deep breath and, in a tone nearly numb, asked a question that even he found unfamiliar.

"Um... for 'Option E's specific quantification standards,' is there a reference template?"