Dragon King

Lin Tianyang did not yield an inch. His gaze, sharp as blades, met the Sea Shark Palace Master's eyes, and his tone was calm yet carried an unquestionable resolve:

"Then let's try it. At worst, we go to all-out war—though I wonder whether those old fellows of your Sea Shark Palace can still make a move."

The Sea Shark Palace Master's expression shifted slightly.

Sea Shark Palace's foundations were indeed profound. Though several old ancestor-level figures dwelling in the deep sea had not shown themselves for a long time, they had not truly passed away.

But most of those old fellows were in secluded cultivation, and some had not acted for centuries.

If all-out war broke out, they would have no choice but to intervene. Yet if that happened, Sea Shark Palace would also have to pay a grievous price.

Lin Tianyang's words had struck straight at his weak spot.

He did not argue further, instead turning to look into the distance.

On the other side of the battlefield, that Seventh Turn Dragon Race cultivator was still locked in combat with Consecrated Duan.

Gray saber light and golden dragon shadows collided and intertwined, while thunderous booms rang out without end.

The Sea Shark Palace Master raised his voice and called out:

"Fellow Daoist Ao, please stop! I have something to discuss with you!"

Hearing the call, the Dragon Race cultivator feinted, forcing Consecrated Duan back, then turned and flew toward the Sea Shark Palace Master.

Consecrated Duan did not pursue him. He merely stood with his saber held across his body and slowly retreated to Lin Tianyang's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Though his aura was somewhat disordered, the divine weapon in his hand still radiated a chilling edge that made hearts tremble.

The two Seventh Turn Great