Time, in the secluded and Void Space of East Dragon Island, quietly passed by, accompanied by the fluctuations of energy and the sweat of cultivation.
Inside the magnificent main hall, the silence was gone. At times, an incomparably powerful fist intent, seemingly capable of seizing the very essence of heaven and earth, would erupt, causing the rich Heaven and Earth Energy within the hall to surge like a tidal wave, emitting a deep rumble. At other times, streaks of extremely sharp blue legs would flash like lightning, moving so fast that they tore through the air, creating sharp, piercing whistling sounds that lingered for a long time.
Lin Ming's figure moved nimbly and gracefully in this vast hall, which was large enough to contain mountains, leaving behind lingering afterimages.
At this moment, he was single-mindedly practicing and refining his two newly acquired powerful Dou Technique— "Creation Fist" and "Profound Green Leg."
With each punch Lin Ming threw, he strived to integrate the meaning of "creation" into his bones and blood, triggering a more powerful energy resonance; with each kick, he sought to perfectly combine the speed of wind and thunder with the force of violence, achieving a state of both offense and defense, and advancing and retreating like lightning.
Meanwhile, beneath his clothes on the back, the Sky Demon Phoenix Wings of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix and now display a magnificent purple wing-shaped tattoo, were not entirely silent.
When he unleashes his full power with the "Profound Green Leg" technique, pushing his speed to the limit, a barely perceptible brilliance flows through the tattoo, and a deeper, more extreme artistic conception subtly emanates from it, as if it could burst forth from his body at any moment, granting him superhuman speed beyond the limits.
In this single-minded, almost frantic, arduous practice, half a month passed by again, like sand slipping through my fingers.
On this day, just as Lin Ming was sitting cross-legged, his mind completely immersed in his thoughts, meticulously deducing the final transformation of the "Creation Fist" and the subtlety of the "Profound Green Leg" borrowing force from the wind, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!
"Whoosh!"
The instant his eyes opened and closed, it was as if a tangible glint of light burst forth!
At this moment, deep within Lin Ming's pupils, a condensed golden fist shadow and a swift cyan leg wind could be vaguely seen intertwining and flashing by. In the end, all the strange phenomena subsided, returning to a deep and calm state, as still as an ancient well, yet unfathomably deep.
After everything was brought under control, outside of East Dragon Island, in the Void Space that was originally as calm as an ancient stagnant lake, several extremely powerful Spatial Fluctuations, like lighthouses in the night, made no attempt to conceal their existence!
Three of them are the most eye-catching and the most domineering.
One was icy cold, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, belonging to the South Dragon King; another was fiery and turbulent, like a volcano about to erupt, belonging to the West Dragon King North Dragon King!
The other three familiar auras, which were deliberately concealing their sharpness at the moment, belonged to the Great Elder, the Second Elder, and Elder Zhu Li, who had gone to "seek help".
"Finally... it's here..." Lin Ming's lips curled into a cold and dangerous smile, like a hunter seeing his prey finally step into a carefully laid trap.
Lin Ming slowly stood up, his movements calm and unhurried, as if he had just taken a normal rest. He gently straightened his robes, which were not in the slightest disheveled due to cultivation, but the moment he raised his eyes, they became as sharp as a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, radiating a cold light that pierced straight to the heart.
All preparations and plans are complete. This main hall on East Dragon Island is the stage he meticulously built for his three "distinguished guests," and now, the main characters have arrived.
Beyond East Dragon Island lies an endless Void Space.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
Several Spatial Rift were forcibly torn open almost simultaneously, and from the dark rifts, several figures exuding a terrifying aura stepped out and stood firmly in the void.
The South Dragon King wore a well-tailored, jet-black royal robe embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns. His face was sinister and cold, and his dragon eyes seemed to freeze the surrounding space with his gaze. His pressure Late Stage Three-Star Dou Saint was unrestrained, causing fine ice crystals to condense in the void around him.
The West Dragon King was the most robust, wearing only simple crimson leather armor. His exposed bronze skin seemed to have magma flowing beneath his veins, and his red hair stood on end like fire. Just by standing there, his scorching and frenzied aura swept out like a storm, scorching the surrounding void until it was slightly distorted.
The North Dragon King wore a seemingly simple gray-blue robe. He was tall and had a rugged face. At first glance, he looked like a boisterous and reckless man. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes would occasionally flash with a shrewd and cautious light that was completely different from his appearance, as if he could see into people's hearts.
The moment the three Dragon King appeared, their gazes met and clashed in the air!
No words were spoken, but an invisible yet heavy atmosphere of tension and competition already filled the air.
Their eyes met, each filled with undisguised scrutiny, wariness, and a hint of determination to obtain their "prey" —East Dragon Island's submission and the legitimacy of the Dragon Emperor.
The Great Elder, Second Elder, and Zhu Li of East Dragon Island stood quietly behind the three Dragon Kings, their posture extremely humble.
The three men's faces perfectly conveyed a mixture of exhaustion from their long journey, deep concern about the situation, and a touch of heartfelt anticipation and gratitude for the timely arrival of the three Dragon Kings.
The Great Elder took a deep breath, as if suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and stepped forward. His voice, tinged with obvious urgency and heartfelt earnestness, addressed the three Dragon Kings, channeling a wisp of his Dou Qi to ensure his voice carried clearly within the sturdy spatial barrier of East Dragon Island, as he shouted:
"The fact that the three Dragon King kept their promise and arrived in time is a great blessing for East Dragon Island, and it is fortunate that Miss Zi Yan was not destined to die! The situation is urgent. The situation inside the 'Dragon Burial Abyss' is constantly changing and extremely dangerous. Every moment of delay increases the risk to Miss's life! The three Dragon Kings, please come with us to the island immediately and proceed to the main hall to discuss a rescue plan. There is no time to lose!"
The Great Elder's passionate outcry perfectly captured the image of an old minister who was deeply worried about the young master's safety, anxious and pinning all his hopes on the three Dragon Kings. The portrayal was so vivid and emotionally resonant that it was almost flawless.
Upon hearing this, the North Dragon King's icy gaze swept over the West Dragon King South Dragon King once more. He let out a cold snort, his meaning ambiguous, and said indifferently, "Since you're all here, there's no need for further words. Let's go in. I've been curious about the legendary Dragon Burial Abyss. What mysteries does it hold that, after thousands of years, could trap the Dragon Emperor Bloodline?"
His tone was calm, but he had his own plans. He was determined to obtain the submission of East Dragon Island and the possible opportunity to devour the Dragon Emperor Bloodline. At the same time, he was highly focused and wary of any small moves by his two old rivals beside him.
The West Dragon King, already impatient, swung his thick, pillar-like arm, sending up a wave of heat. "Stop babbling! Lead the way!"
He seemed brimming with confidence, as if the infamous "Dragon Burial Abyss" was nothing more than a slightly troublesome obstacle in his eyes.
The South Dragon King chuckled, seemingly naively stroking his stubble-covered chin, but his eyes, like the most sophisticated detectors, subtly scanned the seemingly ordinary spatial barrier of East Dragon Island, as if carefully sensing for any hidden formations or unusual energy fluctuations. He simultaneously responded:
"Great Elder, rest assured. Since we have come as promised, we will do our utmost. As members of the same race, bound by blood, how can we stand idly by and watch the Dragon Emperor Bloodline suffer? Lead the way."
Seeing that the three Dragon Kings, though each with their own thoughts, did not show any obvious hesitation about easily entering the island, the three elders of East Dragon Island secretly breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease. However, they dared not show it on their faces and quickly bowed to lead the way. "Please!"
Under the Great Elder's control, the thick spatial barrier of East Dragon Island rippled gently, opening an entrance large enough for several people to pass through.
Six figures instantly transformed into streaks of light, passing through the barrier and officially stepping into the interior of East Dragon Island. They didn't stop at all, nor did they even glance at the somewhat "desolate" scene on both sides where the clansmen were bowing their heads and making way. They sped directly towards the most majestic main hall in the center of the island, the one that symbolized power and orthodoxy!
Along the way, some members of the East Dragon Island tribe who happened to be out and about saw the astonishing sight of the three Dragon King arriving together, and especially felt the terrifying pressure emanating from them, which was as powerful as three walking volcanoes. Their faces turned pale, and their eyes revealed undisguised awe and fear. They lowered their heads deeply, and some of the weaker ones even knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at them.
This "just right" display of weakness, fear, and leaderlessness acted as a final reassurance, completely dispelling the last trace of subtle doubt in the hearts of the three kings caused by the process going too smoothly.
In their view, East Dragon Island has indeed reached a dead end and its people are demoralized, leaving them with no other option but to ask them for help.
Almost instantly, after traversing dozens of miles, the six arrived at the entrance to the magnificent, mountain-like main hall.
The massive palace doors were wide open, like the gaping maw of a giant beast. The interior was dimly lit, with only the luminous pearls and Strange Ore embedded in the walls at the far end emitting a hazy and cold glow, barely outlining the vague silhouette of the high and mighty Dragon Emperor Throne at the far end of the hall, filled with mystery and oppression.
The three Dragon Kings, skilled and daring, confident in their strength and preconceived notions, did not think much before stepping into the seemingly ordinary hall.
However, just as the three of them were about to cross the threshold of the grand hall in unison—
A sudden change has occurred!
Inside the main hall, the originally evenly distributed dim light seemed to be suddenly seized and concentrated by some invisible force, brightening for a moment! It was as if an invisible spotlight had suddenly illuminated the end of the hall!
On the Dragon Emperor Throne, which had been empty before, a tall and upright figure was now sitting there!
The figure slowly raised its head, and a young and serene face became clear in the hazy light.
A pair of eyes, calm as an ancient, icy pool yet containing boundless sharpness and majesty within, like two cold lightning bolts piercing the silent night sky, fell precisely and with an all-knowing indifference upon the six people who had just stepped into the palace, their faces still bearing a hint of superiority and greed as they were about to "lend a helping hand."
Immediately afterwards, a clear, slightly magnetic, youthful voice, seemingly capable of penetrating the soul, rang out in the long-empty, silent hall, like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, instantly shattering all pretense of anxiety, silence, and false harmony:
"Welcome, Three Dragon King..."
The voice paused slightly, then a wave of icy mockery and undisguised Killing Intent surged forth:
"Oh, no, perhaps I should call you— the Three Traitors! Welcome to East Dragon Island to be executed!"