Ao Chen: "If the Sea of Blood Never Dries, Minghe Can't Die. So What If I Swallow the Sea of Blood?" (Continued)

Seeing this, the mighty beings secretly observing the scene first froze, then quickly understood. Their gazes toward Minghe were filled with astonishment and wariness, while their looks at Ao Chen carried a hint of sympathy—or perhaps schadenfreude.

In their eyes, although Ao Chen had displayed terrifying strength enough to overwhelm a mid-stage Quasi-Sage, he was likely helpless against an existence like Ancestor Minghe, who was practically "undying" and suffered no loss after resurrection. In the end, Ao Chen could only return empty-handed.

After all, the Netherworld Sea of Blood was boundless, its expanse nearly equal to half of the Primordial Wilderness. To dry it up completely? Even if Hongjun himself came, he probably couldn't manage it!

"Fellow Daoist Ao Chen, it's better to resolve enmity than to perpetuate it."

Ancestor Minghe's tone seemed to soften somewhat, but the venom and mockery deep in his eyes remained undiminished.

"What happened today was my recklessness. I shouldn't have provoked the Dragon Race. How about this? I'll admit defeat! Consider the things I took earlier a gesture of apology to you. From now on, we'll stay out of each other's way. What do you say?"

He said he would admit defeat, but his haughty tone and mocking expression clearly said: What can you do to me? You've won this round, but you can't kill me. We might as well stop here before we both suffer!

The powerful beings secretly watching nearby all shook their heads.

"Alas, Minghe really is shameless! With his undying body, he's an absolute pain in the neck!"

"But he's not wrong. As long as the Sea of Blood remains, Minghe won't die. Ao Chen may really have no way to deal with him."

"Looks like this matter will have to end without a resolution. Ao Chen may be strong,