Lu Chen's gaze sharpened. Instead of retreating, he advanced!
The Dragon Soul Mirror mark between his brows suddenly lit up, its cyan-gold radiance forming a curtain of light before him! At the same time, he swung the Azure Dragon Halberd in a full arc, smashing it viciously toward the phantom of the ice wyrm with unstoppable momentum!
"BOOM—!"
A world-shaking explosion resounded!
The instant the ice wyrm phantom collided with the cyan-gold barrier, a blinding flash erupted! The entire Dragon-Slaying Platform shook violently, cracks spreading across the restriction barrier!
As the light faded, Lu Chen was down on one knee, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The wound in his right shoulder had split open again, blood dripping down his arm and spreading into a small patch of dark red on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Ye Qingtian stood thirty feet away, his face slightly pale, though his aura remained steady. Sword in hand, he looked down at Lu Chen from above.
"You've lost," he said. "In consideration of how hard it was for you to cultivate, cripple your own cultivation, and I may spare your life."
Lu Chen slowly raised his head.
There was no fear on his face. Instead, a faint smile appeared.
That smile made Ye Qingtian's heart tighten slightly.
"Lost?" Lu Chen rose to his feet and wiped the blood from his lips. "Are you sure?"
He raised his left hand.
In his palm was a dim token, faint cyan-gold light slowly circulating across its surface.
The Dragon-Suppressing Key.
Though it was nearly depleted, it still retained a wisp of suppressive power.
Ye Qingtian's pupils contracted sharply!
He recalled the scene atop Dragon Head Peak, when the Undead Monarch's avatar had been suppressed.
"You..."
Lu Chen gave him no chance to speak. Mustering the last of