Neuvillette Exposed! Cangming Dragon Sacrifice Jade! Dragon Sacrifice Contract!

"Sister, does this mean that from now on, as long as we sign our names, we never have to fear death again?"

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath, struggling to calm the turbulence in her heart.

"The foresight of the City Lord is truly beyond anything we could ever fathom."

"With this, Skywater City will surely become the safest place on the entire continent, and a holy land that all spirit masters yearn for."

Sitting opposite her, Qian Renxue was currently wearing a look of utter bewilderment.

As the successor to the Angel God, she was no stranger to the power of space.

But it was precisely because she understood it that she found it terrifying.

Even a god could not achieve instantaneous teleportation under any circumstances, let alone a mass, zero-cost teleportation.

"This is what a true Supreme Divine Artifact is..."

Qian Renxue muttered to herself, her eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

"By comparison, the Angel Sacred Sword seems to have lost its luster."

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, who had just ducked into the secret chamber, was staring fixedly at the rewards on the Golden Ranking List through the chamber's air vent.

Greed was practically overflowing from her purple-black eyes.

"Cangming Dragon Sacrifice Jade..."

"A contract that grants an extra life..."

Bibi Dong's breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving violently.

"If I could obtain this, why would unifying the continent be such a struggle?"

"As long as I control Neuvillette, or seize this jade, the entire world will crawl at my feet!"

But soon, reason forced her to calm down.

Neuvillette could summon that terrifying Hydro Dragon King with a wave of his hand; his strength was absolutely unfathomable.

Seize it by force?

That would be courting death.

On the ramparts of Jialing Pass, the wind howled.

The members of Shrek, who had been clamoring to raze Skywater City to the ground, were now like ducks with their necks pinched, unable to make a single sound.

Tang San stared fixedly at the new lines of text appearing on the Golden Ranking List, his eyes bloodshot.

What was this?

A true upgrade? Was this what a Supreme Divine Artifact was supposed to look like?

He lowered his head and glanced at the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, which had just made him feel invincible.

The dark red sword, which had originally radiated a terrifying aura of slaughter, now seemed dim and lusterless against the backdrop of the sky-blue water light flowing across the heavens.

Fourth place.

Tang San had initially felt unconvinced, thinking that the Asura Demon Sword, as the blade of the God Realm's enforcer, had been ranked too low.

But now, looking at the monstrous power displayed by the "Cangming Dragon Sacrifice Jade," he was convinced.

Completely convinced.

Not because of its lethality, but because of its almost cheat-like strategic value.

"Dragon Sacrifice Contract..."

Tang San chewed on these four words repeatedly, his teeth aching.

Although he did not fully understand the deeper meaning behind the term, the literal interpretation alone—mass instant teleportation back to the city upon facing certain death, with infinite contracts—was enough.

This was an immortal body.

This was an army that could never be killed or crippled.

If everyone in Skywater City held a sub-piece of this jade, what use was Jialing Pass?

He was here, struggling with all his might and exhausting his divine power to kill someone.

And yet, with a flash of white light, the other side would just go home to drink tea.

How was this war supposed to be fought?

Moreover, there was that "Myriad Waters Return to Storage."

Absorbing the origin of water to reinforce city defenses while also nourishing cultivation.

This meant that Skywater City was not afraid of a war of attrition at all; the longer the conflict dragged on, the more fortified the city would become, and the higher the cultivation of those within it would rise.

Tang San felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

Such methods had completely transcended the scope of spirit masters, and even that of ordinary gods.

"Neuvillette..."

Tang San's knuckles turned white as he gripped his Trident, the force so great that it made a creaking sound.

"Who exactly are you?"

A massive question swirled frantically in his mind.

The image of the sky-obscuring Hydro Dragon King that had appeared earlier surfaced in his memory once more.

That was no soul skill, nor was it a simple condensation of elements.

That was true dragon might.

Although Tang San had hunted many soul beasts and even absorbed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring, he had never felt such a pure, noble dragon aura from any soul beast he had encountered.

Even Da Ming and Er Ming would likely be trembling in fear before that phantom.

"Could it be..."

Tang San's pupils constricted sharply.

"Is he a soul beast?"

"Or perhaps... an incarnation of that Hydro Dragon King phantom?"

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be cast aside.

If he were human, how could he possibly possess the ability to command the "Dragon Rite"?

If he were human, how could he make all the waters of heaven and earth submit so completely?

It was not just Tang San.

Everyone else on the city walls, including Bibi Dong from Martial Soul Hall, had the same speculation popping into their minds.

Human limits were finite.

But this power felt far too much like those overlords from ancient legends.

"Xiaogang."

Flender pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression grave as he looked at his old friend beside him.

"You are hailed as the master of theory; can you tell what kind of path this Neuvillette is following?"

"Is that dragon really a martial soul?"

Yu Xiaogang's brows were tightly locked, his usually rigid face filled with uncertainty and suspicion.

He paced two steps on the city wall with his hands behind his back, his gaze never leaving the dragon shadow that was gradually fading in the sky.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

A fragment suddenly flashed through Yu Xiaogang's mind.

Many years ago, while searching for a rare water-attribute herb, he had passed by a great marsh near Skywater City.

It had been the rainy season at the time.

In a daze, he had seemed to see the rain-filled sky converge into a massive vortex, with a faint, colossal shadow rolling within the clouds.

The trembling from the depths of his soul he felt back then remained unforgettable to this day.

At the time, he thought his eyes had deceived him, or that he had encountered some powerful Hundred-Thousand-Year sea soul beast.

But thinking back on it now.

That shadow bore a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to the Hydro Dragon King phantom that had appeared on the Golden Ranking List.

"Skywater City..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself.

Could it be that such a terrifying existence had been lurking there even back then?

But soon, he shook his head vigorously, casting this absurd thought out of his mind.

"Impossible."

Yu Xiaogang denied it flatly, his tone stiff and harsh.

"For a soul beast to become human, it must undergo recultivation."

"If it were a recultivated Hundred-Thousand-Year soul beast, its aura would be difficult to conceal before reaching level seventy."

"Yet the strength Neuvillette has displayed has long since surpassed that of a Title Douluo, or even a god-level entity."

"If he were a soul beast, he would have been erased by the rules of the Heavenly Dao long ago; how could he so brazenly become the lord of a city and be revered by humans?"

"This does not conform to my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory."

Although Yu Xiaogang said this, he actually had no confidence in his heart.

After all, the appearance of the Golden Ranking List had already shattered far too many of his theories.

But he absolutely could not admit it.

Once he acknowledged that Neuvillette was a soul beast, and such a powerful one at that, it would be equivalent to admitting that his previous research on the soul beast system was nothing more than the view of a frog at the bottom of a well.

For a master who valued his reputation above all else, that was more painful than death.