A Long Drought Meets Sweet Rain

Killing Lu Ye was to eliminate a hidden danger; seizing the Dragon Seat was the only capital he would have for self-preservation. Otherwise, once word spread that Lu Ye had died by his hand, he would never get past the Three Great Overlord Sects.

The might of the Dragon Seat had already sunk deep into people's hearts. That heaven-shaking, earth-shattering slash was a height the cultivators of the Dragon Ascent World could scarcely hope to reach even after a lifetime of cultivation.

So even though news of the Dragon Seat's dangers had spread along with the news that Lu Ye had been gravely wounded, it still could not stop certain people from coveting it.

Xiong Tieshan was like this, and the group of cultivators he had gathered was the same.

With the Dragon Seat in hand, they could not be said to command the Three Great Overlord Sects, but at the very least, looking across this Dragon Ascent World, no one would ever again dare threaten their safety.

"You want it?" Beneath the night, Lu Ye's eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice also sank low. Then he flicked a bent finger. "Take it yourself!"

What shot out with that flick of his finger was, shockingly, a blood-red ray of light.

That light spun through the air and landed before Xiong Tieshan, stabbing into the ground with a hiss, leaving only the very top part exposed.

The Dragon Spine Blade!

Xiong Tieshan was somewhat dumbfounded. Never in ten thousand thoughts had he expected Lu Ye to react like this. Judging by his posture, it was clearly as if he were saying, If you want it, I'll give it to you.

For a moment, Xiong Tieshan's heart filled with alarm and uncertainty, and he had no idea what trick Lu Ye was