Ao Ping's face darkened, a cold gleam suddenly flashing in her eyes. "A mere human dares be so arrogant!"
Yet the East Sea Crown Prince beside her remained utterly composed, saying only, "His arrogance is not entirely without foundation."
Before his words had faded, the two dragons struck at once. Ao Ping parted her vermilion lips, and a precious pearl appeared in midair, its radiance flowing—none other than the Sea-Calming Pearl, a secret treasure of the West Sea Dragon Palace.
Beneath the pearl's illumination, a stretch of sea became a domain of its own. Dragon-kind's cultivation surged, while other races seemed mired in a swamp. Not only was their mana restrained, even the foundations of their Dharma bodies revealed flaws.
Like the Sea-Flipping Seal seen before, this Sea-Calming Pearl was a sea-suppressing treasure that only those with Dragon Clan bloodlines could wield.
Purple qi rose behind Ao Xiang, the eldest prince of the East Sea, and the phantom of a Confucian sage emerged with it, solemn and majestic.
If the disciples of Purple Sun Academy saw this scene, who knew what they would think.
Purple Sun Academy inherited the Dao lineage of White Deer Cave from Medieval Antiquity. It was the orthodox Confucian School that had alone endured after the Hundred Schools contended.
Only by cultivating Haoran Qi could one manifest the sacred image of an ancient sage. For this True Dragon to condense such a sacred image showed that his will had already embraced Purple Sun Academy's teachings.
At the same time, the Sea-Calming Pearl's radiance shone in every direction, reinforcing the surrounding restrictive force layer by layer. Space seemed locked in place, impossible to shake any longer.
You swept your gaze over the Sea-Calming Pearl. This thing could seal off an entire region. Not only had it trapped