"Of course I remember!" Ao Yue answered coolly. "Before Father King, you swore a Dragon Oath that you would never lay a hand on your own brothers. You would rather give up the throne of the West Sea Dragon Palace than forsake brotherly affection!"
"Yes, that day remains as vivid as though it happened yesterday. But I never imagined that the first to raise the butcher's blade against me would not be the Dongtian River Dragon race, but my dearest second brother..."
"It was not that you never imagined it—it was that you did not dare to!" Ao Yue sneered. "Father King had already been in an extremely foul mood then. None of us dared provoke his displeasure, yet no one was as bold as you, actually stepping forward to make a Dragon Oath. Do you know how many princes that oath offended? Lao Qi even mocked you before me and Eldest Brother in private. If he had made a move against you, would you still have remembered your Dragon Oath?"
"So..." Frost seemed to hang over Ao Ying's face as well. "You tested me on Lao Qi's behalf?"
Just as Ao Ying spoke, his dragon body suddenly whipped around. A faint gleam flickered over his dragon horn as it stabbed toward Ao Yue's dragon body with lightning speed, too swift to cover one's ears!
Boom... With a deafening crash, the radiance from the dragon horn swept thousands of zhang of space clean. The light knots winked out like candle flames snuffed by a gale, while even the dragon-slaying threads drifted through the air like shattered spiderwebs. Where the dragon horn struck, Ao Yue's dragon body shattered into fragments, and enormous blue-gray boulders shot into the sky!
"Hahaha, Third Brother, this is a Dragon Formation. Did you think I would