"You don’t represent Mountain Tu." Fang Qingye shook his head and said, not wanting to entangle with this lunatic anymore, he turned to leave.
Mo Shouhe darted, once again appearing in front of Fang Qingye, refusing to let him escape.
"Forcing to take action, aren’t you afraid of exhausting your already limited lifespan?" Fang Qingye coldly said, suddenly pointing a finger.
Mo Shouhe gently raised his hand, blocking Fang Qingye’s finger, and said, "Why not negotiate a condition with ?"
Fang Qingye said, "What conditions do you wish to negotiate?"
Mo Shouhe chuckled, gazing at the True Dragon causing havoc on the ground, and said: "I can let you go subdue him, but the dragon’s life force belongs to ."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingye resolutely refused: "Impossible."
To Fang Qingye, Mo Shouhe posed a graver threat to all Earth’s creatures than the True Dragon. How could he allow Mo Shouhe to obtain the dragon’s life force?
Once Mo Shouhe truly acquired the dragon’s life force, his lifespan would be notably extended, since a True Dragon’s life force can equate to that of millions of creatures.
Mo Shouhe’s lifespan is limited, if it could be extended, he would have greater power to accomplish more, sothing Fang Qingye absolutely did not want to see.
"You will agree to this condition one way or another, because you have no choice, and I can tell you this dragon truly has a chance to beco the Ancestral Desolate Dragon. Then it will be much harder to handle than now." Mo Shouhe said, appearing relaxed and indifferent despite knowing that the frenzy of the True Dragon would bring disaster to countless innocent creatures.
Fang Qingye, however, could not remain indifferent; despite being a Martial Lord, he inherited Xuanyuan Ya’s will and cared deeply for all beings, unable to sit by idly.
"Do you really think I can’t kill you now?" Fang Qingye finally beca enraged, stepping forward with vigor, his montum increased a hundredfold, he struck towards Mo Shouhe with imnse force.
Mo Shouhe’s pupils slightly constricted, retreating while swinging his sleeve, thereby dissolving the full power of Fang Qingye’s palm.
Fang Qingye’s offensive didn’t falter, as the might of the Martial Lord manifested, a terrifying force capable of changing the color of earth and mountains.
And from the earthly ground, many martial arts experts seed to sense this, raising their heads towards the depths of the sky, able to feel those unimaginably terrifying energies.
Fang Lin felt it too, very familiar with his father Fang Qingye’s aura, and as for the other aura, Fang Lin did not need to guess, knowing it must be Mo Shouhe.
"Indeed, father is held up by Mo Shouhe, or else he would have appeared by now," Fang Lin thought to himself.
Knowing his father was battling Mo Shouhe, Fang Lin couldn’t help but clench his fists, regretting his own weak strength that could offer no help.
anwhile, the True Dragon grew increasingly frenzied, advancing towards congregations of life, slaughtering all creatures in its path, leaving none, weak or strong, devouring their life force.
And the aura of the True Dragon grew ever powerful, gradually emanating a presence that only existed in the Ancient Wilderness.
This indicates it is transforming into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, and seemingly soon it would beco the true Ancestral Desolate Dragon, descending like the supre ruler of the Ancient Wilderness era, plunging the earth into unimaginable turmoil and fear.
Yet, the one truly capable of stopping all this is currently unable to break free.
Fang Qingye truly was vexed by Mo Shouhe, who seed not keen to fight to the death, just refusing to free up Fang Qingye’s hands to deal with the dragon, each delay spurring disaster upon the Earth’s creatures.
"So? Would you agree to my proposal?" Mo Shouhe saw Fang Qingye’s urgency and spoke laughingly.
Fang Qingye’s expression turned grim; he absolutely didn’t want to agree to Mo Shouhe’s terms but couldn’t withstand Mo Shouhe’s incessant pestering, truly not wishing to linger here any longer.
"Subduing it doesn’t necessarily an killing it; the ultimate True Dragon with Ancestral Dragon Blood, I won’t slay it lightly." Fang Qingye said coldly.
Mo Shouhe shook his head and said: "You have no choice but to kill it, because it holds the chance to evolve into an Ancestral Desolate Dragon due to my intervention"
Fang Qingye’s anger flared: "What have you done?"
Mo Shouhe smiled indifferently: "The few Ancestral Desolate Dragons that perished in the Ancient Wilderness era, I retained their Ancestral Blood."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingye understood; so, the True Dragon beca so frenzied due to Mo Shouhe’s scheming.
"Did you give it the Ancestral Dragon Blood? Just to seize its life force? Isn’t that unnecessary?" Fang Qingye said angrily.
Mo Shouhe snickered: "Unnecessary? The Ancestral Dragon Blood is useless to , and if this dragon doesn’t reach the Ancestral Desolate Dragon state, it holds no value. All the creatures it devours will have their life force return to my body. Wouldn’t exchanging a drop of Ancestral Dragon Blood for my increased lifespan be worthwhile?"
Fang Qingye felt secretly vexed, ultimately, he was still careless, not realizing when Mo Shouhe gave Ancestral Dragon Blood to the True Dragon. Had he discovered earlier, he wouldn’t be stuck in such a dilemma.
However, Fang Qingye also knew, he had beco a Martial Lord for too short a ti, compared to Mo Shouhe’s long years, Fang Qingye was still far too green. If not for Xuanyuan Ya’s extensive preparations and laying groundwork before dying, he wouldn’t have paved a road for Fang Qingye, even if Qingye beca a Martial Lord, it would be difficult to contend with Mo Shouhe.
"Fang Qingye, you don’t have much ti to ponder, even I can’t say when it will beco an Ancestral Desolate Dragon, then you won’t just face only ." Mo Shouhe said cryptically.
Fang Qingye heard the deep aning behind his words, his complexion dramatically changed, and he imdiately agreed to Mo Shouhe’s terms.
"Since you agreed, I won’t stop you, but hope you keep your promise; the dragon’s life force belongs to , or else I’ll show you the outco of angering ." Mo Shouhe said.
Fang Qingye flashed away, his heart heavy, knowing Mo Shouhe had subtly threatened him that if the True Dragon wasn’t dealt with promptly, should it beco an Ancestral Desolate Dragon, even the first Demon Saint attached to the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree might erge, trying to possess the Ancestral Desolate Dragon’s body and reappear in the world.
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