Chapter 21: The Third Floor of the Tongtian Tower, the Founding Ancestor of the Wang Family, Wang Daoji!

Lin Potian spread his hands: "I don't have that thing either. All the Undying Divine Medicines in the Zhutian Wanjie are in the hands of the True Immortals of those Longevity Families; how could I possibly have any?"

Ao Wushuang immediately retorted: "Then how are you still alive, Daoist friend? You were already a Great Emperor one hundred thousand years ago. Don't tell me you've lived for over one hundred thousand years in just a single lifetime..."

Lin Potian did not hide it: "It was given to me by a Dizun from the Yiyu, which is why I previously forbade you and your son from killing those Foreign Territory Five. I... owe the Dizun a favor!"

"I see."

Ao Wushuang nodded in response, his mindset finally balancing out a bit. The Dragon-man Clan is the longest-lived; a Human Race Ten-fold Heaven Great Emperor can only live for fifty thousand years, while their lifespan can reach one hundred and fifty thousand years!

But even the longest life was nearing its end, and with their half-human bloodline, neither Ao Wushuang nor his son Ao Yin wanted to go out and launch a dark turmoil to slaughter all living things.

Just then, Ao Yin had a sudden inspiration!

He ran over and said fawningly: "Foster father, that evil cultivator on the third floor has two stalks of Undying Divine Medicine... He has committed countless evils, is the most wicked of all, and stops at nothing! Foster father, why don't you just...!"

Lin Potian frowned, raised his hand to interrupt: "Stop calling me foster father. You are a Four-Clawed Golden Dragon; I cannot bear that! Besides, this deal is too much of a loss. I fear your essence blood isn't worth two stalks of Undying Divine Medicine! You must..."

Ao Yin looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "Foster father, then what should we do?"

Lin Potian blurted out without hesitation: "You must add money—cough, cough... no, add blood!"

Having said that, Lin Potian backhanded and pulled out the Saint-grade Glazed Pool!

Gurgle, gurgle~

The continuously flowing True Dragon Essence Blood gradually filled the entire pool!

Ao Wushuang and Ao Yin both turned pale, as if they were exhausted!

Lin Potian's face darkened; these two little Dragon-men were truly devious!

They had previously said they couldn't even squeeze out a single drop of essence blood, but the moment he finished speaking, the two of them began desperately pouring out essence blood as if it were worthless!

Furthermore, as far as Lin Potian knew, these two had never gone out to cause turmoil; otherwise, Lin Potian would not have been so easy to talk to.

Ao Yin's face was pale, revealing a smile of a scheme succeeded, and he said with a grin: "Foster father, there really is none left; I can't squeeze out even a single drop!"

Ao Wushuang was even more exaggerated, his expression withered to the extreme, looking very much like he would die immediately if he didn't get to eat Undying Divine Medicine!

Lin Potian waved his hand, put the Dragon Blood Pool back into his Storage Space, and said irritably: "It's my bad luck to have met you two oddball father and son today. I'll take on your matter! But the premise is that the person on the third floor must be an evil cultivator! Otherwise... I would rather return this blood to you than form a grudge for no reason and cut off someone's path in life!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Yin patted his chest with a thud and said with absolute certainty: "That person is definitely an evil cultivator. I have never seen a freak covered in eyeballs and suffering from bone hyperplasia everywhere! By the way, according to your Human Race's terminology, this is called Double Pupil and Supreme Bone!"

Mentioning this person, Ao Wushuang on the side showed extreme wariness and warned: "This person is extremely evil. He goes out to cause turmoil once every ten thousand years, and every night he shouts, 'Daoist master has succeeded, he has succeeded!' I don't know what he has succeeded in; he's just a madman!"

After a pause, Ao Wushuang smiled awkwardly, "But what is certain is that this madman's strength is extremely high. Even when Ao Yin and I attacked together, we were suppressed with a flip of his hand... otherwise, we wouldn't be stuck here on the second floor."

Lin Potian's expression froze, and he instantly thought of someone, stirring up some memories!

He asked tentatively: "Is this person... surnamed Wang?"

Ao Wushuang was stunned for a moment: "Daoist friend, how did you know his name is Wang Daoji?"

Lin Potian's expression changed slightly, secretly thinking it was indeed him!

Wang Daoji!

That evil cultivator who, one hundred thousand years ago, became a Great Emperor by plundering the Dao Fruit of others and plundering the Double Pupil and Supreme Bone!

If his calculations were correct, this Wang Daoji was also the first-generation founding ancestor of the Wang Family, who were currently pressing the Lin Family hard!

Back then, Wang Daoji slaughtered the living beings of the Zhutian Wanjie on a massive scale in order to break through to the True Immortal realm above the Great Emperor. Lin Potian had once hunted Wang Daoji down; he never expected him to have hidden inside the Tongtian Tower!

Just right, he could settle old and new scores together!

Since he couldn't wipe out the Wang Family right now, he would collect some interest from this Wang Daoji!

Ao Yin on the side thought of something and gritted his teeth: "This Wang Daoji also makes us hand over True Dragon Blood once every hundred years for him to temper his body. It is truly hateful!"

"You gave it to him?"

"He insisted on it, and we couldn't beat him!" Ao Yin's expression was resentful, looking just like a grieving woman in a deep boudoir.

Ao Wushuang's expression was helpless, and he sighed gloomily: "If we could do it over again, we would definitely resist to the end! Unfortunately, once you give it once, there is a second time. With our strength waning while his waxed, we were completely no match for him."

Lin Potian revealed a look of realization. No wonder these two little Dragon-men were so deeply hateful toward Wang Daoji; it turned out they had been thoroughly beaten into submission by that Wang Daoji!

That made sense; after all, someone who could escape from his hands back then was indeed not simple!

Just then, a thunderclap sounded in the sky!

A closed-eyed human face that occupied the entire sky appeared, and his face was even... covered in Double Pupils!

A cold and tyrannical voice came from his mouth: "The hundred-year deadline has arrived; why haven't you sent the True Dragon Blood to this Emperor today? You two loaches, are you looking to die?"

Ao Yin's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously shrank behind Ao Wushuang. Ao Wushuang then shrank behind Lin Potian, pointing at the giant human face above, trembling: "Da... Daoist friend, he is Wang Daoji!"

Lin Potian naturally saw it too, and a cold sneer curled the corner of his mouth; it was indeed him!

He immediately shouted sternly: "Open your dozens of eyeballs and look carefully to see who I am!"

Wang Daoji above felt the voice was familiar, but couldn't recall it for a moment?

He couldn't help but open his eyes to look.

Dozens of eyeballs as large as stars looked down!

"It... it's you, Lin Potian! You actually aren't dead yet!"

Wang Daoji panicked immediately!

The shadow of being ruthlessly suppressed back then instantly surfaced before his eyes again!

At that time, he was high-spirited and thought himself the number one person beneath the True Immortals, but he never expected that in less than a hundred moves, he would be beaten like a dead dog!

Not only was his Supreme Bone kicked and broken by Lin Potian, but even one of his Double Pupils was poked blind before he barely managed to escape!

Meeting again, it was still fear!

But immediately, Wang Daoji's mind steadied!

Since that time, Wang Daoji had learned from his bitter experience, feeling only that he didn't have enough Supreme Bones and Double Pupils!

Otherwise, he would not have lost that battle!

Over these one hundred thousand years, Wang Daoji had dug up graves everywhere, and he had indeed found quite a few Double Pupils and Supreme Bones of his ancestors!

Without the slightest hesitation, he had refined them all into his own body!

He has become this current monster-like appearance, neither human nor ghost, yet more terrifying than a ghost!

However, although his appearance is terrifying, there have been gains, and his strength has reached an entirely new realm!

Although he does not know the name of this realm, it is indeed far stronger than a Peak Great Emperor.

Looking down at the composed Lin Potian, Wang Daoji mocked incessantly: "Lin Potian, although I don't know how you found your way here, aren't you just purely courting death by daring to come find me? Do you really think I am still the same Wang Daoji as before? Take a good look at my current realm!"

A wisp of terrifying Great Emperor might pressed down toward the ground!

Ao Yin and Ao Wushuang immediately felt a sweetness in their throats, and a large mouthful of blood was coughed out!

The two of them, suffering from a loss of vital blood, could not even withstand the pressure now!

Lin Potian's expression changed slightly for an instant, thinking to himself that he had some skill!

Although this Wang Daoji took a crooked path, he had actually reached the same First-Turn Great Emperor realm as himself!

However, he himself was at the peak of the First-Turn, and although Wang Daoji was also at the peak of the First-Turn, they could not be mentioned in the same breath!

Lin Potian had the confidence to crush Wang Daoji!

Beating him would be as easy as crushing an ant!

He lightly flicked his sleeves, tossing Ao Yin and Ao Wushuang away to the side of the Black Dragon and the others, who were watching this scene with their toes curled in tension, and shot straight up into the sky!

He slashed a sword strike toward Wang Daoji!

The sword light whistled as he shouted: "You've grown so ugly, looking at you makes me sick! You crooked thing, dealing with you is just like stepping on an ant!"

Lin Potian showed no mercy in his words, and he had no desire to show any mercy to this Wang Daoji; it was already good enough that he hadn't started cursing his ancestors and lineage directly!

Wang Daoji was stunned; in the past, Lin Potian would at least say a few words before starting to fight, so why was he acting like he'd been injected with adrenaline the moment he saw him now, starting the fight immediately?

Watching the aggressively approaching Lin Potian, Wang Daoji was so angry he laughed: "You'll beat me like you're beating an ant?"

"Arrogant!"

"Heaven-opening Double Pupil!"

"Nine Nether Tribulation Light!"

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are exceptionally jealous; there was no extra nonsense, just straight to the fight!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sky was filled with the divine light emitted by the Double Pupil and the Supreme Bone; the sky... was actually torn apart!

Just as the sword radiance and the tribulation light were about to collide, a cold voice echoed on the second floor of the Tongtian Tower: "If you want to fight, go fight on the Peak Arena; this is only the second floor of the Tongtian Tower, the laws cannot contain the two of you!"

As soon as the voice fell, they looked up to see a golden, shimmering arena with complete rules and a solid Great Dao appear out of thin air!

Below, Ao Yin and Ao Wushuang's breathing became rapid; they looked at each other and blurted out simultaneously:

"The legend is actually true!"