Chapter 1831

"Nonsense." the Blackwater flood dragon shouted angrily.

His eyes widened, blood-red filling his gaze, his massive body exuding terrifying demonic power, as if it would obliterate everything.

"I am utterly loyal to the dragon clan; how could you possibly understand?"

"Stop humiliating me, or I will tear you to pieces."

The Blackwater flood dragon opened its huge mouth, a mouthful of rich water flow condensing into a black sphere, continually expanding, expanding to a certain degree before spitting it out; the huge sphere moved at incredible speed, vanishing in an instant before reappearing before Diewumeng.

"Boom." The black sphere collided with Diewumeng, exploding instantly.

The Blackwater flood dragon had no time to rejoice, for he knew this strike had missed; the woman before him was an illusion, her true body not there.

"Damn it, this woman has bewitched my soul, causing me to misjudge." The Blackwater flood dragon struggled to calm himself, not to be hit, not to be charmed by the woman before him, for Diewumeng's charm technique is indeed strong.

Like the Dream Entry Art, both emanate invisibly, leaving him unable to resist.

Unable to find her true body, Diewumeng's silhouette appeared behind him—not her true form but another illusion; the Blackwater flood dragon did not strike, knowing it would waste demonic power, and that previous strike had caused no damage whatsoever.

Before understanding Diewumeng's divine ability, it's best not to act rashly or grow anxious; the more anxious one becomes, the more likely one will fall into inferiority. Diewumeng also noticed the Blackwater flood dragon's caution; he guards the Blackwater Dragon Palace with unwavering loyalty, and whether deep down he also craves the True Dragon's bloodline, no one knows.

One thing is certain: this monster harbors no such thought, indicating that the powerful entity within the Blackwater Dragon Palace may still be alive, with high probability.

If so, are Qinglong Daoren and Heishanyang not in danger?

At that moment, Diewumeng immediately wanted to warn them, but realized she could not sense them nor convey the news; her heart gave a thump: "Oh no, they might be in trouble—if that being inside is still alive, they won't escape."

The Blackwater Dragon Palace is their turf, their cave dwelling; formations and everything else are under their control—entering it is tantamount to walking into a net, waiting to be caught in a jar.

"Damn it, I can't notify them."

The Blackwater flood dragon said coldly, "Useless; the inside and outside of the Blackwater Dragon Palace are sealed off—once they go in, you cannot reach them."

"Inside, it's very dangerous; they will be killed."

He is not anxious, nor does he turn back to cause trouble for Qinglong Daoren and the others; instead, he guards against Diewumeng, not allowing her to enter. Two Tribulation Realm cultivators who are not even that—what could they accomplish if they went into the dragon palace?

They can do nothing.

"Two wastes, entering would be suicide; woman, you should be glad you didn't enter the dragon palace, otherwise you would soon become a corpse within it."

"If you're sensible, leave at once, and I will pretend nothing happened."

While the Blackwater flood dragon spoke, he was searching for her whereabouts, his divine ability sensing the surroundings, his demonic power continually spreading out like flowing water; his movements were very covert, yet he could not hide from Diewumeng.

Diewumeng gazed at the Blackwater flood dragon before her, beholding his massive form, yet harboring… a subtle thought; such a being is dangerous, Diewumeng dare not be careless, nor does she wish for him to discover her location, let alone see through her divine ability.

Both are probing, both standoffish; before they ascertain each other's strength, neither will strike first.

Inside the Blackwater Dragon Palace.

Qinglong Daoren and Heishanyang halted simultaneously, not moving forward.

Before them appeared a shocking sight: pitch-black qi condensed into ink, spreading outward, filling the surroundings, impossible to avoid or resist; that qi permeated their bodies, then entered within, affecting bloodlines and souls.

An extremely evil qi, like deathly qi, yet with a different effect.

That putrid qi had a rich odor, like the aura of something long dead, yet they felt no stench.

The two are not the same scent; the spiritual qi of heaven and earth here is rich, capable of preserving corpses, so such an aura should not appear unless the corpse had been dead for thousands or tens of thousands of years—clearly, the corpse before them has not.

Beneath the black qi lay a massive corpse, a True Dragon prone on the ground, coiled together, its blackish body layered with scales like blades, gleaming to reveal their likeness, as if reflected in a mirror.

Seeing their silhouettes, perfectly clear, the True Dragon's corpse is enormous; standing before it, one can only feel one's insignificance, like a mountain's stature, vast and terrifying, its coiled body curled in a spot, as heavenly and earthly spiritual qi continually enters its body, then seeps out as black deathly qi.

A tremendously terrifying scene that left Qinglong Daoren and Heishanyang choking back a sound, daring not to utter a word, not even to breathe, fearing to disturb this True Dragon—appearing dead yet seemingly alive; between the two of them, this state is exceedingly strange.

"The True Dragon's corpse, its bloodline purity is not weak."

"Kid, we've struck it rich—if we can carry away this True Dragon corpse, we'll make a fortune."

Heishanyang's heart surged with excitement; he sent a mental transmission to Qinglong Daoren, urging him not to act impulsively or strike, for at times like this one must watch closely and be cautious.

Qinglong Daoren replied, "I know, Heishanyang—why don't you probe a bit? If possible, just swallow him and leave."

Heishanyang: "……" Kid, you really think highly of me; although it could do that, it cannot swallow the True Dragon corpse.

For dead matter, it doesn't matter—just swallow it; its Devouring Divine Ability can consume anything, but for living beings it cannot be devoured, mainly because if the target resists, it's hard to swallow and would instead awaken this True Dragon.

Moreover, this place is very strange; the corpse before them does not resemble the entity they sought, and such a presence is insufficient to warrant the Kunpeng Guardian's attention.

Looking at it, it is only slightly stronger than the outside Blackwater flood dragon; its bloodline density is completely different from that of the Blackwater flood dragon—this is True Dragon bloodline, something the Blackwater flood dragon could never match even by flattery.

"Kid, I always have the feeling he's still alive." Heishanyang said worriedly, wanting to swallow his corpse but not daring to act recklessly; the two of them truly lack the ability to suppress a rioting True Dragon corpse—if Chen Chuyang, that kid, were here, Heishanyang would not hesitate, would directly swallow the corpse and show no courtesy.

Qinglong Daoren cannot—his strength does not allow it, nor does he have any backup ability; Heishanyang fears that acting rashly would instead kill Qinglong Daoren.

"You feel this too?" Qinglong Daoren asked in alarm.

"Kid, you feel this too?" Now Heishanyang also panicked—if one person has this feeling, it's an illusion; if two do, then it must be real.