Chapter 191

What a bunch of filial sons and virtuous grandsons—just think back then, this flood dragon progenitor was, in name, an existence equal to the Dao Yi Sect's patriarch.

Back then there was no near-sea great formation; the flood dragon progenitor was hailed as the Demon Race's strongest, and even in Dongzhou his fame was tremendous.

But look now—it's turned into a pile of white bones, yet its own descendants dig it up to break the formation; I doubt even it imagined that.

"Alas, this is what they call same kind, different fate."

Hong Zun sighed; although the Dao Yi Sect and the East Sea water tribe are mortal enemies, he still holds great respect for this progenitor of the flood dragon clan.

No matter what, they had strength; they once fought evenly with our sect's patriarch, and even the patriarch sighed that meeting such an opponent in life is a fortune.

But now, the Dao Yi Sect's patriarch is buried like a treasure in the sect's ancestral tomb; each memorial day, Qi Xiong leads all the sect's senior members in worship.

Every day disciples specially clean it; the grass on the mound never grows over one centimeter.

As for the other statues, spirit tablets, incense and so on, they've never been interrupted.

Looking back at the flood dragon progenitor—what a sin.

Though the sigh is just a sigh, seeing the flood dragon progenitor dug up by this lunatic brood, Hong Zun and the others realize that to preserve the near-sea great formation now, they must rely on their plan.

Those bone spikes before might not break the formation, but the flood dragon progenitor's skeleton is fully capable of forcibly tearing the great formation apart.

Therefore, their move must be made, and it must succeed.

"It's up to you, Zhāng Tiānzhèn Shī xiōng."

"Don't worry, I've long been ready."

As a ninth-rank formation master, and with this near-sea great formation drawn by the Dao Yi Sect's patriarch, opening a gap in the formation light curtain is naturally easy for Zhāng Tiānzhèn—like opening his own door.

He still hadn't noticed that the "Hong Zun," "Qing Shi," and the two others before him were impostors; after offering his ancestor's skeleton, the Old Dragon King's smile grew ever richer.

Having learned from before, it wasted no words; after a furious shout, it directly drove its ancestor to crash violently into the formation.

With a booming crash, the skeleton and formation collided hard; the flood dragon progenitor's bones instantly showed cracks, even two ribs fell off, appearing heavily damaged.

But the near-sea great formation also shuddered violently, its light curtain beginning to crack and spread.

Paying no heed to its ancestor's injury, the Old Dragon King laughed with greater confidence.

Zhang Tiancheng in the shadows sighed.

"The formation can't hold, but to break it the flood dragon progenitor's skeleton will probably be ruined."

"No bones left? Mutual destruction?"

"Not bad."

What a bunch of lunatics—really, that's your ancestor; without it, where would you come from? You honor it like this, insisting on grinding its bones to ash?

The many demon kings around still roared excitedly.

"The progenitor is mighty."

"The progenitor is mighty."

"We're about to have no bones left, yet you still call it mighty—admirable, admirable."

Soon came a second impact; the flood dragon progenitor's skeleton dropped a few more pieces, cracks grew denser, but the near-sea great formation was the same.

Seeing the formation teetering, the Old Dragon King's eyes blazed as he looked at his ancestor.

"Ancestor, go—for my water tribe's rise, please break the great formation."

"Please, ancestor, break the great formation."

"Please, ancestor, break the great formation."

On the third strike, the flood dragon progenitor's skeleton snapped completely in two—only the dragon head remained, the rest utterly shattered.

But the formation likewise looked like it needed just one more blow.

The disciples inside the formation wore solemn expressions, ready; once the formation broke, they could only face the water tribe head‑on.

Seeing the disciples' faces, the Old Dragon King outside felt utterly refreshed.

The secret losses we suffered at Divine Sword Peak's hands now seemed to be vomited up all at once.

What is this? It means that although I've taken many losses, I don't care—but for you Dao Yi Sect, if I get even a chance, your end will be death without a burial place.

"He who laughs last wins."

He sighed silently; perhaps because he was too excited, the Old Dragon King didn't notice that not far from the entrance, the formation had been opened a slit, and Hong Zun and the three had already poked their heads out, Qing Shi holding a cold‑light flashing big hook.

"You must hook true, don't veer off."

"Good."

Qing Shi wore a solemn face; the chance comes only once—if missed, trying again would be as hard as climbing to heaven.

The hook swayed slowly; the Old Dragon King still hadn't noticed, at this moment it was preparing to deliver the final blow to the great formation.

In its view, the near-sea great formation's breach was already certain, so it confidently told the demon kings behind it.

"My water tribe warriors, follow me into Dongzhou; the water tribe's rise is today—watch me break the formation..................."

As he spoke proudly, a swoosh—the Old Dragon King vanished outright from the spot.

"The water tribe's rise is today."

"The water tribe's rise is............ holy shit, where's the Dragon King?"

The water tribe demon king beside him was still shouting loudly; in the blink of an eye, damn it, the Dragon King's gone?

Damn, it's spooky—just a moment ago he was there, such a big Dragon King, right before their eyes, how did he suddenly disappear?

Meanwhile, Qing Shi lived up to expectations, hooking the Old Dragon King over with one pull; seeing this, Hong Zun rejoiced and hurriedly shouted to Zhāng Tiānzhèn.

"Formation, formation, quick."

Zhāng Tiānzhèn, hearing that, was no slower; he immediately threw out dozens, even hundreds of formations, and within a second everyone around was encircled by formation barriers.

Hooking the Old Dragon King over is just the first step; next comes the encirclement and kill.

But the Old Dragon King is a demon king at the perfected realm; even if Hong Zun and the four join forces, killing him will take some time.

During that time, we need the formation to block the water tribe demon kings' reinforcements.

For this, Zhang Tianzhen could be said to have emptied out his own family wealth.

A ninth-grade formation master, the savings accumulated over a lifetime, were all taken out by Zhang Tianzhen.

Over a hundred formations, the lowest grade being ninth-grade, even including those that Zhang Tianzhen had expended great effort to obtain, the three saint-grade formations he had always kept as trump cards were all taken out.

This makes the old man feel heartache.

The formation activated, the Dragon King had already entered the formation, with a crisp sound, Hong Zun's wine sword was drawn.

"Kill."

Immediately they killed toward the old Dragon King.

They hadn't even reacted before being surrounded and killed by Hong Zun and the three others.

In his eyes a flash of confusion, the old Dragon King himself was dazed, "Where am I? Just now I wasn't trying to break the formation? How did I suddenly appear here?"

Right, it seemed like a big hook swooshed over, yeah, hook, big hook.......... damn, hook, Qing Shi............

Thinking of the hook, the old Dragon King instantly felt familiar, then recalled Qing Shi, and his expression changed drastically.