Chapter 145: Suppression

The Four-Eyed True Immortal bled.

Spiritual Qi swirled around his body, immortal energy leaked out, and he no longer possessed the aura of an immortal.

The appearance of the other seven True Immortals was no different from his.

At this moment, the True Immortals were listless, yet their eyes flashed with sharp light.

"As expected of a True Dragon; having just stepped into the True Immortal realm, he can already fight us for ten years!"

The stronger the True Dragon and the higher his talent, the greater the benefits for them.

The Four-Eyed True Immortal wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "True Dragon, do you think you have won just by suppressing the eight of us?"

"You have no idea what kind of opponents you are facing!"

Lin Chao's expression was cold and stern, his golden eyes devoid of emotion.

"It is a battle of life and death, why think so much?"

The Four-Eyed True Immortal and the other seven exchanged glances.

"We shall return to the True Source to heal our wounds and let the other True Immortals unseal themselves to Slay the True Dragon!"

Having said this, the Four-Eyed True Immortal and the others immediately retreated.

Suddenly, in the depths of the Heavenly Palace, countless dormant auras surged.

When that bronze Gate in the depths of the Heavenly Palace opened, Lin Chao's pupils constricted.

He sensed dozens of profound auras!

The True Immortals in the Heavenly Palace were not a dozen or so, but dozens!

Among those dormant auras, Lin Chao knew that in a one-on-one fight, he might not necessarily win.

Thinking of this, Lin Chao's gaze instantly became dangerous.

He could not let the Four-Eyed True Immortal and the others heal in peace.

Otherwise, if this continued, it would become him alone fighting dozens of True Immortals.

And it would be a war of attrition.

"Small Wish Technique!"

At this moment, Lin Chao did not hesitate and immediately unleashed his Small Wish Technique.

He used his own dragon scales as a sacrifice to activate the Small Wish Technique.

Instantly, three hundred dragon scales were stripped from his dragon body.

A piercing pain struck him.

A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and one dies.

The pain of stripping these three hundred dragon scales was like stripping a reverse scale.

That kind of pain was a pain hidden deep in the bloodline, a pain mixed with both flesh and soul.

Lin Chao gritted his teeth, and a dragon roar resounded.

The massive dragon body appeared abruptly behind the Four-Eyed True Immortal.

The dragon claws struck out, and the heavens and earth trembled.

The Four-Eyed True Immortal's eyes split open in terror, and the other True Immortals also felt a huge threat.

How could the massive True Dragon suddenly appear behind the Four-Eyed True Immortal?

"Die!"

A strike containing Lin Chao's full strength landed on the Four-Eyed True Immortal.

The Four-Eyed True Immortal's small body exploded with a bang at this moment.

Lin Chao's figure also retreated at this moment.

The eight newly emerged True Immortals looked at the blood-stained True Dragon, their gazes shaken.

"Be careful, this True Dragon has a secret technique that can completely mask his aura and suddenly teleport!"

The Four-Eyed True Immortal had fallen.

This sounded an alarm for the True Immortals in the Heavenly Palace.

"Let us form a Formation, eight as one, to face the enemy together!" one of the True Immortals proposed.

At this time, the True Dragon was already injured.

However, they had been cautious for ten thousand years and naturally would not be arrogant.

"He has been heavily wounded; we will grind him down slowly. If we spend ten years, we can surely exhaust him to death!"

"As long as we exhaust him to death, all the effort will be worth it!"

These eight True Immortals had already made up their minds to exhaust the True Dragon to death.

The eight of them were not the strongest among the True Immortals.

If they attacked and still could not Slay the True Dragon, they could at least exhaust the True Dragon's Dragon Essence, worsen his injuries, and prevent him from healing.

In this way, when the new eight True Immortals took the field, how long could this True Dragon hold on?

This was the safest method.

The battle continued for another seven years; the heavens collapsed, the earth cracked, and the sun and moon lost their light.

These eight True Immortals looked terrified.

They discovered that every time the True Dragon's injuries reached a dangerous state, a scale would fall off, and the True Dragon's injuries would recover slightly.

"He has a secret technique, damn it!"

"Let's see how many times his secret technique can be used!"

"With so many of us fellow Daoists, we can surely exhaust him to death!"

This was Lin Chao performing the Small Wish Technique, recovering a portion of his own injuries at the cost of permanently losing a dragon scale.

Deep within the Heavenly Palace, there are ruins everywhere.

These ruins were formed by the battles between Lin Chao and the True Immortals.

However, their fighting is all contained within the Zhenyuan Zhidi deep inside the Heavenly Palace.

Lin Chao cannot leave, and these True Immortals cannot leave this place either.

Lin Chao once again used the Small Wish Technique at the cost of permanently stripping away twenty dragon scales, severing the connection between the Zhenyuan Zhidi and the outside of the Heavenly Palace.

He, a single dragon, blocked the Zhenyuan Zhidi, fighting the group of immortals alone.

Five years later, ten True Immortals walked out from the Bronze Gate.

These ten True Immortals far surpassed the previous eight True Immortals.

Lin Chao transformed into his dragon form, blood constantly dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his massive dragon body was also covered in blood.

A smile played on the corners of his mouth: "Ten True Immortals at once—is this your limit?"

"Hmph!" The leading True Immortal's gaze flickered. "Ten True Immortals are more than enough to wound you!"

"Is that so?" Lin Chao's gaze was calm; facing ten True Immortals, he was completely unafraid.

"Your secret technique requires the consumption of dragon scales.

The total number of dragon scales on a dragon's body is one yuan, which is 129,600!

I reckon that once your dragon scales are exhausted, what will you have left to stop us!"

These True Immortals were not fools; during the battle, they discovered Lin Chao's Small Wish Technique and concluded it was a secret technique that required the consumption of dragon scales to cast.

Lin Chao's gaze was profound: "Fight!"

With the Small Wish Technique, Lin Chao seemed never to tire, suppressing the Heavenly Palace alone and fighting the group of immortals by himself.

Time slipped by, and three hundred years of history flowed away.

The battle of the Heavenly Palace was still filled with high fighting spirit.

Lin Chao's dragon body was covered in blood; he had suffered countless wounds.

If not for the Small Wish Technique, he would have died long ago.

Relying on the Small Wish Technique, he also successfully ambushed and Slayed three True Immortals.

This result was remarkable, making the group of immortals wary.

However, the dragon scales on his body had already diminished significantly.

Those True Immortals still did not rest or sleep, nor did they have any intention of calling for surrender, engaging in a bitter battle with Lin Chao.

"Everyone, be careful. Focus on consumption; do not be overly eager for success and harm your useful bodies!"

"As long as we wear him down for a thousand years and exhaust this beast's dragon scales, that will be the time of his death!

Obtaining the True Dragon body will make our thousand years of effort a tremendous harvest!"

Facing the True Immortals, Lin Chao was completely unafraid.

Over these many years, he had already investigated the number of True Immortals.

Currently, there were sixty-three who had fought him.

Among them, there were still five terrifying auras lying in wait that had never fought Lin Chao.

Outside the Heavenly Palace.

The Ghost Immortal sat upright on his throne, his brows furrowed.

Beside him, the Gatekeeper lowered his head: "My Lord, how is it?"

"A mutation has occurred deep within the Heavenly Palace; I cannot communicate with it." The Ghost Immortal's gaze flickered.

Not only could he not communicate, but that constant supply of Spirit Power had also ceased.

This meant that if his magic power were exhausted, he would become a mere mortal completely.

Moreover, he could not resurrect infinitely; he could only resurrect once.

"This?" The Gatekeeper's expression was grave; it was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Stop the harvesting on behalf of Heaven," the Ghost Immortal said.

Harvesting while patrolling on behalf of Heaven consumed a great deal of magic power.

Now that he could not communicate with the True Immortals deep in the Heavenly Palace, it was best to stop for now.

"As you command." The Gatekeeper agreed, then hesitated: "What about those heaven-gifted geniuses?"

"Hmph." The Ghost Immortal snorted coldly. "If they do not become True Immortals, how can they Slay me?"

A thousand years of time passed leisurely.

At Dragon King Ridge, Xiang Qi opened her eyes.

Around her, immortal Qi swirled; she was bathed in divine light, looking like a goddess.

"Finally, the late stage of the Pseudo-Immortal Realm. Another breakthrough and I will reach the True Spirit."

The True Spirit Realm already stood at the pinnacle of Jiuzhou.

Beside her, Shen Die glanced at Xiang Qi, her gaze calm: "Congratulations."

Xiang Qi's gaze was profound: "I am still not as good as you; I fear that in less than a hundred years, you will be able to step into the True Spirit Realm."

"What does a True Spirit count for?" Shen Die sighed softly.

"The Ghost Immortal is in the True Immortal Realm; if we gather the dozens of True Spirits of our Jiuzhou, he will surely die!" Xiang Qi's gaze was resolute.

In the past, Jiuzhou had very few powerhouses in the True Spirit Realm; their number had never reached double digits.

Now, all the heaven-gifted geniuses had emerged, and Xiang Qi believed that in two thousand years, the number of True Spirit Realm powerhouses in Jiuzhou would reach a terrifying amount.

By then, defying the heavens to Slay an immortal would have a great chance of success.

Shen Die looked at Xiang Qi and said nothing more; she continued to watch the Wusheng Well, seemingly waiting for something.

Looking at Shen Die's dejected and sorrowful appearance, complex emotions stirred within Xiang Qi's heart.

"Are you waiting for Xiang Long?" Xiang Qi recalled the complex expression Shen Die had worn toward Xiang Long a thousand years ago.

Nowadays, Shen Die has even stayed in the Xiang Family for nearly a thousand years.

Shen Die remained silent, offering no answer.

"Ever since Xiang Long left last time, he has lost all trace; who knows where he went?

But I believe that when the War of Immortal Slaying begins, he will return!" Xiang Qi sighed languidly.

PS: My writing skills are lacking, I can't write this kind of plot well, apologies!

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