Chapter 552: Chapter 551: War Nearly Erupts—Ao Bing Leaves with the Dragon Race [Part 1]

Thousands of dragon corpses, exuding a somber aura of death, floated behind the Old Dragon King.

This scene sent chills down one’s spine, an instinctive terror.

However, Ying Zheng was extremely satisfied, smiling as he said, "You have made the perfect choice. The Dragon Race, under your hand, will once again reach its former glory!"

This sounded like both a commendation and a promise.

But whether it was praise or a promise, that imperial demeanor was fully embodied in Ying Zheng.

He seemed like a born king.

His entire being was filled with confidence, overlooking everything, dominating all!

"Let’s hope so."

The Old Dragon King didn’t like Ying Zheng’s demeanor or tone, but he had to admit that the other was an excellent choice to place bets on!

"So, before returning to Great Qin, should we first eliminate a hidden danger?"

The Old Dragon King said, his indifferent gaze finally settling on Lin Heng.

In an instant, the entire atmosphere of the scene became subtly tense.

"Father, you... what do you intend to do?" Ao Bing asked nervously, the excitement in his expression replaced by concern.

The Old Dragon King did not respond to him, merely addressing Ying Zheng: "This person’s growth pace, even in the Ancient Era, is unheard of."

"Perhaps, we should seize this opportunity to eliminate this future great enemy."

He looked down at Lin Heng from above.

The other dragons had already moved into position, quietly encircling Lin Heng at the center.

The pureblood Dragons, born as Celestial Immortals, who survived the catastrophic Dragon Han calamity and Celestial Court’s suppression, naturally stood out among their kind.

Apart from the twelve Quasi-Saint-Level True Dragons.

Among the remaining Dragon Race, the Ancestral Immortal numbered almost half.

In truth, though the Dragon Race had been eternally suppressed in the North Sea, never seeing the light of day, their situation was far better than that of the Phoenix and Qilin.

At least their active forces have always been preserved.

In contrast, one of those two races was extinct, and the other had only two pureblood remaining.

"Father, the Daoist Lord came today to save you!"

Ao Bing was anxious, loudly urging, his kind-hearted nature unable to comprehend why his father wanted to act against the Daoist Lord?

Yet, the surrounding circle of dragons remained indifferent.

"Ao Bing, since we have chosen Great Qin, he is our future enemy."

"Rather than waiting for a future battle, besieging him today will solve the issue easily."

Many Dragon elders spoke, their tone extremely cold.

"But... but..."

Ao Bing was about to say more, but was interrupted by his cousin Ao Mo, "Have you forgotten your identity? You have only been with this Daoist for a few years, and you want to speak for him?"

"I haven’t..." Ao Bing explained.

His cousin Ao Xin, however, chuckled coldly.

"Really haven’t?"

"If that’s the case, why do you hesitate to seize his Destiny Dynasty?"

"I think you’ve long forgotten what the Old Dragon King instructed you upon freeing you, haven’t you?"

His gaze was sharp and his words short, causing Ao Bing’s face to flush with shame, feeling at a loss.

Ao Mo watched Ao Bing’s weak demeanor with a sneer of disdain and contempt.

He always looked down on Ao Bing.

But there was nothing to be done; Ao Bing was born with Great Fortune. Even if his nature was weak, the dragons viewed him as their future and hope.

Back then, at the bottom of the North Sea, when Shen Gongbao had Lin Heng choose to release one out of himself, Ao Xin, and Ao Bing.

Both he and Ao Xin fought hard for the choice.

But without any hesitation, Lin Heng chose Ao Bing.

This made him harbor resentment in his heart.

Now, given the chance, he naturally wanted to get revenge!

Yet Lin Heng appeared calm and serene, saying lightly, "If anyone wishes to attack this humble Daoist, just go ahead."

"No matter."

"It’s just as well. This humble Daoist would like to hone the edges of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords. If you all insist on throwing away the hard-earned leisure, this humble Daoist wouldn’t mind fulfilling that wish."

Four Divine Swords manifested around Lin Heng, their brilliance flickering, the sword energy poised to split the heavens and the earth.

The killing intent of the Dragon Race resonated through the North Sea.

The sword energy of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords similarly stirred the Nine Heavens.

Lin Heng stood amidst the dragons, immensely composed, without the slightest hint of fear.

The murderous aura was chillingly intense, freezing this side of the void with white frost.

The atmosphere of the scene thus became heavy.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath.

"Don’t do this, everyone, we are not enemies..." Ao Bing was completely anxious, trapped between the Dragon Race and the Daoist Court, making him feel powerless, as if caught in a whirlpool.

Behind Lin Heng, the Ox Demon King’s face also turned slightly pale.

He frequently glanced at Princess Iron Fan, but Princess Iron Fan was as cold as a snowy lotus in the high mountains, her gaze not falling on him even slightly, as if he no longer existed in her eyes.

This grieved the Ox Demon King.

Of course, at this moment, no one would pay attention to the old couple.

All eyes were on the Dragon Race.

Many forces, secretly hoping.

"Go ahead, start fighting!"

"The more fierce the fight, the better."

"If they can kill that Lord of the Daoist Court, it would be perfect!"

A quasi-saint whispered, someone who had participated in the Dao-slaughtering war, hiding in the shadows, eagerly awaiting the Ancient Wilderness Dragon Race to besiege Lin Heng.

And the atmosphere on the scene.

With the standoff, it gradually fell to the brink of freezing.

The void even began to tremble slightly.

The great battle was on the verge of erupting.

Until Ying Zheng spoke, breaking the stalemate.

"No hurry."

"This Lord of the Daoist Court, after all, is a descendant of my Great Qin’s old land."

"Let’s wait until someday when Great Qin and the Daoist Court are truly at odds, and then I will learn from him again at that time."

Ying Zheng smiled, his demeanor serene, dissolving the tense atmosphere.

As the lord of Great Qin, since he had spoken such words.

The Old Dragon King naturally would not persist further.

He turned to Ao Bing and said, "Go to Great Qin."

Just three concise words, leaving Ao Bing’s expression complicated.

"But... But the Immortal Court’s ascension to the Celestial Court requires me..."

The Old Dragon King said nothing, simply staring at him expressionlessly.

His heart trembled, turning his gaze towards Lin Heng, dragon eyes filled with apology.

Lin Heng smiled slightly and said, "Go, you’re the Dragon Race’s hope."

Ao Bing hesitated, finally lowering his head and said in a deep voice, "Daoist Lord, take care!"

Having said that, he retreated behind the Old Dragon King, joining the ranks of the dragons.

Ying Zheng looked indifferent to all as he glanced at Lin Heng, then turned to leave.

Nearly a hundred true dragons, carrying thousands of dragon corpses, followed Ying Zheng and departed in grand procession.

Princess Iron Fan was also among them.

"Iron Fan..."

The long-silent Ox Demon King finally couldn’t help but call out to her.

Princess Iron Fan did not respond, nor did she look back.

The Ox Demon King shouted loudly, "Red Boy misses you often, do visit the Daoist Court to see him when you have time."