Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 308 - 210: The True Dragon on the Brink of Death
Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul was completely withered within Yao Su’s sea of consciousness.
When the Chaos Storm hit, Zhao Yi was directly struck down by the Tribulation Thunder.
Strands of black lightning roamed within the Soul Aperture, the Divine Soul trembled, and Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul was at risk of collapsing at any moment.
The Residual Soul of the Sage of Time wasn’t much better off than Zhao Yi’s.
The body of the Sage of Time was caught off guard by the Chaos Thunder Tribulation within the Little World.
The true body of the Sage of Time was extraordinarily powerful, and the barriers of the Little World couldn’t stop her at all.
However, she didn’t take the Chaos Tribulation Thunder to heart.
The Chaos Storm, which Zhao Yi feared, was not even as intriguing in the eyes of the Sage of Time as the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which had taken form.
It wasn’t until the black lightning struck her true body that the Sage of Time finally realized the danger.
By the time she reacted and wanted to escape, it was already too late.
The Chaos Storm’s full attack didn’t kill the Sage of Time, but it had already borne a grudge against her.
The true body of the Sage of Time was locked onto by the black lightning, with no way to escape other than to endure.
With her true body injured, the Residual Soul of the Sage of Time also suffered a significant blow.
When Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul was lying on the ground, barely hanging on, the colorful light sphere that the Sage of Time’s Residual Soul had transformed into dulled, like a soap bubble.
Although it looked radiant, a mere breeze could burst it.
In Yao Su’s sea of consciousness, these two originally were the strongest.
Yet, unexpectedly, both Zhao Yi and the Sage of Time found themselves on the brink of collapse.
While Su Qianqian and Yao Su, who had always been suppressed, were instead regaining strength, with the Power of the Divine Soul surpassing the two of them.
The Sage of Time’s Residual Soul was about to be extinguished, and the restrictions she placed on Su Qianqian and Yao Su earlier also became ineffective.
When Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul was barely clinging to life on the ground, he suddenly saw a pair of round, jade-like small white feet appear before him.
He was momentarily stunned and hadn’t reacted when he heard Su Qianqian’s voice come from above.
"Do you like them?"
Truth be told, they were quite nice to look at.
Although Su Qianqian was foolish, she must have had some extraordinary qualities to be recognized by the plot’s will of the Cultivation World as the early-stage female protagonist.
Her little feet weren’t misshapen from foot binding, but rather small and round, looking like adorably plump baby’s feet.
If such a pair of feet existed in Zhao Yi’s previous life, those perverted foot fetishists would be screaming and rushing to lick them.
"So-so, I guess."
Zhao Yi curled his lip, turned his head, and said nonchalantly.
Meanwhile, various thoughts were swiftly churning in his mind, pondering Su Qianqian’s sudden approach and her intentions.
Given the previous situation, Su Qianqian and Yao Su, after breaking free from the restrictions, should have immediately started a fight.
However, Su Qianqian didn’t go to find Yao Su, nor did she seek out the male lead, but came to Zhao Yi’s side instead.
Zhao Yi’s heart immediately trembled with fear.
The weasel is wishing the chickens a Happy New Year — Su Qianqian certainly had ill intentions.
Su Qianqian looked at Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul lying on the ground, her face showing a gentle smile.
She stretched out her smooth and delicate little hand, cautiously trying to help Zhao Yi up from the ground.
Seeing this scene, if Zhao Yi weren’t in his Residual Soul state now, he might have been covered in goosebumps.
"Are you crazy?"
Zhao Yi turned his head to look at Su Qianqian and bluntly asked.
In his previous life, Zhao Yi had heard a Western joke:
"When humans think, God laughs."
This joke couldn’t be more fitting for Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian’s pretentiousness made Zhao Yi shiver with disgust, almost laughing his head off.
When Su Qianqian heard Zhao Yi’s words, her face immediately went stiff.
She likely had a request for Zhao Yi.
Despite being nearly infuriated, Su Qianqian still forcibly suppressed her anger and didn’t let it show.
Seeing that Zhao Yi was unyielding, Su Qianqian began to play the emotional card: "Zhao Yi, how have I treated you?"
Zhao Yi’s Residual Soul was still being struck by lightning, grimacing in pain, and casually replied to Su Qianqian: "You’ve just been okay to me."
While Zhao Yi spoke, his Divine Sense didn’t forget to observe the Little World.
The Chaos Storm in the Little World still continuously bombarded the Sage of Time’s true body.
Zhao Yi originally thought the stature of the Sage of Time was tall enough to withstand the Chaos Storm.
But now it seemed he was mistaken.
The true body’s strength of the Sage of Time was indeed formidable.
Every word and action could influence the life and death of countless beings around.
However, the Chaos Storm defied the heavens too much.
During previous instances, the Chaos Storm’s power was dispersed, and by the time it was evenly distributed to everyone, the power of the thunder and fire had significantly diminished.
Consequently, Zhao Yi had the illusion that the Chaos Thunder Tribulation was nothing special.
Now seeing the Sage of Time’s true body alone facing the black lightning.
Zhao Yi only then realized the terror of the Chaos Tribulation Thunder.
The Sage of Time’s physical body had already been destroyed. Now, all that was left was a dazzling cloud of seven-colored brilliance formed from the divine soul, putting up a last stand.
This wasn’t Zhao Yi’s first time being struck by tribulation thunder.
He knew very well that the Sage of Time could not withstand many more hits from the tribulation thunder in this state.
Divine souls belong to the yin, while tribulation thunder is of pure yang strength.
The Sage of Time’s divine soul was completely suppressed by the black lightning created by the Chaos Tribulation Thunder.
She might not even last an incense stick’s worth of time before she falls.
Zhao Yi didn’t care about the Sage of Time’s life or death.
What he was concerned about was what to do with the remaining tribulation thunder after the Sage of Time perishes.
Outside the Little World, there were no signs of the Chaos Storm stopping at all.
Instead, as time passed, more and more Chaos Qi accumulated outside the Little World.
The Chaos Storm continued to expand.
Obviously.
The day the Sage of Time falls will be the day the Little World collapses, and Zhao Yi is utterly obliterated along with his divine soul.
Zhao Yi’s mind was in turmoil.
Su Qianqian, as usual, remained oblivious to the situation.
She glanced at Yao Su in the distance and urged Zhao Yi, "I’ve been so good to you, shouldn’t you repay me? Why don’t you help me kill that bitch over there as a repayment? I know you love me deeply. If you kill that bitch, I can reward you by allowing you to gift me the Miaoyin Bell from Cuihua Building."
Hmm?
Zhao Yi’s residual soul almost froze upon hearing this.
He painfully lifted his head to look at Su Qianqian, who was gazing at him with hope on her face, his mouth twitching hard.
After a long period, Zhao Yi shook his head speechlessly.
"Su Qianqian, you must be seriously delusional, right?"
"As I said earlier, our relationship is just average. Do you fail to understand human language, or what? How do you have the face to ask me for a favor?"
"And... you actually asked me to kill for you, then graciously offered me the chance to gift you a treasure..."
"Honestly, there are so many things wrong here that I don’t even know where to start roasting you!"
As Zhao Yi finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Su Qianqian curiously and asked in confusion, "Do you have some obsession with the Miaoyin Bell from Cuihua Building? Even at a time like this, you still can’t let go!"
Su Qianqian hadn’t changed a bit.
It was like her ears had their own filtering system, automatically filtering out Zhao Yi’s mocking and sarcastic words, leaving only his last sentence.
"Cuihua Building, Miaoyin Bell."
Su Qianqian shot Zhao Yi a glance, with a mocking expression on her face, "I just knew you were being strategic, playing hard to get, creating a mystique. It’s been so long, and you’re still looking to gift me the Miaoyin Bell, aren’t you?"
Zhao Yi: "...Defying the heavens!"
He was just about to speak when he suddenly felt the Little World tremble.
Zhao Yi quickly scanned it with his divine sense, only to see a massive dragon’s corpse, ten thousand feet long and a thousand feet wide, covered in scars, appearing in the Little World.
No.
To be precise, it should be a quasi-dragon corpse.
Zhao Yi could feel a trace of breath still on that dragon’s corpse.
Although very faint, this giant dragon was undoubtedly still alive.
"What kind of dragon is this?"
Zhao Yi’s residual soul almost dropped its jaw: "Where did the main body get such a massive dragon?"
Only Zhao Yi’s main body and residual soul could manipulate the Little World’s power.
Now, with the residual soul struggling in Yao Su’s sea of consciousness, about to shatter at any moment, it must have been the main body’s doing to bring this gigantic dragon inside.
Looking at the giant dragon, Zhao Yi studied it for a moment, then his eyes gradually widened.
"Could this dragon... be the legendary True Dragon?"
Meanwhile.
In the secret realm, at the Black Stele Forest.
Zhao Yi’s main body lay sprawled on the ground, leaning against a stone stele, his face deathly pale, gasping for breath.
His chest bore a massive, glaring wound running across his entire abdomen, with all his internal organs spilling out.
Yao Qing and Linglong were crying in fright, clumsily trying to stuff the organs back into Zhao Yi’s body.
Even though the pain was excruciating, a relaxed smile was plastered all over Zhao Yi’s face.
He looked at the collapsed Taotie Divine Hall in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling upwards.
He didn’t expect the True Dragon to be inside the Taotie Divine Hall.
That giant dragon was nearly dead, yet its aura was razor-sharp, almost slicing Zhao Yi in half with one blow.
But it was all worth it.
Zhao Yi swept his divine sense over the Little World, seeing the True Dragon sharing a large portion of the tribulation thunder. The once-dangerously precarious Little World immediately stabilized, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
With the Sage of Time and the True Dragon holding up the Little World, this calamity was narrowly averted once more!
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