"Yes, I am indeed your ancestor. It is your supreme honor that your mortal body has caught my eye. If you know what's good for you, let your Divine Soul leave the body voluntarily, and offer it up to me. Once I've regained my cultivation, maybe I'll find you another body."
The Golden Flood Dragon's apparition spoke coldly, eyes flashing with avaricious light.
"Leave the body with my Divine Soul? My cultivation is only at the True Martial Realm, and my Divine Soul is not refined enough to exist independently of the body. Once I leave the body, I'll dissipate into nothingness soon after; I won't be able to wait for you to find me another body."
Zhao Letian responded indifferently.
"I am your ancestor; would I deceive you? Leave your body with your Divine Soul first, and once I occupy your body, I will find a way to preserve your Divine Soul Power. Furthermore, once it's done, I will bestow upon you supreme divine techniques and treasures beyond your wildest dreams. I could even personally guide your cultivation. At my peak, I was nearing the status of Martial Arts Emperor. To instruct a mere junior at the True Martial Realm would be more than easy for me—I can certainly make your cultivation advance by leaps and bounds overnight."
The Golden Flood Dragon apparition urged, becoming more impatient.
"Ancestor? If an ancestor of Dajin Country treats their descendants , then I rather not recognize such an ancestor."
Zhao Letian said coldly.
It didn't matter whether this Golden Flood Dragon apparition was truly an ancestor of Dajin Country or not. He would not relinquish his body just because of some coaxing words.
Supreme divine techniques? Extraordinary treasures? Martial Arts Emperor?
These might be incredibly tempting for an ordinary Martial Artist, but to Zhao Letian, who had inherited the memory of the Dragon Clan, they meant nothing. He knew that with continued diligent cultivation, these things would eventually be his.
"Humph, do you think you have a choice in the presence of me? If you leave your body willingly, you still have a sliver of hope. Otherwise, if you force me to make a move, your soul will be scattered to the winds. I will give you a moment longer to think it over, make your decision wisely."
Seeing that enticement was futile, the Golden Flood Dragon's apparition abruptly turned cold, issuing a vicious threat.
"No need to think, I've seen through you. You so-called ancestor of Dajin Country are just bluffing. In fact, you're not confident that you can destroy my Divine Soul and take over my body; otherwise, you wouldn't waste your breath. If you're capable, just do it."
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"Very well, very well, truly worthy of being my descendant, admirable courage indeed. But I regret to inform you that you're too arrogant. The strength of I, your ancestor, is not something a mere ant in the True Martial Realm can comprehend. I haven't taken action firstly because you are a descendant of mine, and out of consideration for our thin blood relation, I wished to leave you a way out. Secondly, after all these years, the sliver of my Divine Soul Powerthat I left behind is almost exhausted, and I don't wish to waste it unnecessarily. But rest assured, even with just this last bit of strength, I still have more than enough power to easily annihilate you."
The Golden Flood Dragon apparition laughed angrily in response.
"Then why don't you make your move?"
Zhao Letian said, emotionless.
The Golden Flood Dragon apparition faltered, speechless for a moment.
He'd thought that after those words, Zhao Letian would see sense and make the wise choice. However, he hadn't expected him to remain so stubborn, refusing to give him any opening.
"Fine, fine, very well. Since you're courting death, I have no choice but to oblige you. Disobedient descendant, come meet your doom!"
The Golden Flood Dragon apparition was completely enraged. An aura of terror emanated from it, turning into a stormy rampage within Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Space.
At the same time, the Golden Flood Dragon phantom shook its head and tail as it charged towards Zhao Letian's Divine Soul deep within his Divine Soul Space.
In fact, the reason he had not made a move until now was indeed because he did not want to waste his strength unnecessarily, not because he could not handle Zhao Letian.
In reality, he was confident that he could easily annihilate Zhao Letian's Divine Soul.
Since neither threats nor temptations worked, his only option was to forcibly annihilate Zhao Letian's Divine Soul and occupy Zhao Letian's physical body.
"Hmph, Divine Thought Sword Lotus, merge!"
Just as the Golden Flood Dragon phantom was about to reach Zhao Letian's Divine Soul, Zhao Letian suddenly let out a cold snort, and a closed sword-shaped lotus emerged around his Divine Soul, spinning rapidly like a fortress, firmly protecting his Divine Soul.
The next moment, the Golden Flood Dragon phantom smashed heavily onto the Divine Thought Sword Lotus, producing a huge muffled sound like metal clashing against stone.
The Divine Thought Sword Lotus shook violently from the impact, its sword-shaped petals were scattered and nearly collapsed, while Zhao Letian in the outside world let out a pained grunt, his face turned pale, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, at the same time, the Golden Flood Dragon phantom was also rebounded, and after a rapid spin, the Divine Thought Sword Lotus restored to its original state.
"Such a brilliant Divine Thought defense Martial Technique, this isn't something left behind by myself. Boy, where did you learn this from?"
The Golden Flood Dragon phantom stared at the rapidly spinning Divine Thought Sword Lotus, its eyes filled with shock, asking with uncertainty.
Although the Divine Thought Sword Lotus that Zhao Letian had formed was not yet powerful enough, he could tell that this Martial Technique was extraordinary.
"Divine Thought Sword Lotus, open!"
Zhao Letian couldn't be bothered to waste words with the Golden Flood Dragon phantom and uttered a command, causing the Divine Thought Sword Lotus to suddenly burst open.
The next moment, following Zhao Letian's order, the swords composing the Divine Thought Sword Lotus shot out, rotating as they flew toward the Golden Flood Dragon phantom with astonishing speed.
"Both offensive and defensive? Good, very good, this Martial Technique pleases me immensely. I've decided not to kill you just yet; after capturing your Divine Soul, I intend to thoroughly search your memories and see what other treasures you've hidden within."
The gaze of the Golden Flood Dragon phantom became sharp, but it showed no signs of panic. Instead, the greedy look in its eyes intensified.
"Golden Dragon Roar!"
Immediately afterward, the Golden Flood Dragon phantom faced the incoming Divine Thought Swords and let out an angry roar. The powerful Divine Thought sound waves were like a storm, scattering the assaulting Divine Thought Swords in all directions, leaving them in disarray.
"Such powerful Divine Thought Power, my Divine Thought Sword Lotus is not strong enough. Unless I use the final move, Divine Thought Storm, I will not be able to contend with him, but using the Divine Thought Storm would result in a pyrrhic victory. No choice, I must resort to my Martial Soul Power."
Zhao Letian's thoughts raced, and he quickly made up his mind, allowing his Little Snake Martial Soul and Sword Martial Soul to appear within the Divine Thought Space.