Zhang Chen was definitely not a fool. If he stayed here and split the Dragon Corpse with Xie Xuan and Elder Wu, what would happen to him once the division was over?
When the time comes for the three of them to flee, who do you think Zhang Shicheng would chase?
The two of them had already refined their Yang Gods; their speed was not something he could match, even if he pushed himself to the limit.
At that point, Prince Pingbian would surely choose to chase him first!
If he took Prince Pingbian’s soul to scour the Crystal Palace, to see if there was anything left behind, and timed it just right, he could release his hold on Zhang Shicheng. At that time, Zhang Shicheng would certainly be in a rush to save his own body, and he could make his escape in the chaos.
Then what happens next between Zhang Shicheng, Xie Xuan, and Elder Wu would be none of his concern.
Thus, Zhang Chen unhesitatingly decided to give up the Dragon Flesh. Frankly speaking, even if Zhang Shicheng really transformed into a dragon, he was still a human before, and Zhang Chen could not bring himself to eat him.
When Elder Wu and Xie Xuan heard Zhang Chen’s words, they were both taken aback, with a hint of astonishment in their eyes. After all, the Dragon Corpse was the real treasure here, and Zhang Chen gave it up after only consuming some Dragon Blood. How could he be willing to abandon the division of the Dragon Corpse?
However, both of them were shrewd individuals and already had some suspicions in their hearts. With Zhang Chen controlling Zhang Shicheng’s Yang God with a mortal body, there were bound to be flaws and vulnerabilities; perhaps this was where the flaw lay.
But the two of them were happy to see Zhang Chen leave, as one less person to share meant they would have a larger share of the profits.
"Friend, please go on your way," Xie Xuan said with a smile.
Zhang Chen smiled at this and then dragged Zhang Shicheng’s Yang God, heading towards the other halls of the Crystal Palace.
The Crystal Palace consists of three layers, resembling a pyramid. They were currently on the lowest first layer.
"Hey, Old Zhang, do you know what kinds of creations are inside this Crystal Palace? Why don’t you share with me and see if there’s any treasure suitable for me," Zhang Chen joked, smiling at Zhang Shicheng, who had a glum expression.
"Since you know my name, you should know where I come from. Prince Pingbian’s Mansion has dominated the Northern Land for hundreds of years. You can’t afford to offend us. If you let me go now, everything can still be salvaged. If you delay until my dragon body is dissected and divided, we will surely fight to the death." Zhang Shicheng’s eyes bore into Zhang Chen’s back: Chapters fırst released on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
"You can draw out my soul but you haven’t killed or destroyed me, which leads me to speculate that you have reached your limit. Once your skills are exhausted, they cannot last forever. Your inner power will eventually deplete. How will you resist me then?"
There was coldness in Zhang Shicheng’s voice.
Zhang Chen turned to look at Zhang Shicheng, with a sudden doubt rising in his heart: "Are all these old geezers this clever?"
"Boy, you underestimate the computational power of the Yang God. The Yang God’s computational power is beyond your imagination. It can even simulate the Law of Heaven and Earth, let alone such trivial matters," Zhang Shicheng said, further convinced by Zhang Chen’s subtle facial expressions.
"So what? If I don’t release you, in less than three hours, you’ll definitely be dismembered. Don’t even think about transforming into a True Dragon or even a Pseudo Dragon," Zhang Chen said with a sneer, full of mockery: "By then, the only thing left of the ancestor will be a Yang God. Who knows how much time it will take after reincarnation and possession to recover your current strength? Then I can extract your soul again. What will the ancestor do then?"
"I admit you’re right, but have you considered that I might pulverize your bones to dust before I reincarnate?" Zhang Shicheng’s eyes glared fiercely at Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen blinked at Zhang Shicheng, unable to reply.
"If you release me now, there’s still a chance for us to resolve this peacefully," Zhang Shicheng said, seeing Zhang Chen was speechless.
Zhang Chen chuckled at the words: "There’s no chance! The feud between me and Prince Pingbian’s Mansion is already a death feud. If not for this, we would have had no enmity. Why would I take the risk to plot against the ancestor? I entered the ancestor’s tomb because of your Prince Pingbian’s Mansion’s manipulation."
"What happened? What grudge do you have with my Prince Pingbian’s Mansion?" Zhang Shicheng was stunned, not expecting there to be such causality.
Zhang Chen let out a bitter laugh and recounted how he was manipulated by Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, made into a substitute puppet, exiled here, and despite all that, they still wouldn’t let up, trying to end his life by sending him into the pit to check, wanting him to die inside.
"The reason I know your identity is due to the tombstone inscription in Demon Language, not from intentional planning," Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Shicheng with a bitter smile: "Everything that happened today was not my intention at all. It was all because your Prince Pingbian’s Mansion pushed me too hard, forcing me step by step in this direction."
"I entered the great tomb to survive, and naturally, I had to stop Prince Pingbian’s Mansion’s plans. If you succeed in the Dragon Transformation, Prince Pingbian’s Mansion’s status will rise sharply, and I would undoubtedly die," Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Shicheng, his voice full of sincerity.
He was just an innocent victim!
What crime had he committed?
He hadn’t committed any crime; he was forced down this path.
Upon hearing Zhang Chen’s words, Zhang Shicheng’s face turned green, and anger rolled in his eyes. His voice was full of disbelief: "Just because of this?"