There was no time to react. The instant the dragon's roar sounded, a spiked yellow shadow smashed up through layer after layer of thick green stone. Dust flew everywhere, and the great hall's wide stone tiles heaved high as if the earth itself were groaning!

Rumble—

Like a flood dragon, the yellow shadow burst up through the floor tiles and lunged at the figure in the Nanyang white robe at the table!

In that instant the dragon qi filling the hall churned too, turning into layer upon layer of phantoms, as though countless yellow-miasma venom dragons were coiled together, every savage, hideous dragon head opening its jaws and roaring as they pounced for the kill!

The moment they heard the dragon's roar, the dragon sons' faces lit up with joy. One after another they dropped to their knees, prostrated themselves, and cried out:

“Your sons welcome you, Royal Father!”

The yellow shadow swelled larger and larger in Shen Yi's pupils—and then a wisp of red mist quickly scattered it.

Beneath his slightly tousled hair, his handsome face didn't change. He watched the yellow shadow with earnest focus, just as earnestly as his hands went on driving the blade into the Second Prince's throat. Even now, he showed no sign of stopping.

In the sea of consciousness between his brows, the three Heaven Realm Hall Masters, led by Ke the Thirteenth, were already poised to strike, ready at any moment to die in their lord's place.

Even at the cost of three shattered Anchor-Stones, Shen Yi was going to have the Second Prince's life today.

After all, Anchor-Stones could be slowly mended, but chances to push Ke the Thirteenth one step higher didn't come often. And after this, most of his strength would be exposed, and the South Dragon Palace would certainly be more on guard.

An opportunity not to be missed!

The dying Second Prince opened his dazed eyes and stared at the young man before him in disbelief.

He simply couldn't understand what the man was thinking.

His Royal Father had already moved.

And even so, this brat wouldn't…