I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Several treasures floated around Ning Chen, each radiating powerful spiritual energy, far surpassing the treasures he possessed.

The treasures Ning Chen possessed completely overwhelmed him in both quantity and quality...

The old Dragon King and Ao Xue watched from the sidelines, their hearts filled with shock.

The old Dragon King stroked his beard and nodded slightly. As expected of a disciple of a sage, his personal magical treasures were all mass-produced.

It seems my daughter is marrying above her station. We'll have to prepare a generous dowry so Xue'er won't be left destitute after she marries into the family...

Ao Lie observed for a while, and noticed the fluctuations emanating from several of the items, especially the red longsword and the dark red banner. Even with divine sense, one could be injured by their sharpness.

If he were hit by these magical weapons, it's easy to imagine that his dragon life would basically be over.

Ao Lie gritted his teeth, turned around and went back to the treasure vault, putting all the magical treasures back. He returned empty-handed and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Today, we won't compete with magical weapons, we'll only test our martial skills!"

A resolute glint flashed in Ao Lie's eyes. This time, he would leave no room for negotiation!

The little white dragon leaped up suddenly, letting out a high-pitched dragon roar that shook the Crystal Palace.

A burst of silver light flashed around him, and within a few breaths, the silver-armored youth was gone from the training ground, replaced by a magnificent silver-white dragon with gleaming scales and horns!

The dragon's might was overwhelming, filling the entire arena!

The giant dragon that Ao Lie had transformed into hovered in the air, its huge vertical pupils locking onto Ning Chen on the ground.

Filled with boundless rage, he ceased his probing and opened his massive maw as if the sky were collapsing, lunging down to bite down on Ning Chen!

If that bite is firm, it could instantly separate Ning Chen from his body!

However, the response it received was still Ning Chen's calm smile.

"My darling, please grant my wish!"

Ning Chen silently chanted in his heart, and the golden rope appeared out of thin air. The size of the Dragon Binding Rope also increased dozens of times as Ao Lie's size increased.

In an instant, the Dragon Binding Rope tightly bound Ao Lie's enormous silver-white dragon body from head to tail!

No matter how hard Ao Lie struggled and used all his skills, he couldn't escape in the slightest.

Sparks flew as the dragon scales rubbed against the dragon-binding rope, but the rope remained unmoved, like a leech, tightening even more to suppress his incomparably powerful dragon energy within his body.

Ning Chen looked at the white dragon writhing in vain and roaring in frustration in the air, and gently shook his head.

If Ao Lie were a powerful demon of another race, with his profound cultivation, he might have been able to struggle a bit with brute force or secret techniques, and even shake the Dragon Binding Rope.

Unfortunately, he happens to be a dragon!

Ning Chen obtained the Dragon Binding Rope, an acquired spiritual treasure from the fourth level of the Divine Realm. It is specifically designed to restrain dragons and can bind dragons whose strength is two major realms higher than his own.

This Dragon-Binding Rope is almost a natural enemy of the dragon bloodline!

Unless Ao Lie can break through to the Golden Immortal realm and achieve a qualitative leap in his cultivation and magical power, there is absolutely no way he can break free from this treasure!

"Roar! I refuse to accept this!"

The white dragon circled and roared in the air, then crashed heavily to the ground with a thud, its roar filled with humiliation and resentment.

And so, an hour passed quietly amidst Ao Lie's cries of "Again!" "I refuse to accept this!" "Let me go, let's try again!"

Finally, the training ground fell completely silent.

Ao Lie lay on the cold white jade ground in dragon form, his scales and armor dimming.

He stopped struggling and roaring, and just kept his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently!

Two streams of dragon tears, mixed with endless humiliation and resentment, finally broke through his last mental defenses and gushed uncontrollably from his dragon eyes. As soon as they fell, they turned into pearls the size of beans, making a sound as they hit the ground!

Ning Chen looked at Ao Lie, who was lying on the ground with his dragon tears turning into pearls, and a trace of pity swept through his heart.

Ah, so this is what happens when one's Dao heart is shattered?

He knew all too well the torment that Ao Lie, the proud Third Prince, was enduring at this moment!

"Did I push him too hard?"

A thought flashed through Ning Chen's mind.

But then, his gaze hardened again.

If we don't push him today, five hundred years from now, he and Ao Lie will have to crawl on their knees to complete their journey to the West!

Rather than begging for mercy from countless gods and Buddhas in the future.

Why not force him to face reality now, and force him to unleash the pride and potential of a true dragon within him?

Whether human or dragon, if one wants to truly become powerful...

Which one wasn't forced out by external forces?

Indulging in comfort and pleasure will only ruin Ao Lie, this true dragon!

Watching his beloved son in such a miserable state, the old Dragon King Ao Run, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but twitch his lips. Inside the wide sleeves of his dragon robe, his dragon claws clenched unconsciously.

He was truly heartbroken. His third son had been pampered since childhood. When had he ever suffered such injustice?

The bloodstains left by the Dragon-Binding Sorceress on her son's dragon body were heartbreaking to see.

However, in the end, reason prevailed over heartache for Ao Run.

He recalled the second-generation immortals that Ao Lie usually associated with, who, relying on the protection of their elders, were arrogant, extravagant, and unambitious.

Although Ao Lie did not go too far, he was influenced by what he saw and heard, and his personality became more and more impetuous and arrogant.

Being tormented by Ning Chen this time might not be a bad thing!

This is a good opportunity to curb his arrogance and sharpen his edges, so that he won't become ignorant of his own limitations and cause trouble that could implicate the entire West Sea Dragon Palace!

Thinking of this, the old Dragon King took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He turned his head and whispered a message to his youngest daughter, Ao Xue, who was staring in disbelief.

"Xue'er, you stay here and keep an eye on things. Don't let your third brother act impulsively and hurt Young Master Ning!"

Having said that, he didn't even glance at his son struggling on the ground again, flicked his sleeves, turned around, and strode away.

The old Dragon King's back view was resolute, conveying a sense of "out of sight, out of mind."

Hearing her father say this, Ao Xue couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes and slightly open her small mouth.

Father, what did Father just say?

Tell Third Brother not to hurt Young Master Ning?

She looked at her third brother, who was bound and unable to move on the ground, only able to shed tears, and then looked at Ning Chen, who was calm and composed in the arena, not even a tuck of his clothes in disarray.

Ao Xue was completely bewildered, but judging from the current situation, her third brother couldn't even touch the hem of someone's clothes. He was being pressed to the ground and rubbed against the ground by that golden rope from beginning to end!

She even felt that Young Master Ning wasn't serious at all; just by summoning that precious rope, he had Third Brother completely under his thumb.

Looking at Ning Chen's tall and straight figure, and the strange red plum blossom mark between his eyebrows, which made him look even more extraordinary and handsome under the glow of the Dragon Palace, Ao Xue felt her heart beat a little faster.

She instinctively clenched the hem of her clothes, her cheeks slightly flushed, driven by a strange surge of courage.

She blurted out, and called out clearly towards the arena:

"Young Master Ning, keep it up!"

Ao Xue's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the training ground, carrying the unique shyness and determination of a young girl!

Ao Lie almost spat out a mouthful of dragon blood. "I'm already in such a miserable state, and you still want me to cheer you on?"

Do you really think he went too far only if he skinned and dismembered Third Brother?

Ao Lie struggled to look at his sister, only to see her looking at Ning Chen with a shy expression. The last bit of resolve in his heart completely collapsed.

"I submit... Ao Lie submits! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

Ning Chen smiled as he untied the Dragon Binding Rope.

"In that case, Brother Ao, you'll have to follow my orders for the foreseeable future!"

Ao Lie transformed back into human form, struggled to his feet, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Please give your orders, Immortal Ning..."

........

A full moon hung in the sky, the night was as black as ink, pressing heavily over the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

The void rippled silently like water, and a pure black, agile figure leaped out from it, landing lightly and silently on the ground.

It was a greyhound, entirely black and glossy, with eyes that gleamed with a ghostly green light in the darkness.

Ouch.......

Upon seeing the full moon, the memories deep within the greyhound's bloodline were awakened, and it couldn't help but bark once, then quickly stopped and wagged its tail.

It is none other than the divine beast under the command of the Manifestation Saint True Lord, the Howling Celestial Dog!