Mo Hua focused and looked more closely.
The prince in the dragon coffin had a face different from Yu Erâs. Though equally youthful, it carried an innate dignity, unlike Yu Erâs gentle cuteness.
Yet their brows and eyes looked very similar.
Why?
Why does he resemble Yu Er a bit?
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
"Is Yu Er a prince of the Great Wilderness?"
"Or does he have the bloodline of the Great Wilderness royal family?"
"But thatâs not right..." Mo Hua was puzzled, "Yu Er is clearly a child of the Shangguan and Wenren families, how could he be related to the Great Wilderness?"
On the other side, upon seeing the prince in the dragon coffin, Shen Tuaoâs emotions suddenly trembled.
"Yeâer..."
Shen Tuao murmured softly.
Ancient memories, like old bitter wine, trickled back through his mind.
The calamity that befell the Great Wilderness royal family, the separation of flesh and blood.
Over the years, his kin had dwindled, wandering everywhere, even at the cost of royal dignity, becoming a Demon Cultivator, playing along with the traitors, living a life neither human nor ghost. The hardships, despair, and helplessness shook his mind, stirring his emotions.
Now, at last, he saw his closest kin, saw his brother.
Even though his only brother was already dead.
Reduced to a cold corpse lying in this out-of-the-world dragon coffin.
Shen Tuaoâs hands trembled, wanting to touch the prince in the dragon coffin, whom he called "Yeâer."
But suddenly, a bloody sword light slashed through the air, striking his arm.
The sword light was formidable, but Shen Tuao had the Dragon Pattern protecting him, so it didnât harm him, not even breaking the skin.
Still, the sudden change made Shen Tuaoâs expression pause.
He turned his head, looking at Young Master Xuan holding the sword, and said coldly: "What do you mean?"
Young Master Xuan met Shen Tuaoâs dragon-like gaze, feeling a brief chill in his heart, but his eyes flashed, dispelling that fear, and he chuckled:
"I want to ask the Third Prince for something."
"What?" Shen Tuaoâs voice was deep, intimidating without anger.
Young Master Xuanâs eyes gleamed, "I want... Prince Yeâs body."
Upon hearing this, Mo Hua was taken aback.
Shen Tuaoâs eyes turned red, fury bursting forth, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Young Master Xuan, overwhelmed by his aura, couldnât help but step back. Then, upon realizing, he felt a bit annoyed, mobilized his Demonic Qi, gathering in his eyes, and confronted Shen Tuao.
Although he was at a disadvantage in cultivation, by leveraging the subtleties of "Planting Devil in Taoist Heart," Young Master Xuan resisted Shen Tuaoâs authority, indifferently saying:
"Prince Ao, donât you want to revive the Great Wilderness? Donât you want to restore the royal family?" .
That sentence seemed to awaken Shen Tuao.
Too much had been sacrificed for the Great Wilderness royal familyâs grand cause, so some humiliation had to be endured.
Otherwise, just for coveting Yeâer, he wouldâve acted against Young Master Xuan by now.
Shen Tuao slowly gathered his killing intent, "The royal heritage of the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein, I can pass a portion to you."
"Thatâs what the Demon Gate wants, but not what I want," Young Master Xuan said.
"What do you want?"
"Iâve told you, I want Prince Yeâs body."
Shen Tuaoâs gaze was cold.
Young Master Xuan smirked slightly, then said: "The Demon Gate is the Demon Gate, and I am me. I took a risk for the Demon Gate, so naturally, I have my own little requests."
"Iâll give you one more chance, think it over carefully," Shen Tuao said calmly.
Young Master Xuan shook his head, "Prince Yeâs body, I am determined to get it."
Shen Tuaoâs Dragon Pattern appeared around him, Blood Qi surging, looking at Young Master Xuan indifferently, with a hint of mockery in his cold gaze:
"What makes you think you have the right to speak to me like this? What qualifies you to make such a rude request to me? With your paltry âPlanting Devil in Taoist Heartâ?"
"You do realize, with a flick of my hand, I could crush you?" Shen Tuaoâs Dragon Pattern flickered, killing intent fierce.
Mo Hua was also deeply puzzled.
This Young Master Xuan didnât seem like a fool, so why dare to make such a bold demand of Shen Tuao, this Late Golden Core Stage, bearer of the Evil Dragonâs power, Demon Sect leader, and Great Wilderness Prince?
What does he rely on?
Can he use Planting Devil in Taoist Heart on Shen Tuao?
Impossible... even I donât have that ability.
Is it by relying on Mr. Hui, Shitou, and me, a small Foundation Establishment?
To fight Shen Tuao?
Thatâs impossible too...
Even ten Mr. Huis combined with me wouldnât be a match for Shen Tuao.
Mo Hua was a Formation Master, he had seen with his own eyes, and understood better than anyone, the power of Shen Tuaoâs Four Symbols Evil Dragon Formation.
What exactly does this Young Master Xuan rely on?
While Mo Hua was puzzled, Young Master Xuan smiled lightly, looking at Elder Bear Pi, who remained silent, and with a hint of temptation in his voice, asked:
"Do you want to be a âbear,â or a âdragonâ?"
Elder Bear Pi was taken aback, and Shen Tuaoâs gaze sharpened.
Young Master Xuan looked at Shen Tuao, speaking to Elder Bear Pi: "As long as you kill him, all those Dragon Patterns will be yours."
Elder Bear Pi remained silent.
Young Master Xuan smiled at him: "You are not from the Great Wilderness clan, you are not even from the Great Wilderness itself."
"Donât think I donât know, you monster cultivators, the cultivation techniques you practice, the Monster Patterns you nurture, are just wedding dresses for others, to breed a formation that can truly âtransform into a dragon.â"
"You, as an elder, are nothing but a consumable."
"Are you willingly going to spend your whole life as a bear, unquestioningly obeying others? Donât you want to be a true dragon for once?"