Chapter 472: Mouth Won't Get Dry?

Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable impulse surged within Ao Quan, and he instinctively replied, "What are you looking at?!"

The moment he said this, his word-magic ability was naturally interrupted.

He was bewildered. The words had barely left his mouth when Ao Quan froze, not understanding why he had suddenly replied in that manner. However, that response felt oddly satisfying, so he didn't dwell on it much and continued with his word-magic: "Dragon Tongue..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted again: "What are *you* looking at?"

"What about it?!" Ao Quan responded instinctively.

"..." Ao Quan covered his mouth in disbelief. If the first time was an accident, then after two consecutive times, even the most oblivious person would sense something amiss.

"Are you also a member of the Dragon race? Do you also possess Dragon Tongue word-magic?" He looked at his opponent in surprise, but from Zu An's appearance, there were no dragon characteristics whatsoever. Nor was there any trace of his kin's aura about him.

Before Zu An could answer, Sang Qian, standing nearby, piped up again: "That's right, he claims to be the reincarnation of the Ancestral Dragon, and even your Dragon God would have to show him deference as a junior."

"Heh heh, and he's still not dead?"

"Brother~" Sang Qian couldn't help but complain, "Brother, that was really too mean, kicking him when he's down."

Sang Qian snorted, thinking to himself, 'Women are indeed fickle; my sister has only met Zu An a few times, and she's already siding with an outsider.'

Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan's eyes turned icy cold. This, however, only solidified Sang Qian's resolve to eliminate Zu An. Clearly, it was either Zu An or him; he no longer cared about losing face.

"The reincarnation of the Ancestral Dragon? And even the Dragon God must show deference as a junior?" Ao Quan's expression turned cold. "Sir, you have quite the audacity."

Rage from Ao Quan +567!

At this point, there was no need for Zu An to pretend anymore. So, he shed his earlier humility and reverted to his usual flamboyant demeanor: "And how do you know I'm not?"

"Of course I know. If you were of the Dragon race, I would naturally sense it." Ao Quan snorted.

"Then how do you explain that I also possess your Dragon Tongue word-magic?" Zu An said with a grin.

"I don't know what sorcery you're employing, but it is definitely not our Dragon race's word-magic." Ao Quan's expression was grim. "This old man was merely careless just now and allowed you to take advantage. Now, you have no chance."

Zu An shrugged: "Indeed, those who practice word-magic are only good at talking."

Ao Quan's face was ashen. "Boy, you have successfully infuriated me. In a moment, I will... Dragon Tongue Word-Magic *Suppress*..."

He couldn't figure out what sorcery Zu An had just used, so he deliberately used other words first to make Zu An drop his guard, then suddenly unleashed his word-magic unexpectedly.

Little did he know, Zu An had already anticipated it: "What are you looking at?"

However, he still broke out in a cold sweat. He almost let that old man unleash his word-magic. 'This old man has no martial ethics! We were just chatting, and he suddenly launched a sneak attack. He's truly devious.'

"What about it?!" Ao Quan blurted out, and his face turned exceptionally grim. He had tried his best to prevent himself from being distracted, but he still couldn't help but say that phrase, interrupting his own word-magic.

He stared intently at Zu An: "You damn brat, just what..."

"What are you looking at?"

Learning from the previous lesson, Zu An worried he might try another sneak attack, so he simply didn't bother listening to him, directly cutting off any possibility of him using word-magic.

"What about it?!"

Ao Quan: "..."

Rage from Ao Quan +999!

He had never felt so stifled before. He possessed a power capable of annihilating anything, yet he was completely suppressed by a low-ranked brat, unable to use it. If Huang Huihong were still alive, he would surely be applauding nearby, because he could deeply empathize, having also been rendered unable to summon his imperial decree by Zu An's silencing word-magic, and eventually dying in humiliation.

"Just what in the world are you..."

"What are you looking at?"

"What about it?!"

...

Ao Quan was almost in tears. Even without attempting to use word-magic, he couldn't even speak a normal sentence now.

"Wait, let me..."

"What are you looking at?"

"What about it?!"

"..."

Rage from Ao Quan +666 +666 +666...

Sang Qian, watching from the side, was dumbfounded. 'There's a move like *that*?! Isn't this old dragon man supposed to be incredibly powerful? He even completely dominated Huang Huihong with just one sentence before. How is he now completely dominated by someone else? And here I had such high hopes for you. What a disappointment!'

Hearing the continuous exchange of "What are you looking at?" and "What about it?!", Pei Mianman and the other women nearby were first dumbfounded, but then couldn't help but burst into laughter, because the scene hardly resembled a duel between two masters; it was more like two ruffians cursing each other on the street.

Sang Qian's pretty face also flushed slightly. Thinking of the rumors about Zu An from earlier intelligence reports, 'This guy is truly as shameless as ever: first dragging his opponent down to his own level, then defeating him with his extensive experience.'

After an unknown amount of time, Ao Quan hastily held out his hand: "Stop!"

This time, Zu An didn't shout back. He had already become hoarse from shouting continuously.

Seeing that he didn't utter those three demonic words again, Ao Quan let out a sigh of relief: "Doesn't your damn mouth get dry?" He was old and had long cultivated his self-restraint. Normally, he presented himself as an elder, feigning an air of immortality to show off. He hadn't used foul language for many years, but now he truly couldn't help himself.

Zu An chuckled: "I only have to say three words, but you have to say four. If anyone's mouth is going to get dry, it'll definitely be yours first."

Ao Quan: "..."

'Damn it, what you're saying makes so much sense, I can't even refute it.'

Rage from Ao Quan +703!

Ao Quan's face was livid. He had already given up on trying to use his word-magic, because no matter how he tried, he was blocked by those three nightmarish words. He truly didn't want to experience that feeling again.

"Do you think this old man has no other way to deal with you?!" Ao Quan snorted coldly, and swung his dragon-head staff directly at Zu An.

Although his close-combat ability was relatively weak because he primarily cultivated word-magic, that was only compared to others of his own race. Against a mere human with a fifth-rank cultivation, his close-combat ability was more than enough to overwhelm them.

Seeing the dragon-head staff whistling towards him, Zu An dared not meet it head-on. He quickly activated his Sunflower Phantoms to dodge. However, Ao Quan's cultivation was far superior to his after all, and unlike Ding Run, he wasn't heavily injured. Thus, he could still keep up with Zu An's speed.

Zu An found it difficult to shake him off, and Ao Quan also found it hard to hit his true body for a while. The two moved faster and faster, locked in a stalemate.

Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan watched anxiously. They wanted to step forward and help, but the two were moving too fast. They couldn't tell who was who, and had no idea how to intervene.

Sang Hong, watching from the side, sighed with emotion: "The Dragon race is truly a favored race of the heavens; their innate physical strength far surpasses that of others. This Ao Quan primarily cultivates Dragon Tongue word-magic, so his physical combat strength should theoretically be weaker. Yet, it seems he still possesses the strength of a human eighth-rank master. It's truly astonishing and terrifying."

"Ah, even like this, he's eighth-rank?" Sang Qian exclaimed in surprise. "Then wouldn't his true power be even greater?"

"Indeed," Sang Hong nodded. "If he could use his word-magic, his strength would be comparable to a Grandmaster, and in some aspects, even more formidable than human Grandmasters. Fortunately, Zu An neutralized his greatest ability; otherwise, we would have been utterly helpless before him."

"I never expected so many masters to be lurking in the shadows. It seems after decades of peace, various factions are stirring once more."

Sang Qian, on the side, couldn't help but complain: "The Emperor didn't even send more masters over, causing us to be chased and constantly on edge throughout this journey."

Sang Qian explained: "Perhaps the Emperor didn't anticipate Zu An would reveal that he possessed the *Phoenix Nirvana Sutra*. Otherwise, the previous escort force would certainly have been more than sufficient to protect a mere son-in-law."

Sang Hong's eyes lit up: "Qian'er, your analysis is very insightful. I was too caught up in the situation to see clearly before. This is the most fundamental reason! To be honest, I truly admire this Zu An boy; he managed to carve out a sliver of hope from a truly desperate situation."

"He just got lucky, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. People who claw their way up from the bottom will flip the table and quit if things don't go their way. He's not as farsighted as you think him to be." Hearing his father praise Zu An more and more recently, Sang Qian felt extremely annoyed.

Sang Qian, however, had a different opinion: "I originally thought so too, but after interacting with him these past two days, that guy is definitely not simple."

Sang Qian snorted: "That guy has no other skills; he's just good at deceiving women. Stay away from him in the future!"

Sang Qian: "..."

Just then, a tremendous dragon roar echoed. It turned out that after countless failed attempts, Ao Quan had finally lost his patience. He directly revealed his true form: a hundred-zhang-long azure giant dragon.

"You despicable, filthy human, you have truly enraged me!" Ao Quan's massive dragon head glared at Zu An, his eyes, like lanterns, blazing with furious light.

Rage from Ao Quan +1024!

Zu An cursed inwardly. 'These guys are all sore losers. Just fight! Why do they always have to transform? So annoying.'

"Shut your stinking mouth! What are you looking at?"

"What about it?!"

"..."

"I'm going to kill you!" Ao Quan was provoked again. He roared and lunged forward, and at that instant, the earth truly seemed to crumble and mountains collapse, as if even the surrounding air was being sucked dry.