Book 5: Chapter 206: Sorrowful Cry (2)

Book 5: Chapter 206: Sorrowful Cry (2)

To ensure the small greenish-blue ball struck Three directly, Lilith grasped the compressed miniature sun in her palm, ignoring the searing pain from her palm being scorched.

Then the wind howled, and Lilith vanished, leaving only a fading shadow.

When she reappeared, she was only a few steps away from Three. Lifting her hand slightly, she would be able to thrust the molten orb of fire into her face.

She intended to detonate it at close range. As long as Three’s body was made of flesh and blood, Lilith couldn’t imagine her remaining so composed.

However, Three no longer looked as leisurely as a cat toying with a mouse. Four can only last thirty minutes, perhaps even less. If she allowed the infant-like Divine Realm entity to reach the moving void altar in this little world, all her efforts would have been for nothing.

So...

“I’m about to get serious, Dragon Princess,” Three declared.

She took out an ancient copper bell and gently rang it.

Invisible ripples emanated from the bell, and upon touching the greenish-blue orb in Lilith’s hand, she instantly lost control of it.

“This is...?” Lilith gasped.

“The Forbidding Dragon Bell, an antique I found in that old woman’s treasure trove. I’ve heard it can nullify dragon language,” Three explained nonchalantly.

Three’s seasoned insight had immediately recognized the orb’s composition—a fireball condensed to its limit by dragon magic. Without the dragon language’s restraint, it was merely a potent bomb ready to explode.

She flicked her finger, infusing a trace of magic into the orb.

BANG!

With the dragon language nullified, the orb, teetering on the edge of stability, erupted violently.

A brilliant white light flashed, and the intense heat scorched everything around like divine retribution.

Lilith plunged into the water pathetically, evading the unbearable heat. The blast had scorched the front of her body, and had she not sensed the danger and acted swiftly, she would have been incapacitated for several minutes.

Three remained hovering in place, unscathed.

A faint spectral glow surrounded her body, repelling the rock-melting heat.

“Heh, never mind then, Sharp-tongued Princess. I’m pressed for time, and I’m done playing games with you.” Three reached out, grasping Lilith’s slender neck. “Any last words?” she asked.

“Die, b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲,” Lilith retorted, launching another spittle assault.

This time, the proximity left Three no room to dodge. She wiped her face, smirking coldly, saying, “I hope you’re still this feisty later.” After saying that, she tightened her grip.

Lilith’s face instantly flushed a deep red, resembling a boiled prawn, yet her gaze remained defiant.

The corners of Three’s mouth twitched as she applied more pressure.

Lilith’s cheeks gradually turned blue. Any normal person would have been close to suffocation by now, but Lilith’s glare remained fierce.

Three exerted even more force, pushing her physical limits. Lilith’s complexion turned dark gray, a shade touched by death, yet her eyes, wide and furious, fixed unblinkingly on Three.

A few minutes passed.

Lilith’s face had turned as black as the bottom of the pan. It was as if the blood within her face had stilled and coagulated, yet her bloodshot eyes burned with undying anger...

“How the hell am I supposed to strangle a dragon?!” Exasperated, Three released her, slapping her forehead and muttering, “What a stupid mistake.”

Fooled by her youthful appearance, Three had hoped that escalating suffocation would drive her to despair and force her to reveal the powers she sought.

Yet she couldn’t strangle that damned dragon to death! No matter how deceptive the facade, it was futile to try strangling a dragon!

Three felt compelled to append a new caution to the “Surviving the Dragon Clan Handbook,” written by an ancient and unknown sage, once she returned.

“Damn... wasting so much of my time.” This was the first time since their confrontation began that Three visibly lost her composure.

Lilith coughed for a few times before mocking Three, “Is that all you’ve got? It seems you’ve really lost the only useful thing you had after turning into a woman.”

“Hehe, I hope you’ll still be laughing this happily later.” Three suddenly pulled out a massive anti-cavalry sword out of thin air. The blade was longer than her height and gleamed ominously with a cold, threatening light.

Lilith eyed the anti-cavalry sword, her breath hitching as she recognized something familiar in its design.

“Hehe, did you realize it?” Three grasped the sword and swung it around, but the overwhelming size disparity between them made the scene strangely comical, rather than intimidating.

“I found this while digging through that damned old lady’s treasure trove as well. I heard this ancient blade was crafted from the spine of one of your ancestors. Back when the dragon tribe was at its peak, nobody dared wield this openly. It eventually became part of that old woman’s collection,” Three explained.