Stranger Danger

Chapter 934: The Dead Needs No Recompense

When the painting disappeared, and the energies faded into nothing, everything within three hundred meters had disintegrated into pure chaos.

It was like a funnel had appeared in the middle of the sea, sucking all the sea water into a bottomless abyss. No life could be detected anywhere, and White Fish Island was completely gone as if someone had erased it from existence.

“Cough! Cough!”

A dozen or so breaths later, a sudden cough rang from the space where only chaos reigned. Then, Long Ao fell out of the void.

He was missing half of his draconic body. As he descended, his blood fell from above and dyed the sea red like a downpour. The palace above his head was dim and covered in cracks as well.

“Damn it all!”

Long Ao only managed to arrest himself right before he would hit the sea surface. His face was filled with shock and anger as he stared at the funnel-shaped vortex in the middle of the sea and felt the terrifying remnants of power permeating heaven and earth.

He was shocked because he wasn’t expecting Fang Muyun’s suicide attack to be this powerful. If he his instincts hadn’t warned him of fatal danger, if he hadn’t summoned the Myriad Dragons Palace to protect himself right before the attack would hit, he would probably be dust like Shark General, Ink Toad King, Madam Mer and the Blood Sovereign already.

If even they Disaster-class Strangers were barely alive or dead, then the rest of the Strangers could only be dead.

Even with the Myriad Dragons Palace to protect him, Long Ao was injured so severely that his foundation was cracked.

He was angry because Fang Muyun almost killed him even though he was at death’s door. Worse, he had ruined several months of planning. How could he not be angry?

“Damn you, human! Damn all of you!”

Long Ao could not help but scream in anger when he thought until this point.

“Long Ao...”

Suddenly, Long Ao realized that the bloody sea beneath him was growing clearer. The blood eventually gathered together and formed a tiny humanoid figure. It was none other than the Blood Sovereign.

The Blood Sovereign was currently only as big as a human hand, however. His aura was nothing compared to what it was before either.

“You’re still alive?” Long Ao exclaimed in surprise.

“I was born from the Sacred Sovereign’s dirty blood. I wouldn’t die this easily.”

The Blood Sovereign asked weakly, “Anyway, how are you going to compensate me for my terrible loss, Long Ao?”

“You want recompense?”

Long Ao said slowly, “I don’t think you need it though.”

“What do you mean?” The Blood Sovereign looked puzzled.

“I mean... dead people don’t need recompense, right?”

As soon as he said this, the Myriad Dragons Palace suddenly appeared above the Blood Sovereign’s head and pinned him in place.

“What are you doing, Long Ao?!” The Blood Sovereign exclaimed in shock. Try as he might, he could not break free from the Strange Artifact’s power.

“What am I doing?” Long Ao sneered. “I’m eating you, of course.”

Long Ao opened his mouth and swallowed the Blood Sovereign in one gulp.

As soon as the Stranger entered his stomach, Long Ao’s injuries began healing at a visible rate. His aura was stronger as well.

“This isn’t good. I need to return to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace as soon as possible...”

Although the Blood Sovereign was the manifestation of the dirty blood of the Sacred Sovereign, he was quite powerful. Consuming him had definitely accelerated Long Ao’s recovery to a certain extent. However, that was all. He was far from being fully recovered.

On top of that, Fang Muyun’s final attack had damaged his foundation. If he did not return to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace and receive treatment as soon as possible, his future growth would most likely suffer a major impact.

“Damned humans!”

Long Ao cursed again despite himself. Fang Muyun’s attack hadn’t just grievously injured him, it had ruined months of planning and the task the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace had entrusted him to complete. He would surely receive a serious punishment for his failure.

“When we conquer the Four Seas, I swear I’ll kill every human as revenge!” Long Ao uttered through gritted teeth.

Although he had made up his mind, Long Ao didn’t leave in a hurry. It was because he still had an important matter to attend to. Specifically, he needed to clean up the aftermath.

Fang Muyun was a human genius after all. His death would surely be detected by the humans. With their strength and abilities, it was only a matter of time before they found their way here.

Although the Myriad Dragons Palace possessed the ability to seal off an area of space and muddy the rivers of fate, meaning that the humans would not be able to divine what happened here through Strange Artifacts or Magias, this entire area was also littered with energies, dragon scales, blood and other remnants of the battle. If he did not clean them up, the humans would surely suspect that the dragons and the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace were behind Fang Muyun’s death. Regardless of the result of their investigation, it would surely pose a grave threat to the Four Seas Dragon Palace’s grand plan.

What he needed to do now was to clean up the battlefield—but only the traces that belonged to him. There was no need to clean up the Blood Sovereign, Ink Toad King, Shark General and Madam Mer’s traces. These Strangers were enemies of humanity and notorious for their fondness of human flesh. He absolutely could and should leave their traces behind so that the humans would suspect them instead.

This was one major reason he chose to swallow the Blood Sovereign earlier.

Once he was done here, he should return and inform the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace what happened today as soon as possible. There was no harm in being forewarned and prepared.

Fang Muyun was a human genius. His death was a rock that would send shockwaves throughout the puddle that was the world. Even with Blood Sovereign and the like to shoulder the blame for him, it was very possible that they would suspect foul play and launch a wide-scale investigation anyway. If one of these investigators happened to run into a fellow dragon who was carrying out the same duty as him, then their grand plan would be exposed anyway. That was why he needed to inform them about this and tell them to lie low for the moment.

Unfortunately, right as Long Ao was about to take action, alarm bells suddenly rang inside his head. He tried to summon the Myriad Dragons Palace, but he was too late. The thought had just entered his mind when a gentle voice spoke,

“Command: Suppress.”

The voice was soft but imbued with great power. As soon as it appeared, Long Ao felt as if the space around him had transformed into unbreakable chains and cages. It pinned him in place and immobilized him so that he couldn’t even use his spirit, much less the Myriad Dragons Palace.

The next moment, a humanoid silhouette slowly walked over from the sea. Literally. It was like she was a living celestial.

“Who... Who are you?”

Long Ao was stunned. Right now, a million thoughts were racing through his mind: who is this person? Did they show up before or after I killed Fang Muyun? Did they find out about the Four Seas Dragon Palace’s plan?

“I am the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace’s third crown prince! You—”

Long Ao tried to talk his way out when he saw that his captor was silent, but before he could finish, a cool voice rang,

“Quiet.”

A sleeve suddenly appeared before his eyes. It danced through the air and seemed to cover up both heaven and earth.

His vision darkened, and he was pulled into the sleeve. He lost consciousness after that.

The sleeve shrank, and Feng Qingyou appeared into view.

“You really are quite incredible, Fang Muyun.”

Feng Qingyou remarked while watching Fang Muyun’s final strike from the sky. Then, she sighed. “It’s a shame.”

Why was it a shame? Because Fang Muyun was about to die, of course.

Yes, Fang Muyun was about to die because he wasn’t dead yet. He was still alive and kicking.

It was only a matter of time though.

......

Fang Muyun was still alive.

Only a sliver of his mind was left, but he was undoubtedly alive.

Right now, an ink person was slipping through the clouds and flying toward the Four Seas at high speed.

Despite being only three inches tall, the ink person had all seven orifices. Inkish essence circulated around it and emanated waves of purple light of beneficence, mysterious and profound. It looked like a mini version of Fang Muyun.

It was none other than Fang Muyun—or more accurately, a wisp of his mind.