Ristoh watched the battle between the Lord and the other two, his thoughts stirring slightly. Faced with the Phoenix Clan and emerging...

If this fellow were accidentally killed during the three-way scramble for the Atlas, the Dragon Clan would surely hold a grudge against both the Phoenix and Qilin Clans, greatly increasing his own safety. He saw off King Ready.

Ao’s aura surged, a powerful pressure emanating from him. “Even if the two of you join forces, I doubt you can take what I hold.

Besides... can the two of you even trust each other?

Hah! The moment I loosen my grip on this Atlas, you two will likely be the first to strike at one another!” Reao said with a laugh.

Feng Xiang and Lord Ziyuan knew Reao was trying to sow discord, yet a seed of vigilance had undeniably been planted in their hearts. “Let’s do it!” Reao suddenly tossed the Xuan Tian Atlas high into the sky, simultaneously unleashing the special domain only a Saint Realm expert possessed.

He flicked out a finger, sending two whirlwind-shaped wind arrows whooshing toward both of them at once. He clenched his own fists and slammed violently toward Lord Ziyuan.

Reao’s unexpected throw of the Atlas immediately captured the attention of the other two, and Feng Xiang shot upward first. “Trying to escape?” Lord Ziyuan certainly wouldn't let him succeed easily.

He gestured with his right hand in mid-air, and a massive fist immediately materialized above Feng Xiang, blocking his path. Just then, the sound of piercing air exploded forth—Reao’s condensed Dou Qi wind arrows were already bearing down on them both.

Seeing that snatching the Atlas alone was impossible, Feng Xiang thrust a finger forward, forming an energy shield to block the incoming wind arrows, while simultaneously bracing his body and driving downward to meet the charging Reao. The three instantly became entangled in a fierce melee.

Although they fought hand-to-hand without employing Dou Techniques, the aura and sheer power of the Saint Realm experts manifested like a tempest, enveloping everything within a thousand-meter radius, turning all matter within that zone to dust! Chen Feng rolled into the massive pit previously smashed open by Luobo to take cover.

With the protection of the “Divine Mansion of Light,” such shockwaves posed no threat, but to feign distraction and secure the Atlas, he couldn't expose himself too soon. “Let’s secure the Atlas first before we fight!” Feng Xiang roared, his voice thick with urgency.

“It had better be me holding it first!” Lord Ziyuan roared back simultaneously. Reao’s purpose in tossing the Atlas was precisely to incite their conflict; he was quite content to watch the blaze.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

After several clashes, the three attacking simultaneously plunged the scene into chaos. Chen Feng watched for a while; the Xuan Tian Atlas hovered steadily in the air, showing no sign of falling.

It seemed Reao had employed some secret art—no wonder he wasn't anxious. As long as the Atlas wasn't physically in his hands, Reao could summon it to himself at any moment he wished.

As long as the connection between the Atlas and Reao remained unbroken, rushing forward would only result in his own disadvantage. After a moment of deep thought, he decided to wait a little longer.

Whether Chen Feng got the Atlas or not was secondary, but having something snatched from his grasp was a humiliation he could not let stand unretrieved. “Nine Heavens Phoenix Dance!” Feng Xiang let out a fierce cry, unleashing his Dou Technique in his haste.

“Wave Light Slash!” Lord Ziyuan also roared. “Qilin Shield!” The three unleashed their ultimate offensive and defensive measures simultaneously.

A dazzling white light formed where the three forces collided, and the turbulent currents immediately coalesced into a massive, mushroom-shaped cloud. All elements within a thousand-meter radius seemed to be instantly sucked dry, creating a vacuum zone.

Giant spatial fissures, like pitch-black gashes, swayed nearby, threatening to swallow and shred anything that came near them into fine powder. Chen Feng’s eyes lit up.

He cast the Teleportation Spell of the Mind, instantly appearing above the three combatants. The Divine Mansion of Light abruptly expanded and immediately sucked the Atlas inside.

“Courting death!” The three Saint Realm experts, locked in a struggle, were simultaneously robbed by someone who was merely a Dou Zun—they roared out in shared fury. Boom… Dozens of intense attacks hammered against the “Divine Mansion of Light.” Under the force of the impact, Chen Feng tumbled and was sent flying a thousand meters away.

All three were nearly driven mad. Experts of their caliber were top-tier existences even on the overseas continents, yet they had been toyed with by a mere boy with the strength of a third-tier Dou Zun.

How could they not be enraged? The three flashed in place simultaneously, teleporting to surround Chen Feng.

“Brat, it seems we underestimated you this whole time!” Reao roared, his eyes crimson. “Your Qilin Prince is my slave; we are family.

Why would a servant dispute what belongs to the master?” Chen Feng replied fearlessly, deliberately provoking him. “You…” Reao truly trembled with rage.

The Qilin Clan had always been arrogant; being mocked and then looked down upon like this was almost enough to make him faint from anger on the spot. “No more wasting words with this brat.

Whoever kills him gets the Atlas, how about it?” Lord Ziyuan suggested, his eyes darting sideways. Chen Feng knew how hard his defense was, like a turtle’s shell—others didn't know, but he did.

Furthermore, now that he was the inheritor of the Flame Dragon, the Dragon God, he calculated that if he died at the hands of the other two, he would simply reap the benefits later! “Fine!” Reao and Feng Xiang agreed at once, but just as they prepared to strike, a thunderous sound boomed from the sky.

“I’d like to see who has the guts to harm our Dragon God Lord!”