"Damn it! You bunch of fools! If you keep ignoring my warnings, you'll only get yourselves killed!"
The dragon warrior with a single horn roared in fury. He could sense Dragon Dust’s aura growing stronger with every passing moment, yet the others attacking him were completely oblivious.
Unfortunately, he was the only one in the entire battlefield who could detect this change. Even his fellow clansmen from the same dragon lineage remained unaware.
Dragon Dust's control over his aura had reached an almost supernatural level. The only reason this single-horned dragon warrior could perceive the difference was due to his innate talent.
But his warning fell on deaf ears. Enraged beyond measure, he no longer cared about the weaker dragon warriors recklessly charging at Dragon Dust. His blade slashed through the air, instantly cutting down dozens of his own kin.
"Xi Yuanqing! Have you lost your mind?! You dare to kill our own people? Do you believe I won’t make your entire clan pay with their lives?!" A black dragon warrior bellowed in fury.
The single-horned dragon warrior, named Xi Yuanqing, had no choice but to cull these hindrances if he wanted to take Dragon Dust down. He couldn't afford to give his opponent any more time.
However, his actions enraged the other top powerhouses. The only reason they had gathered here was for personal gain—they were nothing more than a loose alliance bound by greed.
None of them could sense Dragon Dust's rising power, nor did they care. In fact, they were happy to let Dragon Dust exhaust himself. Once he was completely drained, capturing him alive would be far more valuable than killing him outright.
After all, whoever captured Dragon Dust would gain the Kun Cauldron, the Emperor Dragon's Nest, and all of Dragon Dust’s secrets.
These dragon clans claimed allegiance to the Underworld Dragon Clan, but when faced with overwhelming temptation, they had already betrayed their own kind—betraying the Underworld Dragon Clan would be just as easy.
Yet their hesitance was precisely what Dragon Dust needed. He continued to grow stronger in the shadows while keeping up the facade of struggling desperately, fooling them all.
For every dragon warrior he slew, his Emperor Flame power surged.
His Three Bloods had almost been depleted, awakening a deep survival instinct within them. They devoured the Emperor Flames in a frenzied attempt to restore themselves.
Dragon Dust could feel it—his Three Bloods were undergoing a second awakening. The immense pressure had ignited their desire to grow stronger. Unlike before, when they simply waited passively to be nurtured, now they were ravenous.
His blood, flesh, bones, and even soul were all starving.
The moment his Supreme Bone absorbed energy, it was immediately devoured by his body, every part of him desperately trying to evolve.
His strength was increasing rapidly. Even the wounds left by the Star Engravings were beginning to heal—albeit slowly—but it was enough to give him hope.
This second awakening of his physical body had opened a door to an entirely new world. Only now did he realize how much potential lay untapped within him. He had merely scratched the surface.
And finally, he understood—truly mastering the Nine-Star Tyrant Body Art required an overwhelmingly powerful physical foundation. The Starry Battle Armor’s engravings were merely the first step into true strength.
How ridiculous! He had spent so many years cultivating the Nine-Star Tyrant Body Art, thinking he had already stepped into its depths—when in reality, he had been lingering outside the entrance this entire time.
"You idiotic fools! Get out of my way and let me kill Dragon Dust! I swear on my very soul, I will not take a single treasure from him!
If you keep wasting time, he will slaughter us all!" Xi Yuanqing roared, his voice filled with urgency.
But no one believed him. In the face of the Kun Cauldron, a so-called soul oath meant nothing—it was as empty as the wind.
Dragon Dust's gaze locked onto Xi Yuanqing, his killing intent surging.
This man could see through his deception. He had to be eliminated immediately.
However, Dragon Dust was still in the middle of his recovery. Killing someone with such keen senses would come at a price.
Moreover, if he took down Xi Yuanqing, the other warriors might become alarmed and launch a full-scale assault. He had just begun to regain his strength—it was not yet enough to face them all at once.
And he couldn't let Evil Moon, Fire Spirit, or Thunder Spirit intervene. If they stepped in, the danger would lessen, and his body's awakening might be interrupted.
"Xi Yuanqing, stop scheming. I'll deal with you for killing our kin later. If you try anything else, we’ll eliminate you first," the Black Dragon Clan leader sneered.
Clearly, this man thought Xi Yuanqing was trying to play tricks, treating them all like fools.
"You..."
Xi Yuanqing scanned the other powerhouses around him.
He saw only mockery in their eyes. Disdain. And worse—some of them didn’t even bother to hide their killing intent toward him.
His face darkened. His gaze turned toward the Underworld Dragon Clan’s leader.
"Lord Ming Longxuan, do you not believe me either?"
Ming Longxuan was an imposing figure, towering and immensely powerful. Within the Underworld Dragon Clan, he held an extremely high status and formidable strength.
Despite the presence of countless warriors with nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames, none dared to provoke him.
Part of it was due to his authority, but more than that—it was his raw power.
Ming Longxuan spoke indifferently, "There is no point in arguing. Prove yourself with action."
Hearing his emotionless response, Xi Yuanqing’s face twisted in anger.
Ming Longxuan didn't trust him either.
Xi Yuanqing’s heart sank.
Ming Longxuan’s doubt was bad—very bad.
Earlier, he had killed several warriors in an attempt to clear the way for his attack on Dragon Dust, but he had underestimated the consequences.
When this battle ended, someone would definitely come for revenge. And with Ming Longxuan's attitude, he would not protect him.
Worse, he might even join the others in taking him down.
Cold sweat dripped down Xi Yuanqing’s back.
"Xi Long Clan, withdraw from battle. Leave the competition immediately," he commanded.
The warriors of the Xi Long Clan hesitated, but some stepped back. Others, however, were already blinded by battle lust. The opportunity was right in front of them—they couldn’t bring themselves to give up.
"If you do not withdraw, you will be branded traitors and cast out of the Xi Long Clan!" Xi Yuanqing barked.
At his words, even those closest to Dragon Dust gritted their teeth and retreated.
They dared not defy him.
And so, the Xi Long Clan withdrew.
Yet in an army of millions, the retreat of ten thousand warriors meant nothing.
No one even noticed.
No one mocked them for fleeing.
Instead, some were secretly delighted—one less competitor for the spoils.
Xi Yuanqing led his clan away, creating as much distance as possible.
When he saw that no one cared, a smirk crept onto his lips.
"A bunch of fools. You've already walked right into Dragon Dust's trap, and you don't even realize it.
Go ahead and die—I’m not playing this game with you anymore."
He kept leading his clan further away, as if truly withdrawing from the battle.
But just as they reached a certain distance—
His expression suddenly changed.
"Not good!"
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