The Dark Dragon Clan...
Beneath the Imperial Dragon God's Nest, a group of formidable dragons stood, clutching thick chains that bound a colossal, one-horned dragon.
That dragon, though long deceased, remained remarkably intact. Its scales still retained a faint glow, resisting the passage of time. Most striking of all was the radiant divine light emanating from its singular horn, exuding an immense imperial aura—this was the corpse of a Dragon God Emperor.
When the warriors of the Rhinoceros Dragon Clan set their sights upon the Dark Dragon Clan members, their initial shock quickly turned to uncontainable fury upon seeing the massive dragon corpse.
Their minds roared in unison as an overwhelming killing intent surged forth.
That corpse belonged to their ancestor.
And those from the Dark Dragon Clan were siphoning the lingering power from their forebear’s remains.
"Kill!"
With a thunderous bellow, Xi Yuanqing launched himself forward, his eyes ablaze with rage. The rest of the Rhinoceros Dragon Clan followed suit, their blood boiling with wrath.
The Dark Dragon Clan had gathered in the hundreds. They had been greedily absorbing the Dragon God's corpse’s energy to bolster their own strength. The sudden emergence of the Imperial Dragon God's Nest startled them momentarily, but their shock soon transformed into mocking smirks as they saw the oncoming Rhinoceros Dragon warriors.
Among them were nine warriors who had condensed 999 Emperor Flames, the pinnacle of their kind. The weakest among them had forged 997 Flames—a testament to their overwhelming might.
In contrast, the Rhinoceros Dragon Clan had only one Emperor—Xi Yuanqing.
The gap in strength was staggering.
"Defilers of our ancestors shall die!"
Xi Yuanqing roared, charging at the Dark Dragon warriors.
A warrior from the Dark Dragon Clan stepped forward, a sneer curling his lips. "These insects? Leave them to me alone. The Dragon God's corpse is now burning with destiny’s power. Absorb it quickly, or the heavens will claim it."
Surrounded by the flickering glow of 999 Emperor Flames, he exuded overwhelming dominance as he rushed to meet Xi Yuanqing, delivering a devastating punch. His strength, having long stabilized at the peak of his tier, far surpassed that of Xi Yuanqing.
A single strike—his intent was clear.
Crush Xi Yuanqing, and the rest would fall effortlessly.
"Die!"
Xi Yuanqing bellowed, his fist surging with divine radiance like a blazing sun.
Boom!
Their fists collided, and to everyone's shock, the Dark Dragon warrior’s entire arm exploded into a mist of blood.
"What?!"
The Dark Dragons gasped in disbelief.
A split second later—
Boom!
Xi Yuanqing’s second punch shattered his opponent’s skull before he could react.
With divine energy surging through his veins, Xi Yuanqing surged past the fallen warrior, heading straight for the Dragon God's corpse.
"Something's wrong! Kill him now!"
The Dark Dragon warriors panicked.
Boom!
Two warriors lunged forward but were sent flying by Xi Yuanqing’s ferocious strikes.
Another enemy wielding a massive war hammer charged in, bringing it down with a gust of roaring wind.
Boom!
Xi Yuanqing countered with his fist, shattering the hammer into dust. Blood splattered as his own hand ruptured from the sheer force—revealing a small, glowing token amidst the crimson mist.
The Rhinoceros Dragon Token.
Moments before, Xi Yuanqing had been channeling its power, unleashing an unrivaled force upon the battlefield.
"That token! Seize it!"
A Dark Dragon warrior lunged forward, eyes gleaming with greed.
Snap!
Xi Yuanqing's remaining hand seized the token tightly. With a roar, he shattered the space itself with his fist.
Boom!
The enemy’s torso was obliterated instantly, his remnants flung backward—right into the waiting blades of Xi Ming and the others, who cut him down without hesitation.
A battle-axe cleaved through the air, targeting Xi Yuanqing.
Boom!
Blocking with his fist, he found his strength insufficient this time—his arm and the axe both disintegrated upon impact. The Rhinoceros Dragon Token was exposed once more.
Xi Yuanqing reeled in shock. His right hand had yet to regenerate. The token—it was about to be snatched away!
Swish!
A shadow flickered across the battlefield.
Before the nearest Dark Dragon warrior could react, his body was severed in two.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Each time the shadow moved, blood sprayed. Every flicker of darkness heralded another slain enemy.
The battlefield fell silent.
As the final Dark Dragon warrior fell, the onlookers finally saw the figure clearly.
"This..."
It wasn’t Long Chen.
It was Cang Lu.
Draped in dark armor, his presence exuded an eerie, deathly aura. With each kill, his energy became more sinister, the darkness around him growing more palpable.
"You are too weak right now," Long Chen’s voice carried through the battlefield. "Pay respects to your ancestor and absorb the power left behind. His spirit won’t last much longer."
With those words, Long Chen turned away, walking into the distance.
"I leave the Imperial Dragon God's Nest to you. Grow stronger quickly—the true battle is yet to begin."
Cang Lu followed, and soon, their silhouettes faded into the distance.
"Long Chen..." Xi Yuanqing muttered, confused.
"The real battle hasn’t started," Bai Fan’s voice echoed. "At your current level, you’re unworthy of standing beside him in war. Complete the ritual and awaken your dormant talents. Only then will you qualify to follow Long Chen."
"Yes!"
Spurred by Bai Fan’s words, Xi Yuanqing led his people to conduct the ancestral rites, summoning their forefather’s lingering will. If they succeeded, their ancestor would bless them with strength and find eternal rest.
Long Chen and Cang Lu pressed forward. The earth trembled beneath them.
The land for millions of miles quaked rhythmically, like the heartbeat of a colossal beast hidden beneath the surface.
Suddenly—
BOOM!
A distant explosion ruptured the land, sending a shockwave skyward.
A vast, underground world was revealed before Long Chen’s eyes.
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"Long Xu, you've given me quite the gift..."
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