Under the simultaneous assault of seven divine abilities, each on par with the Dao Platform Realm, not even the World-Destroying Demon Dragon could withstand the onslaught unscathed.
Yi Tianxing could clearly sense that the beast's life force was plummeting—yet still not extinguished. The monster clung to life with terrifying tenacity.
As the divine lights faded and the annihilating shockwaves subsided, the violent tides slowly calmed.
And then—the battlefield's center revealed a massive fleshy sphere, covered in deep cracks and gashes. All around it lay shattered bones, scattered across the sea in every direction—a brutal, tragic scene.
Thump… Thump…!
Amid the silence, a crisp heartbeat echoed directly in everyone's ears.
Then, heaven and earth's spiritual energy surged from all directions, funneling toward the fleshy sphere and forming a swirling vortex of essence. Before their very eyes, the mangled body began healing.
Bones regrew, flesh reknit, and the vital aura from within roared back—growing rapidly stronger by the second.
"How is this possible?! It's still not dead!"
"This is absurd! Seven Zodiac Guardians, each having sublimated to Tier Eight—attacking at full strength—and it still survived?!"
"What do we do now? Even our strongest blow wasn't enough…"
On the walls of Lingzhu City, the gathered civilians and bounty hunters cried out in disbelief. Their final hope—the all-out combined assault—had failed to deliver a fatal blow.
If even this couldn't kill it, what possibly could?
"This is bad…"Lin Feng's expression darkened.
Sublimation granted them only one chance at such power. Continuing it longer would destroy their bodies. Now that they'd exited that state, they were back to their original strength—and the demon dragon was healing rapidly.
That last attack had been their peak. If it failed…
They had nothing left.
But one thought remained firm in all their minds:
"No matter what—we must not let it reach the land!"
If this creature got into Lingzhu City, the city's defenses would crumble in seconds. It would be a massacre.
Just then—cheers erupted from within the city.
A seven-colored rainbow bridge suddenly appeared in the sky above Lingzhu.
Atop it stood Yi Tianxing, accompanied by Zhuge Liang and other court ministers.
Yi Tianxing's appearance needed no introduction. Every citizen of Great Yi knew him—his presence alone was a beacon of hope. Even if the heavens collapsed, as long as he stood tall, the people would not falter.
"It's the Emperor!"
"We're saved! With the Emperor here, even a World-Destroying Demon Dragon is nothing!"
"The Emperor would never abandon us—he's come to fight!"
Excitement surged through the crowd like wildfire.
Even the Seven Zodiac Guardians, upon seeing him, bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty! Please eliminate this demon!"
To them as well, Yi Tianxing was more than a ruler—he was the pillar of their faith.
Despite their own immense power, when facing Yi Tianxing, they still felt as though they stood before a boundless ocean. Compared to him, the demon dragon itself seemed less terrifying.
They knew instinctively—this was a gap that could not be crossed.
"You've done well. You did not betray your legacy. You've already given your best."
Yi Tianxing nodded gently. He valued them greatly—as the future guardians and hidden pillars of Great Yi.
"A fine dragon indeed. But it made the mistake of coming here. Now—prepare to fall."
His voice was calm, but firm.
Black and white divine light surged through his pupils—his Innate Yin-Yang Eyes awakening.
ROAAAAAR!!
Two ancient black-and-white flood dragons materialized above the sea, coiling through the air. Their bodies rapidly expanded to over 10,000 meters, emanating a crushing pressure.
With terrifying speed, they flew forward—interweaving as they approached the still-healing demon dragon.
"What strength!"
"Even stronger than our sublimated divine arts…"
"As expected of the Emperor… he's truly unfathomable…"
Lin Feng and the others trembled inwardly. From those two dragons alone, they sensed true death.
Their instincts screamed at them—if these dragons struck us, we would die.
Yi Tianxing had not held back:
Innate Yin-Yang Divine Art – Yin-Yang Scissors!!
A supreme killing technique.
But this wasn't just powered by his innate spiritual aperture.
Behind it, the Tai Chi Altar—one of the tiers of his Heavenly Emperor Altar—activated from his Innate Purple Palace.
This divine altar infused the Yin-Yang Scissors with Dao Platform might, transforming them in an instant.
The demon dragon, though still injured, had begun to recover. It opened its wings once more and let out a deafening roar.
But then—its three eyes caught sight of the two flood dragons hurtling toward it, and terror flared.
I'm going to die!
A raw, instinctual premonition.
Without thinking, it folded its wings again to defend itself. Its massive scorpion tail lashed out, hoping to destroy the incoming dragons.
But it was too late.
The flood dragons arrived in a flash of light, far faster than the eye could follow.
Before the wings could fully close—
SNAP!!
A brilliant golden light sliced through the void.
A crisp snipping sound echoed across heaven and earth.
And in the next moment—the invincible demon dragon was cleaved clean in half.
The scene was terrifying.
The Yin-Yang Scissors, now upgraded with the altar's power, were already an innate treasure. Under the might of the Heavenly Emperor Altar, they reached true Dao Platform destruction.
Even a beast like this one—its titanic, immortal body—was no match.
Blood gushed forth, and even with its immense vitality, the dragon found its regeneration hindered.
Yin-Yang Oblivion Force now clung to the wound, dissolving the flesh faster than it could heal.
"You dare hope to recover after being cut by my Yin-Yang Scissors?"
"You've come to my realm—now you will stay."
Yi Tianxing's voice was indifferent.
He waved a hand—and a massive celestial city appeared out of thin air above the sea.
It was none other than Xuanhuang City, the Emperor Capital of Great Yi.
"Disciples—commence the refinement!!"
With that order, a phantasmal heavenly gate manifested within the city.
Though still ethereal, it radiated a mysterious and ancient aura, as if it connected to some unfathomable realm.
The gate surged forward, heading straight toward the bifurcated demon dragon.
The beast, sensing its impending doom, tried to flee.
But it was too late.
Its body was torn in half, its origin wounded—it could barely move, let alone escape.
With a flash, the heavenly gate descended and swallowed it whole.
Chains formed from the void, stabbing into its flesh, binding it tightly.
In an instant, the demon dragon vanished—sealed within the heart of the celestial city.
Yi Tianxing had used the city's power to suppress and begin refining it.
And when the refinement was complete—
That phantom gate would become real—a true Gate Disciple.