"Three Immortals Annihilation!"
The brocade-robed youth raised his hand. Surging Immortal Force burst forth from his body, rapidly condensing into three enormous fingers, each hundreds of zhang tall, hovering above his head.
Each finger corresponded to a different type of Immortal Force. Their combined power was so overwhelming that the solid space inside the stone palace could no longer bear it—shattering piece by piece, crumbling in layers. The might was beyond description.
An Yi-Rank martial skill—even in the Immortal Realm—held terrifying value. The fact that the brocade-robed youth could unleash such a technique proved his identity was anything but ordinary.
"Die!"
He pointed downward. One finger tore through the void, its power seemingly capable of annihilating space itself.
Wu San Niang's expression became grave to the extreme. She sensed mortal danger from that single finger. Yet she refused to yield. Three types of Strange Flames erupted. The Golden Crow Void Flame guarded her body. The Great Earth Force Flame transformed into a hundred-zhang-tall fiery giant, standing tall to block in front of her.
Rock Elephant Heavy Flame exploded outward. Gravity around the finger multiplied exponentially, slightly slowing its speed.
Despite her layered techniques, that terrifying finger continued its unstoppable advance, its momentum unbreakable.
BOOM…
The fiery giant formed by Great Earth Force Flame swung a massive fist—only to have half its colossal body crushed into scattered flames.
The finger pierced straight through the Golden Crow Void Flame's wings. The flame let out an unwilling screech before completely dissipating into nothingness.
Heaven-Splitting Ancient Hand appeared on her fist. She poured all her strength into a punch toward the still-charging colossal finger.
BOOM… BOOM…
Wu San Niang felt her arm on the verge of exploding. The Heaven-Splitting Ancient Hand trembled and dimmed. Her body was blasted backward. Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the Jade Bone layer on her armor—then with a crisp crack, it shattered completely.
An Yi-Rank martial skill… so domineering…
"Keep going!" The brocade-robed youth sneered. The second finger of annihilation roared forth with terrifying speed, bearing down on Wu San Niang's body.
This finger was condensed from Earth Immortal Force—heavy as a thousand mountains, showing no mercy…
Puff…
Before she could react, her entire body was crushed downward as if flattened. The Five-Dragon War Chariot roared and swiftly carried her aside. The Female Battle Garment on her body was covered in countless large and small tears like spiderwebs. Her internal organs shook violently. Fresh blood sprayed from her mouth in thick streams.
"To withstand two fingers of the Three Immortals Annihilation without dying… I really have to open my eyes wider…" The brocade-robed youth smiled indifferently. His gaze shifted toward the tightly shut secret chamber behind Wu San Niang, his tone filled with deep meaning:
"That little lover of yours must be hiding in there. His woman is about to die, yet he still doesn't dare show himself?"
Without giving her a chance to respond, the final finger formed above his head and tore through the void. The Three Immortals Annihilation—three fingers that stole all life—finally descended in full.
Puff…
Wu San Niang struggled to her feet. Her bones felt like jelly. Ignoring the blood forced from her mouth, she looked bitterly at the cracks spreading across the Female Battle Garment he had just given her. It was already on the verge of shattering.
If this final finger landed, she didn't know if she could withstand it—but she was determined to try.
She gritted her teeth, wanting to activate the Death Gate once more, only to find she no longer had the strength… She couldn't blame herself for being weak. The gap in quality between them was simply too vast.
"This old lady will use her body to block this strike. My man will take revenge for me a millionfold!"
Wu San Niang knew she had reached her limit. Little Nam had only just begun refining the Strange Metal—not even a day had passed. There was no way he could succeed so quickly. She could only hope he would use his many tricks to successfully escape and avenge her later.
"Haha, avenge you? That dog-running coward?" The brocade-robed youth laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his face full of mockery.
The final finger continued its descent, seemingly about to crush her blazing body into nothingness…
"Dragon-Slaying First Palm – Dragon Capturing Palm!"
A voice filled with supreme authority rang out. The space faintly echoed with dragon roars. A colossal phantom thousands of zhang long burst out from the shattered secret chamber…
It was a pitch-black dragon interwoven with purple patterns—an absolute fiend of tyranny, its visage indescribably domineering.
The Reverse Dragon phantom proudly extended its massive claw, brutally seizing the terrifying finger descending from the brocade-robed youth.
BOOM BOOM…
Under his wide-eyed disbelief, the final finger of the Three Immortals Annihilation was crushed to pieces in the most savage way, exploding violently—unable to even touch a single hair on Wu San Niang.
And that terrifying Reverse Dragon phantom showed no sign of stopping. It opened its maw and unleashed a heaven-shaking roar, charging straight toward the brocade-robed youth.
"What's happening?!" The brocade-robed youth was stunned speechless. But his reaction was lightning-fast. His hands rapidly formed seals, instantly creating a massive Immortal Force barrier in front of him.
CRACK…
Unfortunately, before the two colossal dragon claws infused with True Dragon Force, the Immortal Force barrier shattered like thin paper. The dragon claws smashed down mercilessly…
Puff…
Instinctively raising his arms to defend, the brocade-robed youth was sent flying an unknown distance, vomiting blood wildly.
"How is this possible… This form of yours… you're from the legendary Dragon Race?"
Finally realizing something, the brocade-robed youth's fear reached its peak. The Dragon Race was a supreme existence—even he had only heard of them and never had the qualifications to witness a true dragon. Yet now, on this low-level world, he was facing someone using attack methods infused with the majesty of the Dragon Race. How could he not be terrified?
He remembered clearly what his father once said: When encountering a dragon, the best course was to bow and take a detour—because Dragon Force far surpassed Immortal Force, allowing dragons to easily fight across realms.
The brocade-robed youth racked his brain but couldn't understand how an ordinary human could suddenly possess the power of the Dragon Race. It was simply too absurd.
"Three Immortals Annihilation!"
Unwilling to accept defeat, the brocade-robed youth roared ferociously. Three fingers formed once more above his head. Gritting his teeth, he bellowed:
"Three Immortals Annihilation—full power!"
Under his will, all three fingers tore through the void simultaneously. Their combined might was three times stronger than sequential attacks.
"Peerless Under Heaven!"
Lan An sneered and activated the Heavenly Emperor Transformation state. Reaching Seven Cauldrons made the pressure he exuded even more terrifying.
Rock Elephant Heavy Flame, Golden Crow Void Flame, Eight Desolation Heaven-Defying Flame, Great Earth Force Flame, Nether Ghost Flame, Purple Heart Void-Burning Flame…
All Strange Flames appeared in the sky, unleashing their inherent terrifying power like the end of days, directly affecting the brocade-robed youth.
"Soul Explosion Technique! Soul Lock!" Soul techniques erupted domineeringly.
Not stopping there, the Frenzied Slaughter Star Metal radiated an aura of frenzied killing intent, multiplying Lan An's murderous aura countless times, making his attacks even more ferocious.
"Dragon Transformation Battle Art – True Dragon Ascends!"
ROAR…
Dragon roars echoed. Lan An sneered. Behind him, True Dragon Force surged and condensed into the phantom of a True Dragon baring fangs and claws, tearing through the void…
"Go!"
With a thought from Lan An, the array of Strange Flames and Strange Metal assisted. The True Dragon phantom savagely shattered space and charged toward the three colossal fingers of Three Immortals Annihilation.
BOOM BOOM BOOM…
"How is this possible?" In the brocade-robed youth's horrified gaze, his Three Immortals Annihilation was pushed back by the True Dragon phantom. His Immortal Force trembled with unprecedented tension.
ROAR…
After fierce friction, the True Dragon phantom crushed the three colossal fingers that had previously overwhelmed Wu San Niang, then charged forward relentlessly.
"Three Immortals Annihilation!"
The brocade-robed youth's face paled. He had never imagined that a True Immortal Early Stage like himself would one day be pushed to such a miserable state by a mere Body Integration cultivator, forcing him to expend massive amounts of Immortal Force once again to unleash an Yi-Rank martial skill.
BOOM…
Finally, this time the True Dragon phantom was destroyed by Three Immortals Annihilation in mutual annihilation. Both exploded into a terrifying shockwave that swept across the entire space.
Speed Transformation…
Lan An swiftly activated Speed Transformation, shielding Wu San Niang's weakened body behind him to prevent her from being affected by the clash.
"Take her and leave for now!" Lan An's cold eyes looked toward the Five-Dragon War Chariot and spoke gravely.
In that instant, the five Bone Dragons trembled all over and prostrated themselves, bowing three times. Then, obediently obeying, they moved their limbs and swiftly carried Wu San Niang away from the battlefield.
Bone Dragons were the skeletons of five Earth Dragons—a minor branch of the Dragon Race. In the presence of someone possessing pure Dragon Force like Lan An, they could only submit.
The hierarchy among demon beasts was extremely strict. Even if Lan An ordered them to die right now, they wouldn't dare disobey.
"You… what exactly is your relationship with the legendary Dragon Race? Who are you, really?"
The brocade-robed youth stared at Lan An with extreme wariness. An unprecedented sense of unease surged in his heart. He had the feeling that this time, he had kicked an iron plate.
This young man had layer upon layer of techniques. Now, in such a short time, he was somehow connected to the Dragon Race—too terrifying…
"Legendary Dragon Race?" Lan An didn't bother answering. His eyes merely flickered with deep thought. From the brocade-robed youth's attitude and reaction, it seemed the Dragon Race truly held a heaven-shaking status.
He had better listen to Jin'er and not continue refining the Reverse Dragon Bloodline unless absolutely necessary—lest he attract the Dragon Race's attention. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have a grave to be buried in.
As his cultivation rose higher, condensing cauldrons became increasingly difficult.
This time, successfully condensing the seventh cauldron—the Slaughter Metal Cauldron—yet his overall cultivation only reached mid-Body Integration. It was clear just how enormous the energy required for cauldron condensation had become.
In the future, even Heavenly Treasures might not be enough for him to condense more cauldrons.
Seeing Lan An deep in thought, the brocade-robed youth suddenly said nothing more. He swiftly turned, a fiery cloud appearing beneath his feet as he fled madly…
Facing a Lan An whose cultivation only corresponded to Body Integration, this True Immortal Early Stage brocade-robed youth actually chose to run away…