After Huang Tian's departure, Liu Xi willed his dragon scales to loosen and retract beneath his skin. The radiant wings behind his back flickered briefly before merging back into his body. The golden light surrounding him gradually faded, and his towering figure shrank back to normal size. Exhaling deeply, Liu Xi grimaced and rubbed his aching chest and sore arms.
That Huang Tian truly lived up to being a late 5-Star Dou Saint—every strike from him hurt like hell. The difference between their realms was vast; Liu Xi was only at the mid 4-Star Dou Saint realm. Unless he could undergo another breakthrough and reach the 5-Star Dou Saint realm, he wouldn't be able to face Huang Tian head-on.
Qing Lin and Xiao Yixian could no longer hold back. They emerged from the shadows, faces filled with worry as they rushed to Liu Xi's side. "Young Master, are you all right?"
Seeing their anxious looks, Liu Xi forced a smile and waved his hand. "I'm fine. Huang Tian is strong, but killing me isn't that easy." His gaze then turned toward the captured Heaven Demon Phoenix Tribe experts. After some thought, he said, "Collect the corpses of the fallen Heaven Demon Phoenix. As for the living, seal their Dou Qi. Be especially careful with Feng Huang and Kun Huang—guard them well. Don't kill them yet. Huang Tian is a late 5-Star Dou Saint; as long as we can delay him, these captives will serve as leverage. No need to drive him to desperation."
At his command, Qing Lin ordered the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Tribe experts to seal the remaining Heaven Demon Phoenix warriors with their tribe's secret technique.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yixian dispelled Kun Huang's Woeful Poison, leaving only a faint trace—enough to keep him unconscious but not fatal. Liu Xi then consumed several high-tier Pills, circulating his Qi Method to absorb their medicinal energy, recovering his Dou Qi and mending the internal injuries left by Huang Tian's strikes. Once everything was prepared, Liu Xi led his group swiftly toward the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe.
The Void was endless and treacherous, but as long as he followed the resonance of Zi Yan's Dragon Seal, he wouldn't lose his way.
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Much later, at North Dragon Island—
Blood light pulsed and spread, the stench of iron filling the air, sweeping across thousands of miles—proof of the slaughter that had taken place. The entire island was dyed crimson as if submerged in a sea of blood, an unbearable sight.
Surrounding North Dragon Island on all sides, countless figures gathered densely, faces grim and pale, with faint fear hidden in their eyes.
"The Dragon Transforming Demon Formation! That lunatic North Dragon King—this is a forbidden technique of the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe! It was supposed to be destroyed thousands of years ago. How could he possibly perform it?" an old man with white hair roared furiously from above the island.
At his words, the Elders of East Dragon Island fell silent. Even they had only ever heard rumors of this formation.
"Back then, the custodian of our tribe's secret techniques was the North Dragon King's great-grandfather. The Dragon Transforming Demon Formation was supposedly destroyed by him. But it's clear now—he lied and preserved it in secret." Elder Zhu Li's face darkened as he spoke coldly. From the looks of things, the North Dragon King's faction had been plotting rebellion for a long time.
The Dragon Transforming Demon Formation—one of the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe's forbidden techniques. Once activated, all beings caught within its range, except for the formation's core, would have their bodies shattered into blood essence and be devoured by the one serving as the array's nucleus.
That person's strength would soar to terrifying heights—but at the cost of using his own kin as sacrifices. The method was so cruel and blasphemous that it had been forever banned and ordered destroyed. Yet none expected that the North Dragon King could still summon it.
What chilled everyone further was that the madman had activated it on North Dragon Island itself! After Zi Yan unified the South and West Dragon Islands, the remaining rebels had fled to the North Dragon King for refuge. Now, they were all trapped within his demonic formation. If North Dragon Island fell, the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe—divided for millennia—would finally be united under Zi Yan, returning to the world in unstoppable might.
But that chance was slipping away, for the North Dragon King had devoured the West and South Dragon Kings, along with countless clansmen, and his power had grown monstrously strong.
"To conspire against his kin, defy the unification of the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, and use his own people as sacrifices to increase his strength—North Dragon King, you deserve death!"
Zi Yan's expression was cold as frost, her violet-gold eyes blazing with fury, killing intent, and disgust. She gripped her Dragon Spear tightly, standing proudly in the sky.
"Jie jie jie… Little brat, what do you know?" The North Dragon King's voice came out twisted and deranged, grating like metal scraping bone. "Isn't all of this your fault? Why did you have to return? Why force me to this point? You left me no choice but to use this desperate method! But fine… once I devour you, my bloodline will be perfected! I am strong in all aspects—why shouldn't I be the Dragon Emperor?"
The blood-drenched aura covering the island churned violently as two figures clashed amidst the storm of crimson mist. The shockwaves tore through the blood clouds, revealing the two combatants to all. Zi Yan, holding the Dragon Spear, stood firm. Above her floated the Dragon Seal, radiating a soft protective light that shielded her from the corrupting blood energy.
Having refined Zhu Kun's essence blood and the Dragon Phoenix Origin Fruit, she had reached the Late 4-Star Dou Saint realm. Empowered by the divine Dragon Seal, she had emerged invincible—conquering the South and West Dragon Islands with ease. Only the North Dragon King and a few followers had escaped to this final battlefield.
No one expected him to go completely mad—activating the Dragon Transforming Demon Formation and devouring the two other Dragon Kings. His bloodline had become chaotic beyond control; even the Dragon Seal could barely suppress it.
Across from Zi Yan stood the North Dragon King, his body monstrous and distorted. His swollen, muscular frame writhed unnaturally beneath his skin, blood seeping from his pores, coating him in a layer of crimson horror.
And on his massive shoulders grew an abnormally large head—bearing three faces: those of the West Dragon King, the South Dragon King, and the North Dragon King himself. Beneath the Dragon Seal's suppression, his aura surged and fell chaotically—sometimes peaking to the level of a 6-Star Dou Saint, sometimes collapsing to 4-Star. Most of the time, it fluctuated violently around 5-Star.
It was clear—the North Dragon King, after devouring so many of his own kin, had turned into a monster whose bloodline was in utter chaos.
(End of Chapter)
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