Silence fell over the entire arena upon hearing Bai Lengshen's words.
When did the Ghost Clan, a powerful clan, become so impoverished?
Others were offering hundreds or thousands, but he only had 20?
For someone ranked 9th on the "Genius Ranking" to utter such a statement was truly beneath his dignity.
Bai Lengshen felt the sudden silence and was completely disoriented.
In fact, Tian Shenwei, Long Xin, and the other prodigies had all noticed something amiss.
It was strange that the young master of the Ghost Clan was all alone here, without even a single follower.
First, they ruled out the possibility that the Ghost Clan lacked level 500 Awakened individuals. Second, they ruled out the possibility that Bai Lengshen had assigned them all to other tasks. The only conclusion they could draw was:
They were all dead.
Others might not know Bai Lengshen's personality, but these prodigies had all dealt with him and knew him well.
They had some guesses: Bai Lengshen had caused trouble at Fang Xian's place, and then Fang Xian had wiped them out.
Otherwise, how could they explain Bai Lengshen's current predicament?
Fang Xian's mystery and power far exceeded their imagination.
Once they left "Divine Stone Mountain," they would definitely dig up every detail about Fang Xian.
Fang Xian looked at Bai Lengshen and shook his head helplessly.
The Azure Dragon chuckled and slowly walked over to make a deal with him.
Bai Lengshen blushed and completed the deal with the Azure Dragon.
Just then, a giant dragon-shaped spaceship appeared in the sky, winding and circling.
Its eyes flashed with a captivating blue light, and its sides had enormous metal wings covered with intricate energy patterns.
The man standing on the dragon's head was tall and imposing, an invisible majesty emanating from his very bones.
He was none other than the Dragon God's Son, ranked second on the "Genius Ranking"
—Long Xingchen.
His hair was as black as ink, his eyebrows slanted sharply upwards, and his eyes were deep and mysterious, gleaming with a faint golden light, concealing endless mystery and majesty—the sharp and noble gaze unique to a five-clawed golden dragon.
Long Xingchen's features were distinct; beneath his high, straight nose, a faint smile played on his lips, a smile that hinted at his untamed spirit.
His black robe was embroidered with lifelike five-clawed golden dragons in gold thread. A gentle breeze stirred the hem of his robes, further emphasizing his aura of dominance over the heavens.
Long Xingchen descended slowly, each step steady and powerful, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.
"Royal Brother."
Long Xin rose and respectfully bowed to Long Xingchen.
Long Xin had previously conveyed the information to Long Xingchen. Long Xingchen had initially shown no interest, but upon hearing of Fang Xian's vast reserves, he decided to come.
He completely ignored the geniuses present, including Long Xin, Tian Shenwei, Tian Yanyan, Guangze Mi, and Bai Lengshen.
The geniuses were already used to this; in Long Xingchen's eyes, only the Demon God Prince, ranked first on the "Genius Ranking," was worthy of his attention.
Long Xingchen walked straight to Fang Xian, slightly raising his chin, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain for all mortals.
It was as if everything should submit to his gaze.
"3000 'Advanced Divine Stones,' 1000 'Divine Artifact Stones,' and 1000 'Red Divine Gifts.'"
After speaking, Long Xingchen waved his hand, and a bunch of "divine equipment" clattered onto the deck.
Everyone frowned slightly at Long Xingchen's arrogant attitude.
He could have simply used his storage ring to make the transaction, without needing to manage the quantity or any other information, but instead, he just threw it on the ground, completely disregarding Fang Xian.
Fang Xian frowned, his eyes filled with displeasure, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly.
"Pick it up."
Long Xingchen looked at Fang Xian indifferently, then suddenly swung his dragon claw, a huge five-colored dragon claw attacking Fang Xian.
No one expected Long Xingchen to attack without a word; it was incredibly arrogant.
Fang Xian casually slapped it away, and the five-colored dragon claw shattered instantly, disappearing without a trace.
His eyes were cold, his expression stern.
"Since you don't want to pick it up, then I'll help you."
Fang Xian had barely finished speaking when he took a step forward.
"Whoosh!"
"Pfft!"
In a flash, Fang Xian was standing beside Long Xingchen, a blood-dripping sword in his hand.
"Drip, drip."
The blood was flowing from
—Long Xingchen's knees.
"Ah—"
A scream brought everyone back to their senses.
Beside Fang Xian, Long Xingchen had clean cuts at his knees; his legs had been severed.
"Thump!"
Long Xingchen collapsed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
Everyone gasped, their scalps tingling at the gruesome sight of Long Xingchen.
No one present could react in time; that speed was definitely no slower than a level-one assassin, perhaps even faster.
And that sword strike was even more shocking.
Dragons are naturally more defensive than any other race, and Long Xingchen, being the most elite of the dragons, a "Five-Clawed Golden Dragon," possessed unparalleled defensive capabilities.
Yet Fang Xian had severed both his legs with a single sword strike—how terrifying!
Geniuses like Guangze Mi and Dongfang Cangjue frowned deeply. Thankfully, they hadn't shown off, or their legs would have been broken.
Tian Shenwei and Bai Lengshen felt a lingering fear. They were glad they hadn't overdone it, or their fate would have been equally tragic.
"Royal Brother!"
Long Xin's expression changed drastically, and she rushed to Long Xingchen's side.
The dragon members on the warship were even more horrified. Dozens of dragon priests hurriedly flew down to try and heal Long Xingchen's legs.
The remaining dragon members were all enraged, drawing their weapons and surrounding the entire sky, determined to bring Fang Xian to justice.
"How dare you! You dare to injure our divine son! Unforgivable!"
"Human brat, prepare to die!"
Fang Xian slightly raised his chin, his eyes icy.
"Shut up."
"No!"
Long Xin hurriedly cried out to Fang Xian to stop, but it was too late. Fang Xian swung his sword, staining the sky with blood.
Black rain fell from the sky—it was blood rain.
Long Xin, Long Xingchen, and other high-ranking members of the dragon clan watched the falling limbs and carcasses, their faces so grim they seemed to drip blood.
Long Xingchen's eyes were filled with ferocity. With a roar, its body began to tremble violently, its bones cracking.
In an instant, its form swelled, its limbs transforming into thick, powerful dragon claws, each with five sharp, gleaming toes.
Its body rapidly lengthened and thickened, golden scales emerging from beneath its skin, densely packed, like an indestructible armor.
Its head deformed, and two enormous dragon horns slowly rose from its forehead, winding and twisting, exuding a terrifying majesty.
A pair of enormous dragon eyes snapped open, golden pupils burning with furious flames as they stared intently at Fang Xian.
At this moment, Long Xingchen had completely transformed into a majestic five-clawed golden dragon, circling in the air.
"Human brat, I, Long Xingchen, swear I will not be a dragon if I do not kill you!"
Fang Xian flicked the "Xuanyuan Sword" in his hand, a slight upturn of his lips, carrying a hint of disdain.
"That
"May you be a dragon in your next life."