Chapter 430: The Tempest of Calamities

Crack, crack!

Above the dome of the heavens, dark leaden clouds roiled and roared. Within the heavy, oppressive blackness, countless interlocking bolts of lightning screamed as they clashed.

In the murk of the storm, a terrifying surge of blue wind and waves swept through the clouds, howling with such ferocity that each gust felt like a thousand stabs.

It evoked the sensation of soul-wrenching torment, as if every departing spirit was about to be slashed into oblivion.

That was the Calamity Wind – one of the Three Calamities – the Annihilating God-Wind, capable of devastating a cultivator’s soul with ease.

The howling, rampant gales sent every hair on one’s body standing on end, heralding imminent catastrophe.

Snowflakes that drifted downward were shattered and dissolved into tiny droplets by a tremendous aura; before they could even touch the ground, they were vaporized into a hazy mist that blurred the entire world.

With a gentle flick of his feather fan and the graceful poise of a crane,

Xie Yunshen emerged from the encampment, his eyes blazing with an unyielding battle fervor that burned like fire.

“We can’t delay any longer, Dragon God! You’re right – it’s time to fight,” he declared.

Xie Yunshen spoke in a low, firm tone.

At his words, Old Dragon God’s eyes flickered with momentary surprise before softening into resignation. Indeed, only a true national master of the Great Realm would seize the moment to strike; if he hesitated any longer, Old Dragon God’d question the man’s capability.

Now was the opportune moment – Lü Taibai was on the verge of breaching the Calamity Stage, a crisis for the entire Qianyuan Divine Sect.

Without Lü Taibai, this formidable half-step Calamity force left Qianyuan Divine Sect without its pinnacle combat strength—a loss with enormous consequences.

And with Lü Taibai yet to break through and enter the Calamity, he could offer no aid; it was as if Qianyuan Divine Sect had just lost a key general!

Seizing this chance might even allow them to shatter Qianyuan Divine Sect’s defenses in one fell swoop and tear open the barrier.

Old Dragon God looked forward to that day. If Qianyuan Divine Sect fell, his Dragon God Clan could claim a new ancestral land, leaving behind the pressures of that dreaded Ancestral Dragon Island—no longer fearing total annihilation after his passing.

That generation was blessed with a Dragon Prince he greatly favored, but the Dragon Prince wasn’t a true Calamity cultivator—he wasn’t even at the Calamity stage. How could he secure the future of the Dragon God Clan?

Old Dragon God sighed softly. Even he could barely keep his Dragon God Clan surviving on the Eastern Sea and Ancestral Dragon Island.

His cultivation and prowess fell far short of the glory of his predecessor, the peak of the Dragon God Clan’s era.

In the clan’s prime, there were five Dragon God cultivators, with the Dragon Emperor reaching the Three Calamities Stage!

Alas, time is a merciless blade that cuts down all grandeur.

Many Dragon Gods who sought the Bizarre Temple and dared to challenge the Earthly Bizarre Temple simply vanished without a trace.

No matter how magnificent or peerless they once were, time eventually erodes all strength.

The former glory of the Dragon God Clan was irretrievable.

Now, Old Dragon God’s only wish was for the Dragon God Clan to preserve its legacy and continue onward.

He exhaled deeply.

With both hands clasped behind him, Old Dragon God looked toward Xie Yunshen, who had agreed to lead the campaign, his gaze softening considerably.

“The Annihilating God-Wind, one of the Three Calamities – Lü Taibai’s ambition is boundless. He seeks all three levels of the Calamity stage to enter the Calamity…”

Old Dragon God raised his head, glancing at the raging winds of calamity.

Then he turned to Gu Qianchi and said, “Even if Lü Taibai has just begun his breakthrough, his cultivation is at a three-calamity level. With such overwhelming rank, Gu Qianchi might not be able to match him—”

“So we must act quickly! If Lü Taibai successfully enters the Calamity, Qianyuan will be nearly impenetrable.”

As soon as his words fell, his roar transformed into a terrifying dragon’s cry, a burst of fearsome blood-like energy erupting skyward like a column of crimson light that shook the darkened skies.

He deliberately restrained his full strength; the looming calamity, manifesting as a sword-like force above his head, threatened to fall at any moment.

After Old Dragon God’s roar, the serene surface of the Grand Canal suddenly erupted in thunderous chaos.

Waves surged, mist obscured, accompanied by explosive booms and water jets that soared skyward before morphing into elegant dragon shapes.

The overwhelming dragon aura, its majestic strength interwoven with raw power, eventually coalesced into humanoid figures crowned with prominent dragon horns.

It was the Dragon Prince and the clan’s three Dragon Sons!

Their auras blazed as they bristled with fervent combat intent.

Old Dragon God watched his descendants with deep satisfaction. This fierce spirit and resolve were exactly the mark of a Dragon God Clan fighting for its home.

For a moment, Old Dragon God believed that his clan might not be lost yet.

The Dragon Prince’s valor hinted at a strong possibility of breaking into the Calamity stage in the future.

The Dragon God Clan’s future still held promise!

“Ha ha ha ha!” At that very thought, Old Dragon God broke into boisterous laughter.

“Children, join me in this campaign! Fight for the future of our race!”

With a flourish of his fingers, a golden trident materialized in his hand, its radiant glow dazzling as it was set with sparkling jewels.

A murderous aura burst forth from Old Dragon God, his white hair dancing wildly in the surge.

Xie Yunshen cast a contemplative glance at Old Dragon God, his feather fan swaying gently.

Boom!!!

The night was a deep, oppressive black, like distant mountains shrouded by thick, veiling smoke, their contours lost. Snowflakes whirled around, as if intent on freezing everything in existence.

The howling winds and swirling snow created a scene of utter madness.

On the Grand Canal, waters roared and surged as if heavy horns blared, the thunderous sound echoing across hundreds, even thousands of feet.

The dense mist over the canal was torn asunder.

One colossal Black Xuan Dragon Ship after another, dormant for so long, now began to churn and traverse the waves, resembling vast, icy mountains.

Its towering hull displaced the water with a force that sent cascades of snow-like waves crashing upon its sides.

The Xuan Tie Lingmu Warship was the flagship of the Great Jing Court’s naval forces—a terrifying sight. The Great Jing Emperor had long prepared these warships for his campaign to conquer the seas.

Moreover, since the Great Jing Grand Ancestor engineered the Grand Canal, which spanned the entire Eleven Routes of Dajing, the mighty naval force of Great Jing was an unstoppable behemoth. With just a wave of his hand, the Emperor could crush anything underfoot.

The fearsome Xuan Tie Lingmu Warship, its sides carved with ruthless designs symbolizing bloodshed, looked as if it had emerged from the depths of the underworld.

After a month of silence, battle flags once again soared, clashing fiercely in the turbulent air, shattering both snow and the atmosphere!

Boom! The massive ship surged, its hull crashing through incoming waves as it charged forward with relentless ferocity!

One after another, these vessels advanced down the Grand Canal like a well-organized army, massing into a dark, intimidating formation headed for Daocheng.

On board the warships,

Xie Yunshen, donned in the Guanyin Lotus Main Battle Tank attire with his crane-like posture and feather fan in hand, stirred a cool breeze.

A glint of determination shone in his eyes!

At last… it was time to begin!

According to the Master’s plan, after tonight’s battle the Imperial Court’s forces would launch a full-scale campaign—not against Qianyuan, but against the Tian Dan Divine Sect of Guangling Path!

As for the assault on Qianyuan Divine Sect today, it was merely a grand prelude—a spectacle staged for Old Dragon God.

Glancing at Old Dragon God striding through the waves alongside the Dragon Prince and his cohorts, Xie Yunshen couldn’t help but smile softly.

The destiny of the Dragon God Clan…

I, Xie Yunshen, shall secure it for now.

Master Taibai was determined to breach the Calamity!

This news spread like a raging storm, impossible to stifle.

The Calamity!

A narrow escape from death, entering the Calamity!

There was little joy on anyone’s face—only solemnity—as breaching the Calamity was no trivial feat; failure would throw Qianyuan Divine Sect into a perilous plight.

Every face grew grave.

Feng Zhiqi exhaled a long breath and then sprang forward with a roar, his blood and qi surging like a meteor as he landed atop the fortress tower. His jet-black hair whipped wildly as he clutched a long blade, his gaze fixed on the profound darkness of the night.

A resounding horn echoed as the Divine Guard Army ascended the battlements, long spears in hand, their eyes scanning the distance tensely.

A flare burst into the sky—a signal!

The new scouts had fired a flare, signaling the enemy’s advance. The Imperial Court’s army, stationed 800 li away, had begun its assault on Daocheng tonight!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

With a roar that shattered the void, elite cultivators including Feng Zhiqi, Zhao Fangzhou, Elder Ding Zi, Gongshu Jingjun, Tang Xiejia, members of noble families with Martial Saint and Divine Transformation realms, and many others ascended into the air, their formidable auras unleashed.

The combined aura of over a dozen Martial Saints and Divine Transformations dwarfed even the oppressive presence of thousands of soldiers.

Above the Heavenly Dome,

Colossal calamity clouds roiled and bellowed, brewing a terrifying divine calamity that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Elder Fang Han Shu, his scholarly robes billowing, ascended step by step atop the towering battlements of the dome.

The roaring Haoran River swept through the entire city, its fierce momentum slowly easing the tension and anxiety in everyone’s heart.

Even Fang Han Shu’s eyes grew deeper as he murmured, “Tonight, a great battle is destined—a battle that will decide the survival of Qianyuan Divine Sect.”

Even he couldn’t predict the tide of this fight.

For he was uncertain whether Lü Taibai could break through. If he succeeded, an additional Calamity cultivator might offer Qianyuan Divine Sect some hope.

The breakthrough Lü Taibai could easily surpass Gu Qianchi, and even the Ancestral Patriarch could not block Old Dragon God—

At times, he might even resort to the guise of the Lie Shen Assassin—

Yet he was sure that Xie Yunshen still held a trump card. After all, how could someone of his temperament be utterly unprepared after a month?

Had Zhao Beidou recovered from his severe injuries?

Or had Xie Yunshen called upon other ancestral patriarchs from the Divine Sect?

It seemed that the Seven Treasure Divine Sect had also pledged allegiance to the Imperial Court. Would their ancestral patriarch come to fight as well?

Fang Han Shu slowly exhaled.

To withstand the first wave of the Imperial assault on Daocheng was nothing short of miraculous for Qianyuan Divine Sect.

Yet Fang Han Shu held onto hope.

He looked at Li Che—clad in a black embroidered golden lotus robe—gracefully floating in the air with a gentle, unthreatening expression.

Sensing Fang Han Shu’s gaze, Li Che turned his head and smiled softly, “Elder, there’s no need to worry.”

“Everything is stable.”

Fang Han Shu murmured in slight assent,

seemingly not grasping the full meaning behind Li Che’s assurance of stability.

“The Underworld is everywhere.”

After a pause, Li Che added,

In the next moment, he floated onto the battlements, his hand resting on the Guanyin Lotus Main Battle Tank. His eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Meanwhile,

inside the Study,

the true form of Li Che shone with a mysterious gleam in his eyes.

Lü Taibai’s sudden push toward the Calamity stage had indeed caught Li Che off guard.

Fortunately, Li Che had received a message from the alchemy master Gu Changqing, via Spiritual Confinement, confirming that the Tian Du Elixir and the Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill had been successfully refined.

This completed the final piece of Li Che’s plan to hunt Old Dragon God.

With a snap of his fingers,

the Black Divine Chess Piece twisted and expanded in midair, transforming into a reverent likeness of Gu Changqing.

“Master!”

Gu Changqing, dressed in the alchemist’s robe, his face alight with excitement,

“Has it been refined?” Li Che asked with a smile.

Sure enough, Spiritual Confinement was best entrusted to a master. Gu Changqing, an alchemy genius, had greatly aided him.

Li Che had once considered refining elixirs on his own, but his limited understanding meant it would have taken an immense effort. It was far easier to have a master like Gu Changqing handle it.

“Divine Weapon Hand, Divine Talisman Hand, Divine Formation Hand, Divine Eagle Hand, and Divine Array Hand—I’ve already assembled two major categories. Hopefully, one day I can gather the three major divine arts of Divine Weapon, Divine Talisman, and Divine Array Hand.”

“I aim to be a true master of all disciplines!” Li Che laughed heartily.

After all, wasn’t Spiritual Confinement his own innate ability?

So why couldn’t he claim the title of a master of all disciplines himself?

“Take a look.”

Narrowing his eyes, Li Che’s interest in the elixir deepened.

Gu Changqing smiled broadly, then dramatically swept his sleeve, causing a black jade bottle to float in midair.

A stir ran through Li Che as an elixir, smooth and dark as inked jade, shimmered within the bottle—it resembled not just an elixir, but a precious dark pearl.

A rich medicinal aroma wafted forth, igniting one’s entire being with an urgent desire for its power.

Without a word, one might mistake it for an extraordinary treasure pill!

“How is it used? Do we simply ingest it? No fool would mindlessly swallow an unknown elixir,”

Li Che examined the elixir with admiration before turning to Gu Changqing with curiosity.

Gu Changqing laughed and explained, “Master, this Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill is the masterpiece of the Yinxuan Patriarch. Its usage is unique; controlled by the mind, the elixir rotates through its stages: first mist, then intensified mist, and finally… the Nine-Turn Tian Du Veil, after which even the gods cannot save you.”

At Li Che’s words, the method of using the pill became clear.

“An indiscriminate attack?”

“Indeed, Master—it’s an antidote. Once ingested, you become permanently immune to the poison of the Ascending Dragon Pill.”

Gu Changqing, ever the sycophant, produced another pristine white jade bottle.

Li Che smiled, nodding as he poured out the antidote and swallowed it—a hint of sweetness on his tongue.

White sugar! Gu Changqing had sweetened it with white sugar!

With a mysterious glimmer in his eyes, Li Che carefully stowed away the Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill and patted Gu Changqing on the shoulder, “Very good—next time, there’ll be even better stuff.”

After promising Gu Changqing grand prospects, Li Che stretched his limbs.

Instead of using the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame as a mask, he slowly retrieved the two-toned Underworld Yama Mask, which he placed over his face.

The moment his eyes opened, golden flames danced and leaped.

Gripping a Feilei Chess Piece tightly in his palm,

he vanished from sight.

The great battle was about to erupt!

When the Imperial Court’s Xuan Tie Lingmu Warships, now a mere five li from Daocheng, began to emerge,

every heart tightened with anticipation!

Yet none stepped back. Each unleashed an aura of extraordinary strength, ready and waiting for the coming clash!

Everyone knew that the Imperial Court’s second assault on Daocheng would be far more brutal and consequential than the first—failure once might be forgiven, but failure twice was unthinkable!

The elite warriors atop Daocheng braced themselves, their auras surging forth to impose their might.

Boom!!!

When the warships halted, Xie Yunshen’s gaze grew steely.

He looked to the side, where the imposing figure of Huang Mei Great Master and the distant figure of Ning Caishen, the patriarch of the Seven Treasure Divine Sect, met his intense stare.

Old Dragon God, clad in Golden Armor with twin dragon horns that seemed ready to pierce the dome, stepped forward with overwhelming dominance.

With a mighty stride, he soared upward with a deafening roar.

In an instant, his form shifted midair into that of a true dragon—a hulking, hundred-zhang body emerged over Daocheng, its scales, whiskers, and horns shimmering amidst dark clouds.

The awe-inspiring power of the dragon cascaded over Daocheng’s night sky, which trembled like tattered cloth under its might.

An invisible pressure swept across the void like ripples, crashing harshly against the city walls!

High above, the calamity clouds rumbled ominously as the divine will of the heavens descended, pressing down with suffocating force.

This was the true form of Old Dragon God!

Now at the One Calamity Two Calamity Stage, Old Dragon God exuded terrifying power!

The sheer intensity of his aura made everyone’s faces harden in grim determination.

Even Feng Zhiqi, standing atop the tower and gripping his long blade as a Fourth-Stage Martial Saint, seemed too overwhelmed to even raise his head.

Old Dragon God transformed into his true dragon form with a savage, bestial aura that inherently crushed all who opposed him!

“Qianyuan Divine Sect—traitors and rebels shall be exterminated!”

“By the command of the Great Jing Emperor, if any noble families or the Divine Guard Army within Daocheng lay down their arms after the breach, the Dragon God Clan will show mercy!”

“Otherwise—no mercy!”

His voice thundered like rolling storms, echoing fiercely across the dome.

It carried a potent force of heavenly and earthly souls, coaxing every person in Daocheng to bow in reverence and pledge fealty to both gods and dragons!

“Hmph!”

“Even a lowly toad dares to pretend to be divine!”

A cold snort cut through the air.

In a flash, a razor-sharp surge of sword energy erupted from Daocheng and split the skies!

The Qian Kun Plaque soared upward, unleashing wild sword energy. The assailant was none other than Ancestral Patriarch Lü Qiankun of the Qian Kun Divine Sect!

“If it’s war, then so be it!”

“Enough with the nonsense! If Daocheng truly falls and Qianyuan Divine Sect is annihilated, it is fate!”

“Fight!”

Lü Qiankun’s cold, restrained voice burst with repressed fury!

Whoosh!!!

Decisive and straightforward: attack!

Kill!

Sword energy swept across the heavens like a blazing beacon in the night!

Emerging from the Qian Kun Plaque, Lü Qiankun brandished a divine sword infused with overwhelming Tao and divine essence, executing a strike that sent winds and waves crashing!

It was the Tao Calamity Sword!

Like a crescent moon hanging in the sky!

One of the Three Calamity Winds—the Silver Moon Arc Wind!

“As you wish!”

Old Dragon God’s true dragon form loomed vast in the sky, imposing an almost unbearable pressure.

Yet the moment Lü Qiankun struck, Old Dragon God transformed into his dragon form. With a single claw, as if tearing apart heaven and earth, he clashed head-on with Lü Qiankun!

The two half-step Calamity cultivators, despite restraining their auras to avoid triggering the calamity wheel, unleashed a torrent of power far exceeding that of ordinary half-step Calamity or Martial Saint cultivators.

The void collapsed in an instant!

Boom!!!

The great battle erupted suddenly!

Waves of powerful auras surged from Daocheng, blasting upward into the clouds.

Meanwhile, on the Imperial warships barreling down the Grand Canal, mighty Martial Saints and Divine Transformations launched their own staggering attacks.

Just as in the previous clash, only after the top-tier combatants had fought head-to-head would the true siege commence.

“Kill!”

Feng Zhiqi, his dark hair flying, now a bona fide elder of Qianyuan Divine Sect, unsheathed his long blade and charged into the void.

Hong Shifo exhaled softly, adding his strength for Qianyuan’s side.

Zhao Fangzhou, Elder Ding Zi, Gongshu Jingjun and many others with Martial Saint and Divine Transformation realms leaped forward to meet the enemy!

Boom!!!

The Dragon Prince and his Dragon Sons from the Dragon God Clan joined the fray.

Huang Mei Great Master soared upward, and Ning Caishen, patriarch of the Seven Treasure Divine Sect, flashed a determined look as the great cultivators of Bashu Sword Pavilion, led by Gu Cheng, also entered the battle.

On the side of Daocheng, with Lü Taibai absent, the only remaining top combatant was Fang Han Shu.

Fearless and undaunted, Fang Han Shu braced himself against the surging Haoran River as he confronted Huang Mei, Ning Caishen, and Gu Cheng—three of the pinnacle divine cultivators!

After all, he was a genuine Calamity cultivator. If necessary, he could even reveal his true Calamity strength.

He and Lü Taibai had grown together, sharing trials and tribulations. Disgusted by the petty thievery of Jiangnan Dao, he joined Qianyuan Divine Sect as an elder.

He loved Qianyuan Divine Sect precisely because its atmosphere and environment filled him with joy and a desire to protect it at all costs.

Boom!!!

Fang Han Shu’s aura grew ever more mighty, leaving Ning Caishen and Gu Cheng with expressions as if they’d seen a ghost.

How could he be this strong?!

Xie Yunshen stood on the warship, his feather fan swaying calmly as he regarded the unfolding battle.

His eyes locked on the clashing figures of Old Dragon God and Lü Qiankun.

He wondered aloud, “Master—after all this delay, how do you plan to deal with Old Dragon God?”

Xie Yunshen was genuinely curious.

Boom!!!

In one swift move, Lü Qiankun clashed with Old Dragon God, their forms staggering in the air as if splitting the very fabric of space.

Old Dragon God smiled serenely and said, “If you’re not in my Minor Cavern of the Heavens, you are no match for me…”

“Qianyuan Divine Sect, your time is up tonight.”

Boom!!!

Old Dragon God narrowed his eyes. Glancing over, he saw the Dragon Prince exuding the aura of a half-step Dragon God—its power amplified by the might of the Dragon Emperor Pearl.

At the same time, his three Dragon Sons coordinated their auras, combining their might to unleash the half-step Dragon God aura.

The two half-step Dragon Gods sped across the void, charging directly toward the walls of Daocheng.

A smile tugged at Old Dragon God’s lips.

Splendid! Once the wall falls, Daocheng will crumble, and its people will scatter—making the breach that much easier!

But his smile froze abruptly.

He saw a figure in an embroidered golden lotus robe atop the city wall, slapping the wall with a forceful strike.

Boom!!!

A pitch-black, ominous gateway suddenly materialized in the heavens, blocking the path of the speeding Dragon Prince and his three Dragon Sons.

Enraged, the Dragon Prince roared, and the three Dragon Sons bellowed in unison.

“Underworld!”

Indeed!

They were all too familiar with that dark portal!

The instant the portal of Shandu in the Underworld appeared, the Dragon Prince and the three Dragon Sons moved to retreat.

But before they could escape, countless black currents surged forth, coalescing into writhing chains that shot out and entangled the Dragon Prince and his three sons.

With a clatter, the chains hauled them into Mo City Shandu.

The world fell silent…

Old Dragon God’s eyes contracted.

“No!”

A fierce glimmer appeared on his face as he slammed his palm forward. Breaking free from Lü Qiankun, he shot like a meteor toward the portal of Underworld Shandu.

“Gu Qianchi, hold Lü Qiankun back for me!” he shouted coldly.

Gu Qianchi obeyed without a word; his sword sprang from its sheath, its brilliant arc slicing through the air as fierce sword energy intertwined.

Though not fully revealing their powers in the mortal realm, the gap between a One Calamity and a Two Calamity cultivator was still vast.

Gu Qianchi could indeed hold Lü Qiankun back.

Boom!!!

The battle’s tide shifted too quickly!

At the moment Mo City Shandu’s portal appeared, many on the Daocheng side heaved a sigh of relief, their fighting spirit renewed.

Fang Han Shu’s radiance flickered, and his heart lightened momentarily.

The Underworld still stood; it had not yet fallen!

There was still hope!

“Hold the line!”

A fierce shout echoed from Old Dragon God, his words a raw, explosive release that reverberated like rolling thunder.

The Dragon Prince could not falter—he was the last hope of the Dragon God Clan. Old Dragon God could not bear any mishap befalling him within Mo City Shandu.

With a mighty claw, he struck as if tearing the void apart, lunging forcefully toward the portal of Mo City Shandu!

Yet—

Mo City Shandu suddenly shifted and vanished!

Old Dragon God’s heart skipped a beat. Incensed beyond measure, a mighty burst of heavenly and earthly soul energy surged as his gaze scanned the area.

Then, with resolve, he whipped his head around toward one direction!

“Master, be careful!”

His booming shout filled the air. Immediately, Xie Yunshen on the warship looked on in alarm.

Meanwhile, the portal of Mo City Shandu, like a devil from hell, gaped ominously above the warship.

“Master!”

A furious cry rang out.

A figure threw himself in the path of Xie Yunshen—none other than Zhao Beidou, the grievously injured Calamity cultivator.

In Old Dragon God’s eyes, Zhao Beidou’s aura was waning, but he stood his ground to block Xie Yunshen.

Then, both were ensnared by the chains dropping from Mo City Shandu, dragged into Underworld Shandu.

“Damn it!”

Old Dragon God’s heart sank.

Zhao Beidou, barely clinging to life, was taken along—Underworld exploited that vulnerability, capturing Zhao Beidou and Xie Yunshen to be slaughtered together in the Minor Cavern of the Heavens!

That wretched Underworld!

“Damn!”

Old Dragon God roared, his massive form surging as a ferocious torrent of qi burst forth, propelling him toward the vanishing portal of Mo City Shandu.

At the last moment, Zhao Beidou, as if spurred by the oncoming wrath of Old Dragon God, bellowed, “Dragon God! Hurry!”

A burst of White Abyss Calamity Fire exploded midair!

Boom!!!

Mo City Shandu shuddered violently, its form seemingly slowed.

“Excellent!”

“Brilliant work!”

Old Dragon God’s eyes shone with unprecedented radiance!

That Zhao Beidou—he had guts after all!

Not a worthless wretch!

Seizing the moment, Old Dragon God unleashed his full, roaring aura. The calamity wheel behind him materialized as he forced open the chains of destiny, provoking the wrath of the heavenly mandate!

But Old Dragon God was undeterred, his body like a sharpened spear plunging headlong into the portal of Mo City Shandu!

Boom!!!

Having breached Mo City Shandu, Old Dragon God strode in with wild hair and fierceness, his golden dragon scales and armor clashing as his gaze swept over the fallen Dragon Prince, the pallid Xie Yunshen, and a deep fissure marking Zhao Beidou’s calamitous fate.

Floating beside the Dragon Prince, Old Dragon God peered down and asked softly, “Grandson, are you alright?”

The Dragon Prince smiled, shaking his head, “Grandfather, I’m fine… Your arrival truly moves me.”

“You silly child,” Old Dragon God murmured in relief, “if you’re safe, the Dragon God Clan will live on.”

Then, his gaze swept around the tumultuous, swirling city.

“Underworld…”

Just as he turned,

Old Dragon God’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

Thwack!

A sword suddenly sliced through his golden dragon scales and tore into his flesh from behind.

Old Dragon God whipped his head around in shock.

His whole body trembled violently as blood spurted out.

In disbelief—

he beheld his dearest grandson—

Clutching a sword and wild with fervor,

he plunged it into Old Dragon God’s heart.