Chapter 431: The Fall of the Dragon God Clan

The tip of the sword grazed flesh as blood burst forth from the front of his chest.

Along the dark blade, blood writhed like molten lava.

An overwhelming divine aura emanated from the sword—a unique might that suppressed the Dragon Clan. Just sensing its power, the Old Dragon God felt his very dragon soul tremble.

It was an indescribable sensation!

Yet the Old Dragon God was no stranger to this kind of power!

This sword carried the divine essence of the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince!

It was the sacred weapon of that Temple Spirit who specialized in subduing the Dragon Clan!

Yulian Yin Divine Sword?!

The Old Dragon God recognized it. And this sword…

It was Ji Mo Li’s treasured blade!

Disbelief filled his eyes as his white beard fluttered in the invisible qi. His bloodshot eyes burned with anguish, anger, sorrow, and utter disappointment—

Too many emotions surged within him.

Though it was the Yulian Yin Divine Sword that pierced his heart, what truly drove him to agony was the betrayal by the Dragon Prince!

That whelp was his most promising protégé—the hope of the entire Dragon Clan!

But why, why would the Dragon Prince suddenly lunge from behind, sword tip aimed at his unguarded back, and stab his heart?

“Ah—ii!!!”

BOOM!!!

A terrifying torrent of blood and divine energy erupted. The chaotic surge of qi, like rippling space itself, shattered the air as fierce winds howled and roared!

The Dragon Prince clenched a Dragon Emperor Pearl in his mouth as his eyes flared with an intense, blazing brilliance.

Ceaseless dragonic power poured forth from the pearl, repelling the Old Dragon God’s assaulting aura.

Yet the ferocious might unleashed by a Dragon God cultivator in a frenzied state far exceeded what any non–divine calamity stage cultivator could withstand.

BOOM!!

Under the force of the Old Dragon God’s aura, the Dragon Prince’s body twisted and distorted like a rubber ball in an instant.

The sheer power radiated and surged forth.

A burst of bloody mist erupted from the Dragon Prince, slamming him away like a projectile.

However, the Yulian Yin Divine Sword remained firmly embedded in the Old Dragon God’s chest—like a blood-sucking leech crawling out of hell, ravenously drawing in blood to swell and empower itself.

“Why?!

Tell me, why?!”

The Old Dragon God roared in fury—never had he felt such wrath and disappointment—

that the future of the Dragon Clan would rest upon such a wretch!

Yet…

In response, a semi-step Dragon God—formed by three dragon progenies—sneaked a blade from behind, aiming to strike his heart just as the Dragon Prince had.

But the Old Dragon God, betrayed once, was on guard.

He spun sharply, his eyes wild with fury, as his dragon claws swept out, shattering the illusory forms of the three dragon progenies that had made up the semi-step Dragon God.

The three dragon offspring coughed up blood as they were blasted a hundred yards away across the rain-soaked ground of Mo City.

“You too, you’d betray me?!”

“What has become of the Dragon Clan? What promises did Ji Mo Li make to you?!”

The Old Dragon God writhed in pain, trembling all over.

He felt alienation…

A disorientation with this world, and with the Dragon Clan…

One after another, his dragon progeny had turned on him—striking, aiming to pierce his heart, to take his life!

Yet the Old Dragon God…

remained consumed with worry for the future of the Dragon bloodline.

The Dragon Prince staggered to his feet, his eyes alight with a fanatical fervor.

“Grandfather!”

“Join us now—”

The Dragon Prince laughed maniacally.

That sight was utterly unfamiliar; he’d never seen the Dragon Prince behave this way.

“Join… you?”

The Old Dragon God’s expression turned cold.

Slowly, he raised his hand, intending to draw out the Yulian Yin Divine Sword that had pierced his heart.

That sword—

its ever-present Third Prince divine aura brought him profound discomfort, a repulsion felt deep within his soul.

Yet…

Just as he prepared to pull the sword, his hand stiffened unexpectedly.

A chill suddenly burst from his heart.

He sensed someone grasping the sword’s hilt.

As if materializing out of nowhere, a searing, blazing heat appeared behind him—like a boiling furnace suddenly suspended at his back!

In that fleeting moment, the Old Dragon God guessed who it must be!

The Underworld!

Yama!

BOOM!!!

A fist slammed onto the sword’s hilt, sending a vertical shockwave rippling outward. An immense power erupted, incomparable in its force.

The Yulian Yin Divine Sword, embedded by the Old Dragon God’s might of flesh and blood, trembled violently as overwhelming explosive energy surged through it!

“Ii!!!”

In an instant, the Old Dragon God transformed into a dragon. His form distorted upon impact—his golden armor transmuting into glimmering dragon scales as he soared upward.

With a savage swing of his tail, he struck at the position behind where the Underworld Yama had appeared—as if wielding a massive hammer!

Li Che, wearing a half-black, half-white Yama mask, his eyes emitting golden smoke, had hidden a Feilei Chess Piece within the Yulian Yin Divine Sword as the Dragon Prince turned to stab from behind!

Thus, Li Che harnessed the power of the Feilei Chess Piece to shift his position and deliver a follow-up strike.

But the Old Dragon God reacted much faster than Li Che had anticipated—his battle experience far surpassed that of the Dragon Prince.

In the moment he transformed into his dragon form, the Yulian Yin Divine Sword lodged in his chest suddenly seemed trivial.

Because Li Che’s fearsome punch struck the sword’s hilt, piercing his chest, it was like a needle pricking against his colossal dragon form.

The damage was minimized!

“This old slipper isn’t half bad.”

Li Che’s eyes, beneath his two-toned Yama mask, narrowed as golden smoke flashed like lightning.

His dark, resilient hair whipped wildly behind him as the Dragon Elephant Furnace roiled with terrifying blood qi, suspended ominously at his back.

His black robe flapped as his muscular frame shuddered with raw power.

Li Che’s fingers spread wide as the divine weapon in his left arm trembled; the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade hummed with a fearsome glow in his grasp.

With his other hand, he lifted the Yulian Yin Divine Sword—its tip still hurtling through the air after piercing the Old Dragon God.

One hand with a sword, the other with a blade—a presence as grand as an arc!

He raised his head to gaze upon the colossal Old Dragon God hovering above Mo City, a figure so vast it blotted out the sky.

The Old Dragon God was indeed enormous, his potent aura relentlessly surging and intermingling.

He had taken on a human guise; a small gash split his chest as his dragon blood long since dried up.

Flesh intertwined and slowly reformed beneath golden dragon scales covering his body, his aura surging mightily.

The misfortune energy clinging to him seemed different from the usual calamity of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations—even though traces of doom lingered,

it was clear this was an entirely different path, leaving Li Che deeply curious.

It appeared that even the Divine Calamity stage had its subdivisions—

the orthodox Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations seemingly applied only to those who cultivated using the bizarre divine nature of the Temple Spirit.

While the Dragon Clan’s path—pure martial cultivation and similar methods—did not tread the same route of tribulation.

“Damn it! Vile and wicked!”

“The sword is poisoned!”

The Old Dragon God’s expression suddenly changed. Black spots began to appear on his golden dragon armor as a corrosive, festering force snaked into his meridians, aiming to block them!

The Underworld—using poison?!

What kind of ruthless toxin was this?!

The Old Dragon God fumed with rage. At the moment the Underworld Yama struck, he guessed that the Dragon Prince had not sided with Ji Mo Li, but with the Underworld!

Of course, there was another possibility—

that Ji Mo Li

was himself a member of the Underworld!

After all, the Yulian Yin Divine Sword was one of Ji Mo Li’s sacred weapons!

Could it be that Ji Mo Li was part of the Underworld?

The thought was chilling!

The Underworld—

could it truly be everywhere?!

As the poisonous madness spread through his body,

the toxin transformed into a human-headed toad. With a human face yet hopping like a toad within his meridians and blood, it multiplied ceaselessly, aiming to clog them!

Clutching his wound, the Old Dragon God tumbled down, landing before the pale-faced National Teacher Xie Yunshen and Zhao Beidou.

Using his own dao aura, he tried desperately to suppress and dissipate the toxin.

The situation had grown bizarre—his own dragon offspring had betrayed him, and even the protégé he trusted most had plunged a poisoned blade into him.

This betrayal chilled the Old Dragon God to his core.

But what mattered now was survival.

At the very least, he needed to understand what had really happened to the Dragon Clan—why the Dragon Prince and his progeny had turned against their race!

“Old Dragon God, be careful. This is the Minor Cavern of the Heavens in the Underworld—I was once dragged into here,

battling Yama in a blood-soaked clash. I had already severely wounded Yama and shattered this cavern…”

Zhao Beidou, collapsed on the ground, coughed up blood repeatedly.

The calamity wheel on his back was nearly split in two.

The Old Dragon God glanced back at Zhao Beidou; his golden scales were now marred by the black human-headed toad toxin, and his aura immediately fell as he diverted his dao aura to suppress the poison.

He nodded, resigned.

He had to admit—he had wrongly suspected Zhao Beidou before.

Zhao Beidou… wasn’t weak at all.

The Underworld’s treacherous toxins had forced him to fight Yama to a near-fatal state, even shattering the Minor Cavern—proving Zhao Beidou’s formidable resolve, despite the terrible cost.

In his eyes, Zhao Beidou was far more trustworthy than the Dragon Prince of the Dragon Clan.

“Senior Dragon, be careful—”

National Teacher Xie Yunshen, his face as pale as paper, rose and approached Zhao Beidou. As the Dragon Prince and the three dragon offspring reassembled near Yama, the Old Dragon God’s expression grew increasingly complex.

His own dragon offspring were unworthy of trust; now, the only reliable ones were Zhao Beidou, whom he had never favored.

How utterly ridiculous.

At that moment, the Old Dragon God lifted his gaze to the Underworld Yama.

He no longer cared about his traitorous offspring—they were worthless.

All that mattered was: they must be slain!

Time was running out. Perhaps this was his last chance to fight with everything he had.

Qitian City—perhaps it could offer him a sliver of hope.

“Underworld Yama—

The Old Dragon God fixed his gaze on the massive Underworld Dragon King wearing the two-toned mask, whose hulking form exuded terrifying golden blood qi. Behind him, the Dragon Elephant Furnace pulsed with such formidable blood energy that even the Old Dragon God was awed.

Had it not been for a lack of calamity energy, this Underworld Yama would already have been acknowledged as a powerful divine calamity cultivator.

In Mo City-Shandu,

torrential rain pounded down. Perhaps it was the arrival of a mighty expert—the prelude to an earth-shaking battle. Pitch-black rain droplets fell relentlessly from the sky.

At this moment, the Old Dragon God steadied himself, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

He stared at Underworld Yama. In his dragon eyes, there was both admiration and disgust, murderous intent and seething fury,

fueled by the rage of having his beloved granddaughter snatched away and ultimately betrayed him.

With a deafening roar, the Old Dragon God spread his arms wide. In the next moment, countless strands of dao aura and calamitous energy converged behind him, slowly coalescing into a glowing, golden dragon orb—a sphere within which a fierce, golden dragon head loomed!

The dragon head shone with a golden hue, as if carved from a single block of exquisite gold by a masterful hand—the epitome of ferocity and terror, filled with twisted doom energy!

Li Che’s gaze fixed on the dragon orb suspended behind the Old Dragon God.

It bore a striking resemblance to the calamity wheel of a divine calamitous advance.

“Dragon Emperor Pearl?”

Li Che muttered in surprise.

For truly, the orb behind the Old Dragon God closely mirrored the Dragon Emperor Pearl wielded by the Dragon Prince, the only difference being that it lacked the golden dragon head!

BOOM!!!

In that moment, the Old Dragon God unleashed his full might—a staggering torrent of overpowering qi erupted from him!

The entire Mo City trembled violently!

Countless raindrops seemed to freeze mid-air under the oppressive, murderous aura that washed over everything!

“Underworld Yama—I don’t know who gave you the nerve, but how dare you drag this Dragon God into this Minor Cavern!”

“You have no idea—the Minor Cavern nullifies the will of Heaven and Earth, locking in calamity! In here, I can unleash my full cultivation without restraint!”

The Old Dragon God leaned forward. His hair, once dark but now streaked with white as his doom approached, gradually shifted to a resplendent golden hue!

Thunder roared across all of Mo City-Shandu as the entire region shook, reminiscent of the last fierce clash with Zhao Beidou.

It was as if they had reached the peak limit of Mo City-Shandu.

The Old Dragon God’s power… could indeed touch that limit!

A single extra tribulation—it made all the difference, didn’t it?

BOOM!!!

A terrifying vortex of qi descended from above. Countless divine auras, like a raging storm, swept over the Dragon Emperor Pearl that hovered behind the Old Dragon God.

Next, two entirely different forces of calamitous energy, like twisting floodwaters, entwined around his now even more imposing frame!

At that moment, the toxic effect of the human-headed toad poison, which Gu Changqing had extracted, suddenly nullified.

Amid the stifling atmosphere of Mo City-Shandu,

Li Che exhaled slowly beneath his Yama mask.

It seemed that laying in a backup plan earlier was indeed the right call.

One additional surge of calamity energy could make all the difference!

Li Che raised his head, fingers spread wide. In the next moment, a black jade bottle soared skyward and exploded with a mighty bang, under the pulsating fusion of blood qi!

It was a black pill.

Like a glossy black gem, it hovered in the air.

Whoosh—

As the black pill rotated, a dense black aura erupted, transforming into a black dragon that shot across the heavens—a viral spread of madness!

Huh?!

The Old Dragon God’s eyes narrowed.

What was this thing?

Sensing the circling black dragon and an unexpectedly pleasant fragrance, the Old Dragon God’s brows furrowed.

There was something vaguely familiar about it, yet he couldn’t place exactly what pill this was!

The Underworld Yama spread his arms, his fingers clenching as his eyes flashed with boiling battle intent!

“Come on, a fair fight!”

“Let’s see what two tribulations taste like!”

The Old Dragon God’s attention shifted to Underworld Yama. Upon hearing his wildly arrogant words, he sneered coldly.

With one sweeping motion, his hand brandished a golden trident.

“A fair fight—with you? You’re still not at the divine calamity stage, are you?”

“I don’t sense any calamity energy in you.”

The Old Dragon God said coldly.

Once his words faded, he leaped forward; in the blink of an eye he stood before Underworld Yama.

The trident in his hand pointed fiercely, shattering the void as calamity energy coiled like an overwhelming suppressive force!

Li Che’s eyes suddenly blazed with resplendent brilliance!

The Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade in his hand resounded with a humming melody as countless blade gleams shot skyward,

as if a thousand mountains were being cleaved—none could stand in his path!

In that first collision, Li Che could feel the terrifying force of calamitous energy vibrating through him—

as if it might shatter his mighty flesh!

A slight frown crossed his face as eight Qimen Divine Seeds detonated explosively!

His blood qi surged higher and higher, climbing into the clouds!

With a pointed toe, he struck the ground, causing the entire Mo City to cave in, cracks snaking everywhere as intense heat rose!

Then Li Che burst forth; his blood qi surged as he shifted, and suddenly a Qilin manifested, trampling down with a single strike!

The Old Dragon God’s eyes widened in shock.

“Pure Martial!”

“Pure Martial – to reach such heights!”

“A half-step Martial Immortal!”

“Stunning beyond belief!”

Having lived for three thousand years, the Old Dragon God’s extraordinary insight allowed him to recognize the level of power exploding from the Underworld Yama—it was truly a half-step Martial Immortal’s might!

With a long roar that echoed like a dragon’s cry, the Old Dragon God’s blood qi erupted in every inch of his being. Behind him, the Dragon Emperor Pearl spun furiously as two tribulations intertwined on the trident in his hand.

He directed his might toward that terrifying Qilin of blood qi, as if intent on obliterating it with one crushing blow!

BOOM!!!

A terrifying surge of power burst forth. Li Che felt an overpowering force dismember his qi, scattering it in an instant!

A minor-level Qilin Sealing Inscription!

It was forcefully suppressed by the Old Dragon God’s dual-tribulation might!

The golden trident, as if twisting aside, skewered through the Qilin qi, aiming straight for his head!

It was savage and ruthless—no wonder it came from the Old Dragon God!

Yet… Li Che reveled in the sensation!

He had the Heaven-Defying Half-Step!

He possessed the Shengtian Dao Domain!

In an instant, the Minor Cavern’s dao domain energy spread out, battering the Old Dragon God with relentless force!

For a fleeting second, even the boiling dragon blood of the Old Dragon God froze in time!

The Old Dragon God’s power seemed to plummet!

He was dragged down from the dual-tribulation stage to the single-tribulation stage!

Yet the Dragon Emperor Pearl behind him shook violently—its engravings of the Ancestral Dragon Calamity began to quake!

This sudden drop stabilized his cultivation, allowing him to quickly regain ground!

But for Li Che, that moment was enough!

One after another, his Divine Transformation True Martial techniques burst forth!

Each Divine Transformation technique was a refined manifestation of the Divine Seed Martial Arts, reaching true martial levels!

Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant!

Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant!

Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade!

Crushing the Southern Sky!

Six Desires to Exterminate Evil Pure Yang Sword!

Li Che’s blood suddenly boiled as unparalleled pressure surged through him, filling him with uninhibited excitement!

It was as if he had returned to his weak days in Feilei City—when he brimmed with youthful ambition and fought fierce foes to test and strengthen himself!

And it was through such battles that he gradually grew stronger!

BOOM!!!

The Old Dragon God completely broke free of the Shengtian Dao Domain’s suppression and restored himself to the dual-tribulation stage!

THUD!!

Underworld Yama was thrown backward as his ink-black robe was sliced open by the trident, revealing a robust Martial Immortal Golden Body like cast gold!

Golden hair flew, and his golden flesh shimmered brilliantly!

Meanwhile,

the previously thrown Heavenly Toxic Pill behind him had inexplicably rotated five times—

the aroma of the pill now permeated the air in full force…

The Old Dragon God crashed to the ground, his face registering shock and dismay.

He sensed a sluggishness in his very blood!

Indeed!

It felt as if every drop of blood inside him had been slowed and thickened, as if pinned in place by some unspeakable force!

This couldn’t be right!

It was the pill!

The Old Dragon God whipped his head around and caught sight of a spinning, venomous pill behind Underworld Yama—a pill that suddenly rotated, spewing forth a terrifying black miasma that quickly diffused into the air.

In that instant, the Old Dragon God’s memory abruptly snapped back!

He recognized it!

This pill—

It was the Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill?!

Gu Yinxuan’s Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill?!

The Old Dragon God roared in fury.

Gu Yinxuan—the Poison Sage of the Tian Dan Divine Sect and one of its two Ancestral Patriarchs—

had single-handedly annihilated over a dozen top-tier Pill Clan sects in his day!

And it was with this Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill!

There was even an incident where a Pill Clan Patriarch, at the one-tribulation stage, was fatally poisoned by Gu Yinxuan!

“This is madness! Are you trying to kill everyone in this city with this pill?!”

The Old Dragon God’s face twisted in a mix of shock and fury.

He could fight no longer!

This pill had reached the sixth turn—

If it reached nine turns, even he would suffer immensely!

Though the Dragon Clan was somewhat resistant to poison, this toxin was infamous.

Only the patriarch of the Tian Dan Divine Sect was ever allowed to inherit such venom!

How could the Underworld possibly have acquired such a toxic pill?!

BOOM!!!

The Old Dragon God separated from Underworld Yama and landed before Xie Yunshen and Zhao Beidou. He glanced at them—their faces already darkened by the effects of the toxin—

“National Teacher, Zhao Zushi, prepare to break out and escape the city!”

The Old Dragon God said in a deep voice.

He knew these two had little strength left to resist.

The Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill—

the legendary toxin that had once decimated the Pill Clan!

Gu Yinxuan had been driven to death because of this pill!

He spread his fingers, transforming them into gigantic dragon claws that enveloped National Teacher Xie Yunshen and Zhao Zushi.

With a sweeping glance,

in the distance,

Underworld Yama floated in mid-air, his clothes in tatters revealing golden, bloodied flesh. Behind him, the black toxic pill continually exuded dense fog.

No wonder the Imperial Court’s first assault against the Qianyuan Divine Sect ended in failure.

This Underworld…

was truly extraordinary. The Old Dragon God sighed deeply—he felt a resolute determination welling up inside him.

He had to admit that taking down the Qianyuan Divine Sect was out of the question for now.

Combined with the betrayal of the Dragon Prince and his offspring, he chose to abandon his plan to capture Daocheng.

He decided to head to Qitian City for one final chance!

Once he secured that chance—

he would return and carve out a new ancestral land for the Dragon Clan!

Everyone in Daocheng…

would pay with their lives!

SPLAT!!!

Suddenly, the Old Dragon God’s hairs stood on end!

For his dragon claw had suddenly exploded, and he saw that Zhao Beidou, barely clinging to life, somehow gripped a long blade burning with White Abyss Calamity Fire—

driving it into the chest wound inflicted earlier by the Dragon Prince!

The White Abyss Calamity Fire detonated right within his heart!

“You—”

In that sudden twist, it happened too fast!

The White Abyss Calamity Fire was a force of calamitous energy. To silently impale his heart and detonate—even though the Old Dragon God’s cultivation was a stage above Zhao Beidou’s—it simply couldn’t be allowed!

The Old Dragon God’s heart, already pierced by the Yulian Yin Divine Sword, was incinerated by the White Abyss Calamity Fire, shattering completely…

The Old Dragon God stared in disbelief at National Teacher Xie Yunshen and Zhao Beidou in his palm!

Xie Yunshen’s body now shimmered with resplendent Qi Luck; the golden Destiny Golden Lotus enveloped the Old Dragon God as an oppressive aura unique to such qi luck pressed in—

and Zhao Beidou drew a long blade formed of White Abyss Calamity Fire, aiming straight at his neck!

Betrayal…

again, betrayal!

Is there no sincerity left in this world?!

Why?!

Why would National Teacher and Zhao Beidou conspire to kill him?!

The Old Dragon God fell silent, overwhelmed by the deep-seated malice in this world—an evil that surpassed even the will of Heaven and Earth manifested in the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

BOOM!!!

Behind Underworld Yama, the toxic pill rotated once more as a seventh-headed black toxic dragon whirled out, howling across the skies.

The Old Dragon God slowly regained his senses as terrifying aura erupted—though his body was mostly broken, the White Abyss Calamity Fire raged inside him.

In his final surge, he seemed to briefly return to his prime!

His dragon claw smote out fiercely—the qi luck of Xie Yunshen shattered, and his entire body was pulverized to dust underneath that crushing blow!

Yet Zhao Beidou, being a one-tribulation divine calamity cultivator, managed to withstand the Old Dragon God’s claw in his full glory.

Zhao Beidou, thrown to the ground, shot upward with a defiant aura. Though his calamity wheel was barely whole, he fought on with everything he had, cracks spreading across it as he gave his all!

BOOM!!!

The toxic pill rotated again—this time, its eight-headed black toxic dragon spanned the heavens!

Underworld Yama floated in the air with detached indifference.

Raising his hand, his fingers curled like hooks—each appearing as a divine spear.

Elsewhere,

the Old Dragon God coughed up blood repeatedly. His dragon blood splattered about, yet his will to live burned fiercely as he locked in a desperate battle with the defiant Zhao Beidou.

Xiao Beidou exploded with a roar!

The Old Dragon God sneered as he crashed to the ground, blood pooling into a shallow basin.

But his laughter was short-lived.

In the distance, the exploded Zhao Beidou and Xie Yunshen were reforming within swirling dark miasma.

They stood afar, silently watching him.

Their gaze was—

like that of tormented souls fleeing from the gates of hell!

Even the Dragon Prince and the dragon offspring regarded him with that same grim, ghostly stare.

At that moment, the Old Dragon God’s hairs stood on end…

He finally understood.

He understood why they had betrayed him all along.

Because—

they were all already dead!

BOOM!!!

The Old Dragon God lifted his head high and saw that the ascending pillar behind Underworld Yama had completed its ninth turn.

A dense ninth-headed black toxic dragon burst forth!

The Old Dragon God felt as if his blood had turned to stone.

Beneath the two-toned mask of Underworld Yama, his eyes suddenly flashed with purple,

and his fingers sparked with purple flames!

An overwhelming torrent of calamitous energy surged like landslides—mountains crumbling before him!

At the same time,

Xie Yunshen, Zhao Beidou, the Dragon Prince, and the others all erupted in frenzied excitement.

“Long live the Ghost Emperor!”

Ghost Emperor?!

But then, Underworld Yama slammed a terrifying burst of calamitous fire onto his head. Instantly,

purple flames shot skyward, transforming the world into a sea of purple.

A golden skull burned fiercely within that purple blaze.

His eyes radiated an almost unbearable pressure.

The Old Dragon God spat out blood in great gulps, feeling the terrifying calamitous power emanating from his foe. Even the ancestral dragon calamity seared within the Dragon Emperor Pearl trembled…

Clearly, the calamitous energy from his opponent far exceeded his own ancestral dragon calamity.

The Old Dragon God’s golden hair dulled, turning pale once again—

and from his body, nine venomous dragons surged forth like divine spears, instantly piercing through his flesh.

First came his shock and anger, then a resigned sigh, and finally helplessness—

each step intricately calculated.

In the end—

the Underworld was forced to deploy its true divine realm experts.

But he—

had already exhausted all his tricks.

“My Dragon Clan is doomed!”

The Old Dragon God looked skyward, tears streaming down his face.

“For three thousand years my spirit has ebbed and flowed—

in the end, I cannot save my race.”

The Old Dragon God shook his head ruefully, then let out a long, despairing howl as his body, impaled by the Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill, began to crack apart!

The Dragon Emperor Pearl at his back exploded in a thunderous burst, its ancestral dragon calamity fading into oblivion.

The Old Dragon God transformed into a true dragon form, launching himself upward!

Soaring a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand feet!

Roaring, his body entwined with the venomous energy of the ascending pillar’s pill, he charged at the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

But then—

Underworld Ghost Emperor’s five fingers coiled, summoning eight terrifying purple vortices.

A gigantic purple fire dragon emerged!

Its colossal hooves crashed down with earth-shattering force!

BOOM!!!

The Old Dragon God’s entire body exploded midair, piece by piece!

BOOM!!!

A devastating explosion sent shattered dragon flesh flying, as a horrifying vortex of energy erupted—a chunk of venomous dragon bone, clouded in dark miasma, slammed onto the Mo City-Shandu ground.

Silence fell over the land. Mo City-Shandu was plunged into quiet, broken only by the sound of ceaseless, drenching blood rain.

Xie Yunshen and Zhao Beidou exchanged complex looks.

While the Dragon Prince and the dragon progeny fell to their knees,

tear streaks silently narrated the sorrow of the once indefatigable Old Dragon God fighting for his clan till the end.

This was the true Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan!

“My Emperor—farewell!”

Li Che, shrouded in purple dao calamity fire, transformed into the skeletal visage of the Ghost Emperor, his dark eyes sweeping indifferently over the remains of the fallen Old Dragon God.

This time, he made no attempt to use Spiritual Confinement on the Old Dragon God.

He had new plans for the broken god.

Instead…

he slowly spread his arms.

Behind him, an immense scroll unfurled with a thunderous burst!

The Dao Induction of the Ten Fierce Ink-Splattered Diagram.

First Fierce One, take your place!