Novels by Drakon Flameborn

Buzz.Thud.The arena shook violently as the golden tiger erupted into existence. Its massive jaws snapped open, colliding with the energy whip net in a burst of raw force. Pressure waves rolled outward like shockwaves, and booming sounds echoed, rattling the stone stands.When the energy whip net finally shattered and the tiger projection dissolved into nothing, silence fell—brief but heavy.Lorianth stood frozen, chest heaving. Fury and humiliation twisted his face as he locked eyes with the tall, slender figure who had appeared in front of Seraphina Vale. Cold, dangerous intent radiated from him like an unspoken threat.Behind that figure, Seraphina Vale barely clung to her footing.Sweat streaked her pale face, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pain shot through her body like lightning, relentless and unforgiving. Yet when she looked at the broad back shielding her, a quiet warmth spread through her chest, subtle but undeniable, like ripples over still water.Strong hands lifted h

“Pa! Pa! Pa! …”The sharp cracks echoed through the martial arena, slicing the tense air like steel. Beads of sweat clung to Seraphina Vale’s flawless face, dimming her beauty beneath the sheen of effort and pain. Every fiber of her body screamed in agony, threatening to shatter her composure. Without iron-willed determination, she would have cried out long ago.Yet, even now, low groans slipped from her lips. Sylara Valeblue’s strange, murky gray mystic power seeped into her skin, corroding her qi and blood like a living poison. It was cruelly paradoxical—each strike numbed her, then flared the pain even worse afterward. Numbness and agony collided inside her, a torment no ordinary person could ever imagine.The crowd gasped, a tidal wave of shock and horror. This wasn’t a duel. Sylara Valeblue wasn’t just trying to win—she wanted to break Seraphina Vale completely. A twisted, almost sadistic delight radiated from her movements, chilling everyone who dared watch.“Bastard! That woman

“Shameless… and filthy.”The words barely reached the air, yet they carried a weight that made the arena shiver. Not Seraphina Vale’s voice—no. This felt like it came from the very depths of the Nine Nether itself, a whisper with the force of a storm.A faint, illusory hand appeared in the swirling violet mist. Delicate… yet vast. It moved with impossible grace, pressing down toward Lystan as if an entire mountain were about to crush him. The air itself seemed to tremble.“Boom! Boom! Boom!”The ground quaked under the force. Fifty paces away, the stone floor groaned, a ripple of raw power surging outward.Seraphina exhaled lightly, just a whisper, but fatigue brushed her features. Two full-power strikes were enough to drain anyone. Yet her icy gaze never wavered, locked on the spot where her energy had landed. Frost and lethal intent shimmered in her eyes.From the stands, voices rose in awe:“Hiss… two consecutive attacks? She’s already pushing the limits of the late Ethereal Soul s

“Boom!”The sound rolled through the circular stone stands like a thunderclap. Darian Kaelthorn had just finished his duel with Borin Thal, and the crowd’s roar was deafening. He stood at the center of the arena, calm and imposing, like someone who’d been born to dominate the battlefield.“Fantastic! What a fight!”“Did you see that close-quarters exchange? My heart’s still racing!”“Darian… he’s unreal!”Voices tangled together in a chaotic cheer, but one figure among the spectators stood out. Seraphina Moire’s cheeks flushed crimson. She gripped Aelara’s jade-like arm so tightly it practically glowed, her excitement barely contained. Darian’s victory seemed to thrill her more than any personal triumph.Aelara’s expression, by contrast, was serene. She smiled faintly, eyes shining with quiet approval. “Darian… you really are full of surprises,” she murmured. Soft. Calm. Admiration hiding in her words.Crimsonlotus, her red lips curving gently, kept her gaze fixed on Darian. Even from

“Boom!”From the void above, a massive hand descended, fingers fully outstretched, moving faster than the eye could follow. The sheer weight pressing down on Darian Kaelthorn felt like it could crush entire mountains.Beneath it, Darian looked tiny—like a trapped elephant, thrashing in vain. No matter how he struggled, escape seemed impossible.“Rumbling…”Borin Thal’s technique—the Force Emperor Captures the Elephant—wasn’t just raw power. It was precise. Deadly. A perfect blend of might and mastery. Darian’s eyes narrowed, body coiling like a spring. He was ready.“Come! Sun Spirit… Fire Spirit Ascends!”“Hum…”Battle energy from the Sacred Path of the Ancients surged through him, a roaring river merging with lightning-fast currents. A faint golden aura spun around him, radiating heat so intense the arena felt like molten lava.Chigai Suyang Technique!First form: Fire Spirit Ascends.Just days ago, Darian had distributed eight superior mortal weapons—to the Selira sisters, Seraphin

“Thud!”“Buzz!”The impact exploded outward, a muffled, violent sound ripping through the arena. Air shivered, a shockwave stretching ten meters in every direction. Borin Thal, massive and mountain-like, collided head-on with Darian Kaelthorn. The stone beneath them trembled, trembling under the sheer weight of their clash.Feet scraped across the terraces as both warriors recoiled. Mystic power churned inside them, blood pumping like molten fire. Pain crackled up Darian’s right arm, slicing through his fist—but his eyes didn’t waver. They burned brighter, twin blades of light cutting through the shadowed arena.“Thud… thud… thud…”Every backward step Borin took shook the ground. He retreated like a colossal mammoth, his massive limbs hammering in rhythm. Over 367 pounds of muscle and fury, barely balanced under his own recoil. After five deliberate steps, he finally halted.Borin’s piercing eyes widened. Darian had mirrored him perfectly, stopping at the same distance. That knife-edg

Kaelen Viremont didn’t answer right away.The dark-gold demon loomed in front of him, huge and unmoving, its body half-buried in ancient sealing runes. Faded golden light crawled across its thick scales, pulsing weakly, like a heart that refused to completely stop beating. The air around it felt wrong—heavy, crushing, pressing down on Kaelen’s chest until even breathing took effort.This thing was dangerous. Ancient. Older than anything Kaelen had come across since stepping into this ruin.And now it was talking about cooperation.That alone was unsettling.Kaelen’s eyes narrowed just a little. His face stayed calm, but inside, every instinct was screaming at him to be careful. Deals with demons—especially ones this old—were never clean. There was always a price. Usually one you notice too late.After a short pause, he finally spoke.“The common enemy you mentioned,” Kaelen said evenly, “who are you talking about?”The demon’s lips slowly pulled back, exposing jagged, uneven teeth. Th

Buzz.A strange vibration rippled through the air.At that exact moment, a deep black glow bloomed within Kaelen Viremont’s pupils, spreading like ink dropped into clear water. His vision shifted instantly. The world around him no longer looked the same.Layers of falsehood peeled away.Illusions collapsed.Hidden structures revealed themselves as if they had been laid bare by an unseen hand.“So it really is a formation,” Kaelen murmured.What had once seemed like endless darkness was now filled with countless intersecting lines of power. They crisscrossed the sky and earth, weaving together into an ancient and terrifying array. Every strand pulsed faintly, alive with suppressive force.And more importantly, Kaelen could see where it was weakest.Boom.Lightning crackled violently as Kaelen gripped the rusted sword in his hand. The blade hummed as if awakened from a long slumber, arcs of blue lightning dancing along its surface.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at a

“What was that?”The Flame Woman’s sharp cry sliced through the air, making everyone jump. Heads snapped around almost at the same time, following her stare toward the distant horizon.What they saw made their stomachs drop.At the edge of the world, darkness was pouring in—layer after layer—like a massive black tide rushing forward. Thick clouds crushed the sky from above while shadows crept across the land below, devouring everything in their path. In the span of a few heartbeats, the blazing sun vanished, erased as if it had never been there to begin with.The world dimmed.The air turned cold.Then came the silence. Heavy. Smothering.“The boundless darkness… it’s finally here.”The words slipped out of a Shadowfang Sect disciple’s mouth, barely audible, but packed with fear. The kind you couldn’t fake.Several people swallowed hard. Almost all of them remembered the same thing at once.That voice.The one that had echoed through the ruins earlier. Vast and emotionless. Cold in a

Kaelen stepped cautiously out of the ruined pavilion. The chill of the ancient stones seeped through his boots, biting at his feet. The Flame Woman was already there, standing tall amidst the wreckage. Her eyes, sharp and luminous, scanned the shattered palace like a hawk hunting secrets hidden in the rubble. The faint glow of lingering magical residue clung stubbornly to the walls, reflected in her gaze. There was curiosity there—and a hint of wariness, as though she knew the ruins could bite back.“Did you find anything?” she asked. Her voice was soft, but urgent, like a note of alarm tucked inside a lullaby. Her gaze never left him, as if his answer could rewrite everything that was happening.“You could say I found a little,” Kaelen replied, calm on the surface, almost casual. But the faint flicker in his eyes betrayed unease. He had felt it even before stepping out—a barely-there shift in the air, a pulse of latent energy whispering of things best left untouched.Then—Boom!The s

“Let’s go.”The words were simple, spoken without urgency, yet they carried an unquestionable authority.Talan’s presence stirred within Kaelen Viremont’s mind, and in the next instant, the faint shadow of his form dissolved into a streak of condensed black light. It pierced straight into the center of Kaelen’s brow, vanishing into his glabella as though it had never existed at all.Kaelen remained standing where he was.He did not immediately follow the others out of the ruined pavilion, nor did he rush to reunite with the crowd beyond the shattered stone pillars. Instead, his gaze slowly swept across the desolate structure around him.The pavilion was ancient beyond measure.Its once magnificent roof had collapsed long ago, leaving only broken beams and fragments of carved stone scattered across the ground. Moss crept along the cracked walls, and time had erased nearly all traces of its former splendor. Yet despite the decay, a faint pressure lingered in the air, as though something

Kaelen’s eyes went wide.The sensation of leaving his body—of his soul stepping free—was beyond anything a normal cultivator could imagine. It was like waking up inside a dream that stretched to the edges of the universe. Every fiber of him buzzed with awareness. Fresh. Strange. Wondrous. And yet, even in the midst of that shock, Kaelen stayed sharp.Hovering above his own body, in that intangible, illusory form, he trained his gaze on the source of the pure yang energy. What he saw made him pause.Floating in the distance was a mass of power that could rival the sun itself. Golden light radiated outward in waves, twisting and flickering like a living fire. Pure yang energy surged through it, thick and tangible, almost breathing. It wasn’t just light—it was presence, demanding attention, daring anyone to approach.“So dense… such intense pure yang,” he muttered under his breath. “My mortal eyes can’t even penetrate it… but my soul… my soul sees everything.” He focused, every subtle ri