All Chapters of The Return of Kaelen Viremont: Chapter 231
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Chapter 231: The Aura of the Heavenly Dragon
The golden fist looked like it had just been pulled straight out of some divine furnace.Light shimmered over it. Power rolled through it like living fire, restless and fierce. Anyone who glanced at it—even for a second—could feel it. Something terrifying was packed inside that one punch.Behind Kaelen Viremont, the Primordial Divine Ring slowly turned in the air. Ancient light poured down from it, draping over his body like a blessing left behind by some forgotten age.And right then—right at that moment—the strength in Kaelen’s fist hit its peak.Boom.The sound that followed didn’t feel like a normal impact. It was bigger than that. Wilder. Like nature itself had just roared.Like an ocean suddenly rising between mountains.Like magma breaking out of the earth after sleeping for centuries.High above him, Lorian Zethar brought down his massive hand from the sky.It was enormous. Dark energy churned around it, swallowing the sunlight and throwing a heavy shadow across the battlefiel
Chapter 232: Heaven-Defying Colossal Strength
A subtle tremor ran through the air.Buzz.Golden light flared around Lorian Zethar, swallowing him whole in a storm of radiant dragon aura. It wasn’t just light—it moved, alive, writhing like a river of fire that obeyed some ancient, hidden will.The sky itself seemed to shift.Anyone nearby felt it. The air thickened. Breathing became labor. It was as though some invisible hand had pressed down on the battlefield.Lorian lifted his head, slowly. The golden aura thickened, glowing with a weight that felt older than time itself.Powerful. Unyielding. Absolute.Those who knew even a little about such forces turned pale.This wasn’t ordinary strength.This was the Heavenly Dragon Aura.A blessing tied directly to the imperial might of the Saint Ancestor Dynasty. Only a handful of people in the world could carry even a fragment of it. And Lorian Zethar… he was one of them.Whispers rippled through the crowd below. Eyes widened. Some disciples could only stare in stunned silence, suffocat
Chapter 233: A Sense of Frustration
Boom.The explosion that tore across the sky didn’t sound like two attacks colliding. Honestly, it felt more like the world itself had cracked open. Like mountains smashing into each other. Oceans roaring. For a split second, it even seemed as if the sun and moon had flinched.High above the battlefield, space itself rippled.Kaelen Viremont slowly lifted his hands.It was such a simple movement. Calm, almost lazy. But the moment his palms faced the sky, the air around him twisted. Golden light spilled out from nowhere, spreading fast. Then suddenly—two enormous hands formed in the void.Huge. Ridiculously huge.Each one looked like a mountain made of solid gold.And they didn’t hesitate.They dropped straight down.Right into Lorian Zethar’s rushing river of divine light.The collision shook the heavens.Light burst everywhere like a dying star collapsing in on itself. Waves of power rolled through the sky and shredded the clouds apart. Down below, the entire battlefield trembled lik
Chapter 234: The End of a Legend
A fierce presence radiated from Kaelen Viremont.Sharp. Unyielding. Heavy with authority.You could feel it the moment you looked at him. Like standing too close to a thunderstorm before it hits.Across from him, Lorian Zethar stood wrapped in the aura of a sovereign. Calm. Dignified. His presence screamed ruler—an emperor looking down at everything beneath the sky.But Kaelen… Kaelen felt different.Wild. Ancient. Dangerous.Like a primordial beast that had finally broken free.Strength pulsed through him. Raw. Violent. Capable of crushing mountains, tearing apart the earth, and shattering any barrier in its way. Power gathered around him like a storm on the horizon. You could practically feel the air vibrating.Not far off, a massive dragon watched.Talan.His enormous golden eyes reflected the chaos above. He didn’t speak at first—just watched. Then a soft, quiet sound escaped his throat.“Tsk.”Even an ancient dragon could be taken aback.His gaze followed Kaelen carefully.“Inter
Chapter 235: Incompetent Rage
Buzz.It wasn’t loud. Not really. The sound didn’t bounce off the arena walls or echo into the stands. It sank deeper than that—straight into bone, into marrow. The kind of vibration you feel before you understand it.An aura rolled out from the middle-aged man Lorian Zethar called Uncle Lei.It didn’t explode.It didn’t flare dramatically like some cheap stage trick.It just… expanded.Slow. Steady. Inevitable. Like a black ocean rising to swallow the horizon.In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire arena.The air turned heavy. Thick. Breathing felt like dragging air through water. Even the sunlight seemed distant, dimmed by something unseen.Across the stone platform, the Shadowfang Sect members went rigid. These were people who had lived through bloodshed and betrayal, who had watched rivals die without blinking—yet now their scalps prickled, cold sweat creeping down their backs. Even the Sect Master paled, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his seat until the wood
Chapter 236: The Black-Robed Cloak
“A master of unmatched strength… and yet, you still have your backing. Do you think I’d fear that?”Kaelen Viremont’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. He didn’t raise a hand. Didn’t summon power. He just stood there. Still. Silent. As if surrendering… or maybe just measuring the storm before him.Across the arena, Lorian Zethar’s eyes blazed with anticipation. “He’s trembling,” he shouted, voice cracking. “It’s an act! Uncle Lei, finish him before he even thinks of resisting!”A low, deliberate laugh rolled out from Uncle Lei. Calm, arrogant, ancient—like a dragon that had never known defeat. Power swirled around him in a storm you couldn’t see, compressing the air, vibrating the stones beneath their feet. With a single movement, his palm became a hammer of fate, ready to crush everything.The world seemed to hold its breath.Kaelen didn’t flinch. Not a muscle. Calm. Calculating.Then, the storage spirit ring on his finger flickered. A brief pulse of light.And from the sha
Chapter 237: Run Quickly
Mentor Kaelric’s voice wasn’t just loud—it was sharp, heavy, threatening. It rolled over the battlefield like distant thunder before a storm, the kind that makes your stomach tighten even before the rain starts.And yet… the figure standing across from Kaelen Viremont didn’t so much as twitch.Under that black robe stood the Innate Dao Embryo. Silent. Still. No breath. No blinking. No fear. Honestly, it looked less like a person and more like something carved out of an ancient mountain and told to stand there forever.It wasn’t alive.It was a vessel. Nothing more.“Go.”Kaelen said it softly. Almost lazily, like he was telling someone to close a door.But the moment that word left his lips, something shifted. His soul surged outward, thin and sharp as a blade. A connection locked into place.The Innate Dao Embryo moved.No hesitation. No measuring the distance. It simply stepped forward.The ground cracked under its first step.Inside that stone body was the strength of dozens of anc
Chapter 238: Perfectly Justified
Buzz!The air itself seemed to tear apart. A terrifying, colossal aura descended, as a curtain of divine might draped across the earth. The ground trembled. Every cultivator scattered across the battlefield sucked in a sharp breath, disbelief freezing their bones.Zephiron Glacien.A peerless overlord, transcending even the Divine Ability Realm.He had arrived.Thud!Thud!Not just sounds. Each thud was a pulse of raw power, a shockwave that pressed on hearts, minds, and souls alike. Disciples who had dared to stand tall moments ago now crumpled to their knees, pale faces shaking under the weight of sheer, divine presence.No one—no one—could have imagined the sheer magnitude of Zephiron Glacien’s cultivation. From the distant territories of the Zephiron Bing Tribe, beyond the edge of the Great Wasteland, he had sensed his son’s death. Rage consumed him. And in the blink of an eye, he crossed immeasurable space to arrive here.“This… this is bad!” Kaelen Viremont’s eyes widened. His b
Chapter 239: A Sword Across a Thousand Miles
“Ah—!”A sharp cry ripped through the air as Kaelen Viremont’s body suddenly shook, hard enough that it looked like he might collapse at any second.Pain flooded him. Not the dull kind either—the kind that comes in relentless waves, one after another, like the ocean slamming against jagged cliffs. It crushed into his bones, twisted through his muscles, and squeezed the air straight out of his lungs. For a moment—just a moment—he genuinely thought his body might crumble apart like dry sand.It was unbearable.The invisible pressure bearing down on him carried a frightening weight. It felt less like an attack and more like the heavens themselves had dropped an unseen mountain right on top of his shoulders.His knees trembled.Almost buckled.But he didn’t fall.Kaelen forced himself upright, every muscle screaming in protest. His face was twisted in pain, yet the fire in his eyes refused to die.“Zephiron Glacien!”His voice burst out like thunder, rough and strained but blazing with fu
Chapter 240: Try Touching Him If You Dare
“You…!”Zephiron Glacien’s face went pale in an instant.The man standing before him looked barely thirty. White robes fluttered gently in the wind, and his expression was calm—almost indifferent.But Zephiron knew better.Liethan wasn’t young. Not really.They were from the same generation, nearly the same age—both closing in on fifty. Back in the day, they had been two of the most brilliant prodigies of their era. Now, though… their paths had diverged. And today, they stood on opposite sides of a battlefield that could swallow men whole.Zephiron’s eyes narrowed slowly. A cold light flickered deep within them as he fixed his gaze on the white-robed swordsman.“Step aside,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a deadly edge.“That brat—Kaelen Viremont—killed my son. Today, I take his life. No one can stop me.”The air seemed to freeze. Onlookers instinctively stepped back, sensing the raw killing intent beneath Zephiron’s restrained tone.Liethan didn’t move. Not an inch.The gentle