In just a few breaths, all members of the Touba and Hun Protos Clans disappeared. They were all devoured to death by the spirit army. The air became silent. There was no sound other than the cold breeze lingering from the remaining blood and flesh. The scent of destruction still clung to this dimension, yet no one dared to move, let alone speak. The atmosphere became rigid, as if time refused to move. Only the red pools continued to seep through the cracks in the ground, as though the earth itself was storing grief. Amid the faint mist still lingering from the clash of powers, Jhi Chen stood upright. His gaze swept across the dimension without emotion, but that did not mean without purpose. After killing them, Jhi Chen lifted the Protos Wen Clan Elders whom he had restrained earlier. His gaze was cold, yet there was a calm light shimmering behind his eyes. As if cruelty and tranquility could exist within the same glance. “Now, let us watch. What interesting thing will we see!” H

Long Fei stepped upon the wind. He rose into the air, and his aura as a Dragon race caused space to tremble continuously. The color of the sky changed as well. The clouds thinned and then suddenly gathered together as if drawn by an invisible force from his body. His gaze was sharp, his breathing was heavy, and a unique pressure belonging to an Ancestor Dragon that had crossed countless battlefields began radiating from his body. “Bing Ming, don’t think that because all of you are Mid Stage Rank Fifteen Supreme Tao Ancestors, we will be afraid! Never underestimate the Dragon race once it becomes enraged!” BUZZ!! BUZZ!! BUZZ!! BUZZ!! BUZZ!! Shaking auras erupted simultaneously. The Ancestor Dragon members released their auras one after another. They were ready to wage a great battle. Their bodies were enveloped in light, their scales began to vibrate, and their fangs rumbled. The sounds of dimensional cracks echoed throughout the surroundings, as if the heavens were trying to w

The flying formation they created formed a net that halted every movement with the force of dimensional collisions. At every node of that net were small vortices that absorbed aura, slowing and suppressing the energy of the dragons trying to break through. The massive bodies of the Ancestor Dragons began losing momentum, and some were even forced to hold their positions to avoid fatal impacts. “Hahaha. Long Zhue, watch how I slaughter the Azure Dragon once again just like in the past!” With thunderous laughter, Bing Ming raised his hand, preparing to unleash an attack to kill Long Jiang Jun. All pressure gathered at the tip of his palm. The ground beneath him cracked once more, and the sky above darkened as if rejecting the existence of that attack. However, just as his hand was about to swing down... PLOF!!! An extremely powerful hand tightly grabbed his wrist. The force of that grip was enough to stop the pressure of the attack about to be released. The wave that should have e

Jhi Chen slowly turned his head. His eyes pierced through the clouds rolling across the sky, and his tone was as firm as the decision of the Seventh Heaven itself. There was no raised voice. No shout. Yet that voice pierced the earth, penetrated the sky, and seeped into the hearts of every being who heard it. “This Bing Protos Clan cannot be forgiven. They must be erased from the Seventh Heaven!” His declaration echoed without an echo. The world did not need to repeat it. The world only responded. Even the ground rumbled softly as if nodding. The clouds above briefly parted. It was as though the universe not only heard, but acknowledged it. Jhi Chen then looked at Long Zhue. His gaze was sharp, yet not filled with pressure. Instead, that sharpness came from honesty that was not concealed, strength that was not wrapped in arrogance. “Senior, you come from the Ancestor Dragon Palace. Is there no one in your palace who dares to oppose the authority of the Golden Dragon race? To the

Long Zhue, who had lived for billions of years, widened his eyes. His body instantly stiffened, not because of a threat, but because of absolute astonishment. Not because of the burning or cooling process itself, but because of the fact that all of it had been done without using a furnace. “He refined pills without a furnace,” he muttered inwardly, almost unable to believe it. Those words did not leave his mouth, but spun through his mind like a mad mantra that could not be denied. He had not even fully recovered from his shock when he saw two extremely terrifying Yin-Yang flames working harmoniously within one person’s body. A sight he had never witnessed, even throughout billions of years of life. There was no collision, no chaos. Two absolute powers that should have negated each other had instead united in a harmony that could not be explained by ordinary logic of power. Yin did not weaken Yang. Yang did not erase Yin. They merged, worked together, and submitted to a single will