All Chapters of THE DRAGON GOD AGAINST THE HEAVENS: Chapter 171
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Yan Lie's face grew even more arrogant as he watched Wang Chen stand helpless beneath the radiance of his scorching aura. He crossed his arms across his chest, staring at Wang Chen with a look of thoroughly dismissive satisfaction."Why so quiet, Brat?" Yan Lie mocked in a shrill tone deliberately echoed throughout the Throne Hall."Is the pressure of this Five-Star Sky Fighter realm too heavy for your fragile bones? At the One-Star tier, you aren't even worthy of holding a sword before me!"The second elder of the Cloud Flame Sect, standing beside Elder Chi, chuckled softly. He stroked his fiery-red beard as he stared at Elder Yao Dan and Elder Feng with a face full of mockery."How pitiful," the second elder chimed in with a raspy voice. "The Sky Sword Sect, once revered as the number one sect, has truly plummeted drastically. Allowing a One-Star disciple to take on an S-Class Mission is tantamount to telling him to commit suicide. Emperor Cao, if you let this trash tag along, he wi
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Before Yan Lie could unleash his blazing fist, a majestic golden aura erupted from the throne's steps. Emperor Cao Yuan slammed his imperial scepter onto the marble floor, creating a shockwave that instantly extinguished the roaring flames around Yan Lie's hands."Enough!" snapped Emperor Cao Yuan in a voice laden with the absolute authority of a ruler, shattering the tension in the Throne Hall.Yan Lie was jolted, forced to hold back his punch even though his breath still surged with anger. Elder Chi and the second elder of the Cloud Flame Sect frowned, displeased that the show of humiliating the Sky Sword Sect had been cut short.Emperor Cao Yuan stepped forward a few paces, his stern gaze sweeping across Yan Lie, Wang Chen, and the elders of both major sects."The Throne Hall of the Cao Empire is not a battle arena to satisfy your arrogance!" Emperor Cao Yuan stated firmly in a cold tone. The doubt that had previously clouded his face now shifted into a hard, resolute desperation.
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After four full days of aerial travel through violent storms and sprawling, rugged mountain ranges, the beating wings of the giant, silver-scaled eagle finally slowed as it pierced through the thick layer of clouds above the Valley of the Black Skull.Below stretched a horrifying sight: a colossal ravine engulfed in a thick, greenish-purple fog that churned wildly like a boiling sea of poison. Resting at the heart of the abyss stood an ancient, cracked stone gate radiating a deadly aura of dark despair.The three imperial eagles descended smoothly onto a high stone cliff overlooking the entrance to the Poison Mist World Ruins.General Long leaped down first, his black dragon armor clanking sharply as his boots hit the solid terrain. His stern, fierce face bore an unyielding expression as he turned his back to the cliff and locked his gaze on Wang Chen and Yan Lie."We have arrived at the border of the Poison Mist World Ruins!" General Long’s heavy voice boomed, cutting through the scr
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Seeing Yan Lie’s burning fist surging toward his head at high speed, Wang Chen’s face showed not the slightest hint of panic. His golden eyes gleamed coldly, reading every movement and opening of the punch fueled by raw fury."My patience has its limits, Yan Lie... So, enough..."Whoshhh!Just a fraction of a second before the fist bathed in red fire struck his face, Wang Chen calmly raised his right hand.TAP!A hard clash resounded, but it was not the sound of a crushing explosion—rather, it was a grip of absolute precision. Wang Chen’s palm, lightly coated with the heat of the Dragon Flame, caught Yan Lie’s wrist dead-on, halting the lethal momentum of the strike midair."What?!" Yan Lie’s eyes bulged in shock. His punch, backed by a massive portion of his fire Qi, was stopped so effortlessly, as if he had just struck an unshakeable ancient wall of steel.With no intention of retaliating or wasting energy on a foolish duel at the outermost boundary, Wang Chen let out a faint snort.
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Wiping the dust off his chest, Wang Chen’s golden eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at the figure slowly emerging from the dark purple mist.The man stepping out was tall and gaunt, with pale, grayish skin. Lines of strange, blood-red runes glowed dimly across his arms and face, emanating a dark aura that starkly contrasted with the pure Qi of human cultivators.Wang Chen drew a slow breath. He crossed his arms over his chest, adopting a calm posture free of immediate hostility."Blood Demon Emperor...?" Wang Chen murmured softly before raising his voice. "Hold on, friend. I came here with no ill intentions. What kind of place is this really? Why are you so eager to attack me without asking first?"Hearing Wang Chen’s innocent question, the man covered in blood-red runes froze for a moment before bursting into a harsh, bone-chilling laugh."Hahaha! No ill intentions?! What kind of ridiculous question is that?!" the man snapped, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred. A cruel sneer c
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Wang Chen’s body, feigning complete helplessness, was dragged mercilessly across the ground. The rough friction of the toxic soil scraped against his clothes and skin, but against Wang Chen’s physical constitution—fortified by the resilience of the Dragon Flame—the poisons were instantly neutralized the moment they entered his body.Behind his tightly closed eyelids, Wang Chen slowly slitted his eyes, peeking through a narrow gap in his eyelashes to map out the route they were taking.The dense purple fog that had previously enveloped the dead forest gradually thinned as they ventured deeper. The foul stench of poison gave way to the sharp, pungent aroma of liquid sulfur and blood.After passing through a narrow fissure in a rugged, black stone cliff, a breathtaking spectacle suddenly unfolded before Wang Chen’s eyes.A massive city stretched endlessly across a hidden valley. However, this city was vastly different from the majestic, gold-carved cities of cultivators in the outside wo
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"What do you mean, Senior?"The old cultivator pointed his trembling finger, gesturing toward the ceiling of the stone cell which was inscribed with blood-red runes."That Slave Brand on your forehead isn't just an ordinary Qi seal. It's bound to the Grand Blood Barrier Formation that envelopes this entire ancient city above us. Every time you attempt to exert Qi or harbor any intent to escape, the curse will burn your meridians from within and send a direct signal to the heart of the fortress!"He looked at Wang Chen with a gaze full of pity, as if seeing a shadow of his former self decades ago when he was first captured."Up there, tens of thousands of demon warriors stand guard without cease. Down here, thousands of human cultivators from various great sects are exploited to death inside the deepest bloodstone mines. Even the Soul Formation Realm experts who were once imprisoned here eventually rotted away into dust. There are no flaws... there is no hope. Resign yourself to your f
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Upon hearing the sharp, mockingly sarcastic whisper, Yan Lie’s body instantly froze. He slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and his breath coming in ragged gasps. As his blurred vision finally brought the figure before him into focus, the rage burning in his chest immediately eclipsed the pain consuming his entire body."W-Wang Chen...?! You?!" Yan Lie growled in a raspy, broken voice, his eyes bulging as if in complete disbelief that the very person he despised the most was now standing tall right in front of him.Despite his battered and broken condition, his luxurious garments reduced to dirty rags, and the Slave Brand on his forehead emitting a searing red glow, the remnants of Yan Lie's foolish arrogance had apparently not been completely eroded. His ego as a sect genius made him reject the reality that he was now in the same position—if not an even more wretched one—than Wang Chen."You bastard... damn you!" Yan Lie cursed, coughing up blood as he tried to puff out his br
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The demon soldier yanked his whip back from Wang Chen’s grip, his face growing even more incensed. The nonchalant smile displayed by the youth before him felt like a blatant insult to his authority as the mine supervisor."And rule number three... this is the most crucial one if you still value your worthless life!" the demon soldier barked, pointing his black-skinned, razor-clawed finger directly at Wang Chen’s face."If any of you dare to entertain the thought of stealing, concealing, or smuggling even the smallest fragment of Immortal Jade for personal gain..."The soldier snickered slyly, baring a row of blood-stained, pointed teeth."The Slave Brand on your forehead will instantly activate automatically! That seal won't just scorch your meridians; it will drain ten years of your life force in an instant to serve as fuel for the Great Blood Protective Formation! Once you attempt to steal, your body will shrink into a withered husk like a piece of jerky!"Hearing the horrifying thi
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Without a moment’s hesitation, Wang Chen pinched two fingers in midair.FWOOSH!A blaze of golden fire infused with deep crimson erupted from his fingertips. Pure and ferocious, the Dragon Flame instantly condensed, manifesting into a slender, razor-sharp sword of fire that radiated extreme temperatures capable of softening steel in a heartbeat.With a playful glint in his eyes, Wang Chen inspected the size of the Immortal Jade boulders before him."They asked for five stones the size of a human head?" Wang Chen murmured, chuckling softly under his breath. "I’ll give them eight... and twice the requested size at that. Let those foolish demon soldiers be so overjoyed that they won't even realize the Core Essence of the Jade within has been drained dry by me!"With graceful movements akin to a master artist sculpting a masterpiece, Wang Chen swung his Dragon Flame sword toward the stone wall and the clusters of Immortal Jade crystals.Slash! Slash! Slash!The hard obsidian rock that typ