Among the crowd, one figure’s eyes blazed like torches. She was a descendant of the Primordial Nature Dragon, though now merely a Jade Dragon.
Yet, she was the king among Jade Dragons—the Jade Dragon King.
“This young man truly carries the bloodline of the Primordial Golden Dragon, and he seems to surpass his origins. He not only saw through the Dragon Trap Formation but mastered it, using it to break through his cultivation. Impressive!”
Like the Jade Dragon King, the other dragon clan leaders felt both wary and inclined to submit.
After all, the Golden Dragon Clan was the true orthodoxy. If Ling Xiao could defeat the Black Dragon King, they would naturally choose to remain loyal to the Golden Dragon Clan.
Unaware of these leaders’ thoughts, Ling Xiao, after his breakthrough, used the Dragon Trap Formation’s power to solidify his cultivation, then revealed a ferocious grin.
“Since you’ve sided with the Black Dragon King, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
*Dragon’s Wrath Trap!*
The Dragon Trap Formation, already under his control, suddenly erupted with brilliant light, unleashing a terrifying shockwave outward.
Explosions rang out continuously.
Weaker dragon warriors were instantly obliterated. Of the thousand-plus dragon clan fighters, nearly all perished in this attack.
Even the dozens of elite warriors under the Black Dragon King suffered heavy losses, with only four or five surviving, all gravely injured.
The Black Dragon King and Black Spirit Advisor were also blasted back by the terrifying force. Though their cultivation and defenses were formidable, they sustained only minor injuries.
“Hahaha, Black Dragon King! Black Spirit Advisor! I should thank you for trapping me with the Dragon Trap Formation. It helped me break through to the eighth level of the Mortal Realm. Otherwise, who knows how long it would’ve taken?”
Ling Xiao emerged from the smoke, a radiant golden dragon god.
“To show my gratitude, I won’t torment you. I’ll let you die swiftly amidst these beautiful mountains and rivers.”
Whoosh!
Ling Xiao’s body surged forward, his speed ferocious yet carrying an air of effortless grace.
In an instant, he reached a gravely injured black dragon elite and thrust his sword.
The eighth-level Mortal Realm elite had no chance to react. The Purple Lightning Sword pierced through, its terrifying current spreading through his body.
Moments later, his body withered, blood completely burned dry, leaving a ghastly dried corpse.
“Water Condensation!”
The *Water Condensation* from the Purple Lightning Sword was intriguing, shimmering blue like electric currents.
In a flash, Ling Xiao pierced through two more black dragon elites.
His movements were fluid and precise.
Crack!
The two bodies froze, then shattered into fragments, falling to the ground, blue currents still flickering.
In an instant, three black dragon elites fell to his sword, without giving the Black Dragon King or Black Spirit Advisor a chance to intervene.
“Damn it! This kid’s skilled in formations and turned our Dragon Trap Formation against us to break through!”
The Black Dragon King watched his elites die one by one, his liver and gall trembling with rage. To rule the dragon clan, he needed these elites, many of whom were his kin.
Fearing for his son’s life, he transformed into his black dragon form, his massive body reaching Ling Xiao in two strides.
“Kid, your life ends here!”
He hoped to stop Ling Xiao from continuing his slaughter.
In his massive black dragon form, the Dragon Land began to wither, black energy seeping into his body from the ground.
“Has this guy refined the Dragon Land into his own treasure?”
Ling Xiao frowned slightly. He hadn’t anticipated this, but no matter—killing the Black Dragon King would suffice!
“Moonlit Dragon Land, mine to command!”
The Black Dragon King’s massive black wings flapped, drawing vast amounts of spiritual energy and life force from the ground, causing his body to swell as if it might explode.
*Dragon Clan’s Fury!*
He’d planned to absorb more power, but with Ling Xiao heading toward his son, the young Black Dragon Lord, he had to unleash an incomplete *Dragon Clan’s Fury* to save him.
This strike condensed his full true essence and the spiritual energy of dozens of li around, erupting in a dragon’s breath to reduce Ling Xiao to dust.
Ling Xiao abruptly turned back, his body radiating explosive golden light, his golden scales gleaming brilliantly.
It was a feint—targeting the young Black Dragon Lord to lure out the Black Dragon King.
In an instant, he fully transformed into his Primordial Golden Dragon form, his massive body no less imposing than the black dragon’s, exuding divine might.
*Mountain and River Will: Dragon’s Roar!*
Behind him, a faint vision of mountains and rivers materialized.
The Mountain and River Martial Soul encompassed all.
Even in his Primordial Golden Dragon form, he could wield it.
*Dragon’s Roar*, already terrifying, combined with the Mountain and River Will, crashed toward the Black Dragon King’s *Dragon Clan’s Fury* with unstoppable force.
In a flash, the terrifying spectacle of *Dragon Clan’s Fury* collided with *Dragon’s Roar* backed by the Mountain and River Will.
A cataclysmic true essence storm erupted at the point of impact.
Within it, spirits seemed to wail, and divine dragons roared.
The storm shot skyward, forming a hundred-metre-tall pillar of intertwined gold and black light.
The scene was eerie.
Ling Xiao’s massive Primordial Golden Dragon form burst from the storm, unscathed, his golden radiance undimmed.
On the other side, the Black Dragon King was torn apart by the furious golden light, crashing from the storm, his body covered in dark red blood.
His once glossy black scales were now marred with dark red marks and wounds.
“Impossible! You’re not a Golden Dragon!”
The Black Dragon King stared at Ling Xiao in terror, his eyes filled with despair and shock. “Even with your talent, you can’t be this strong. Are you a Primordial Golden Dragon? No! You’re the Dragon Emperor, the Primordial Dragon Emperor!”
His voice, lost in the storm, reached only Ling Xiao.
“Too late to realize now.”
Ling Xiao sneered coldly, his massive golden dragon claw smashing down on the Black Dragon King’s head, blood spraying like a fountain.
He didn’t waste it—this was the Black Dragon King’s blood, incredibly precious.
He stored it in the Mountain and River World, in a separate space.
He also carved out the Black Dragon King’s dragon pearl and stored it there.
And the Dragon Land treasure? He took that too.
