A prodigious genius of the Dragon Demon Clan appeared—clad in silver-white dragon-scale armor, astride a massive silver-white Western Demon Dragon. Each scale on the dragon's body was triangular in shape, clearly revealing its elite lineage. This was no ordinary magic dragon, but one bred from a top-tier dragon bloodline, with power that was anything but trivial.
Within the Dragon Demon Clan, this individual stood as a Holy Son-level genius, known as Long Lie. It was said he was cruel and hot-tempered, extremely savage in battle. His fame was carved through carnage—his strength undeniable.
Upon appearing, he directly issued a challenge to Yi Tianxing, a clear provocation laced with goading intent.
"Trying to lure me out of the battle fortress with taunts, then ambush me with a group assault, a wheel formation… This tactic is too childish. Do you take me for a fool?"
Yi Tianxing responded calmly.
His eyes, still clear and discerning, could easily see through the enemy's intentions. The twelve pillars of starlight surrounding White Crow City had formed an encirclement. By the logic that each pillar contained one True Spirit Realm expert, there were twelve such powerhouses watching, ready to strike. No matter how confident Yi Tianxing was in his abilities, he wouldn't recklessly step into such a trap. That would not be bravery, but foolish bravado—admirable, but ultimately fatal.
Especially since he bore the fate of millions on his shoulders. In a world as perilous as the Evernight, who knew what strange treasures or sinister techniques they might possess to take his life?
To face twelve True Spirit Realm enemies as a Yang God Realm cultivator with no precautions wouldn't be courage—it would be arrogance.
And arrogance kills.
"So it seems that the so-called number one Destiny Dynasty of the Eternal World, and its peerless human genius Emperor Yi Tianxing, is nothing more than a coward who fears battle. Are you scared now? Yet you weren't so timid when killing two of our Evernight geniuses."
From another pillar of starlight, a black-robed figure emerged, enshrouded in mist. His face shifted endlessly, as if ever-changing. Gaze upon him, and he would reflect your inner desires—revealing beauty, longing, and weakness in your heart.
This was none other than the Heavenly Demon Holy Son, Tianmo No. 7.
Every word, every gesture from him, felt like a thorn stabbing at the heart.
"Indeed. From what I see, Emperor Yi is nothing but a rat, too afraid to accept a challenge. Eternal World is a den of savages, ignorant and lowborn."
Another voice followed—a burly man with a tiger's head, wielding a tiger-headed blade. This was Hu Biao, a genius of the Demonic Tiger Clan, known for their formidable physique and natural ability to control wandering ghosts. Their demonic transformations made them exceedingly difficult opponents.
"ENOUGH!"
Yi Tianxing's face grew cold. His voice rang out like thunder.
"Do not be angered, Your Majesty. It's a provocation. A trap," warned Zhuge Liang.
"No need to worry," Yi Tianxing replied flatly, "Such provocations are beneath me. But ignoring them entirely would also be a loss. If they want me to step out of the fortress, let's see if they have the strength to make me. To fight the Evernight's chosen? That's a wish I would never refuse."
As he spoke, a surging battle intent erupted from his body. To shy away from this challenge would indeed look like fear—and crush morale.
And who said he had to leave White Crow City to engage?
"I am the Celestial Emperor—and I command dragons to slay my foes!"
With a mighty cry, a Qinglong (Azure Dragon) emerged behind him, swelling in size to thousands of meters in an instant. It loomed in the sky, blotting out the sun, every scale glistening with life. Its presence was indistinguishable from that of a real dragon, radiating pure dragon bloodline aura—the orthodoxy of the dragon race.
Its eyes shone with unmistakable intelligence.
The aura it exuded was suffused with Law and Heavenly Power, reaching far beyond ordinary Yang God Realm might—comparable to Tier Six, yet emanating Tier Seven might. It was a true powerhouse.
Immediately, the Qinglong struck at Long Lie. A massive claw slashed down, filled with overwhelming martial intent. The technique was exquisitely refined, leaving no room to dodge.
🔸This was no ordinary dragon claw—but a move from the top-tier combat technique: The Eight Dragon-Taming Forms (御龙八式).
This technique was Yi Tianxing's own creation—built from the core of many peerless techniques like Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, Dragon God Leg, Dragon Claw Hand, and so on. Using the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon-Taming Diagram to observe and comprehend the ancestral dragon, he gained divine insight. Combined with the enlightenment of Bodhi Seed, his own formidable intellect, and the wisdom of the Sword of Insight, he forged this unique art.
Observing the Ancestral Dragon directly—origin of all dragons—gave him natural advantages others could only dream of.
This was a top-tier Heaven-rank martial technique, specially created to be used in tandem with his Innate Divine Ability – Dragon-Taming. When used by a true dragon, it unleashed unparalleled power.
This first move was the Dragon-Taming Eight Forms – Probing Claw Style (探爪式)—also known as the Heaven-and-Earth Net Claw. Once unleashed, it ensnared the heavens and sealed the earth. There was no escape.
The fusion of Martial Intent with Innate Divine Ability made this a true ultimate move.
"So strong… This power… It could even threaten me."
Long Lie's eyes widened. He could feel an invisible net closing around him—inescapable. Under the pressure of that massive claw, even his strength was suppressed.
"Kill!!"
Yet he wasn't afraid—he was enraged. His opponent didn't even show their true body—merely a divine manifestation? It was an insult!
With a thought, the silver-white Demon Dragon soared up to meet the Qinglong. Long Lie thrust his spear, the tip vanishing into the void, surging with tearing force.
Clang! Boom!
A thunderous impact shook the sky.
Spear and claw collided. Waves rippled through the air as the Void-Splitting Power of the spear shredded into the claw. It tore open a wound—but just barely. In a blink, the injury healed.
Worse—the force bent Long Lie's spear, nearly snapping it.
Both sides were blown apart by the sheer force of the impact.
"That regeneration… terrifying."
Long Lie's pupils shrank.
The Qinglong's claw was already fully healed, unmarred.
This dragon had been born from the Wood Spirit Life Aperture, containing sixty percent Wood Law. And the Wood Law, famed for its infinite vitality, meant it could regenerate endlessly—as long as a breath remained.
Unless it was slain in a single strike, it would always recover.
More shockingly, the strength the Qinglong unleashed rivaled that of a True Spirit Realm cultivator.
ROOOOAR!
The Qinglong gave no quarter.
The first strike missed—but the next came immediately.
🔸Dragon-Taming Eight Forms – Sea-Treading Style (蹈海式)
🔸Mountain-Crushing Style (崩山式)
🔸River-Turning Style (翻江式)
🔸Wind-Calling Style (呼风式)
🔸Rain-Summoning Style (唤雨式)
🔸Cloud-Piercing Style (排云式)
Each form flowed seamlessly into the next, locking Long Lie in a brutal melee. The Qinglong's divine body and battle techniques were used to perfection.
Long Lie's advantage in cultivation allowed him to land many hits—wounding the dragon time and again—but never fatally. The dragon regenerated faster than he could destroy it.
"I'll assist you!"
From another pillar, Hu (Tiger) Biao stepped out, lifting his tiger-headed blade.
ROOOAR!
Before he could move, a second dragon appeared—this one golden, surging into the sky and expanding to thousands of meters. It tore through the air and appeared directly before Hu Biao, swiping down with its mighty claw—