"These old bastards really have no shame!" Zi Yan couldn't help but curse when she saw the three Dragon Kings gang up on Xiao Yan despite having the advantage in cultivation. The other elders exchanged bitter smiles—this was war, after all. Who cared about honor or shame?
Of course, Zi Yan understood this herself, but she was too emotional to think clearly. Elder Zhu Huo sighed, preparing to join the fray with the other elders to help relieve some pressure on Xiao Yan. But before they could act, two elders from West and South Dragon Islands—Lieshan and Zhumu—stepped forward and blocked their path.
"Lieshan! Zhumu! Are you really going to persist with this madness?!" Zhu Huo shouted in fury.
"Elder Zhu Huo, we respect you as a senior of the Ancient Dragon Clan. We don't wish to fight you," the two elders replied in unison, "but don't force our hand."
While the elders of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan squared off, the battle between Xiao Yan and the Three Dragon Kings had officially begun. Seeing the three charge at him together, Xiao Yan opened his mouth and unleashed a terrifying sonic roar that shook the sky. The attack caused all three Dragon Kings to freeze for a split second in disorientation.
This was the Furious Lion's Roar, a battle skill Xiao Yan hadn't used in a long time. On its own, as a high-level Xuan-rank technique, it shouldn't have had such a powerful effect. But the sonic wave was amplified by the special resonance of the Four Fiends Bloodline within him, making even the three Dragon Kings momentarily dazed.
'If only I had a higher-level sonic technique,' Xiao Yan sighed inwardly. If that roar had been a Tian-rank sound technique, it wouldn't have just made them dizzy—it might have outright incapacitated them.
"Clan Mark—activate!"
Taking advantage of the brief daze, a dark red clan mark appeared on Xiao Yan's forehead. His aura surged, leaping from mid One-Star Dou Saint to early Three-Star Dou Saint. At the same time, his fingers shot out with terrifying speed, summoning massive green fingers of flame that crashed toward the Dragon Kings—Tenfold Hellfire Finger!
With the clan mark boosting his power, Xiao Yan's strength was now close to that of the Dragon Kings. Combined with his superior combat prowess and the Tian-rank technique, his offensive power forced the Dragon Kings back. From the perspective of the surrounding spectators, it looked as if Xiao Yan had sent all three retreating in a single exchange.
"This kid used some kind of secret art? He actually jumped two whole stars?" The West Dragon King frowned, blood still churning in his body from the exchange.
"Hmph, even if he did use a secret art, he's only at early Three-Star Dou Saint. What's there to be afraid of?" the South Dragon King sneered. "Even among Three-Stars, there's a vast difference between early and late stage. There are three of us. If we can't beat a single human brat, we'd be the laughingstock of the continent!"
"I've said it before—this kid is far from simple," the North Dragon King said coldly. "Stop holding back. Let's finish him quickly!"
Hearing this, the other two Dragon Kings clicked their tongues in frustration, but they, too, had lost their initial contempt. With a shared roar, the three launched a barrage of overwhelming attacks, determined to crush Xiao Yan on the spot.
However, Xiao Yan's expression remained calm. His hands moved in rapid succession, weaving together powerful techniques one after another. Incredibly, he held his own against the combined assault of the three Dragon Kings.
"Nether Shura Hand!"
"Emperor's Seal—Five Seals as One!"
"Tenfold Hellfire Finger!"
"Five-Wheel Blazing Fire Disc!"
"Armor-Shattering Crow Collapse!"
"Earth-Spirit Dark Demon Seal!"
Boom!
A series of earth-shaking explosions erupted above the island. If not for the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's secluded location in a void dimension, the shockwaves alone would've alarmed the entire Central Plains. Onlookers from the three opposing Dragon Islands were dumbstruck—how could one human withstand a combined attack from the Three Dragon Kings?
"That's the consort the Dragon Queen picked for herself? Damn… impressive."
"Heh, it seems Her Majesty has better judgment than any of us old men."
Back on the island, even the prideful members of East Dragon Island were in heated discussion. Xiao Yan's monstrous performance had clearly won their respect.
Crash!
After another powerful clash, both sides retreated slightly. The West and South Dragon Kings looked at Xiao Yan with dark expressions.
"Damn it! Where the hell did this guy come from? Not only does he have a terrifying secret art to boost his strength, but nearly all the techniques he's using are Tian-rank!"
The two of them had Tian-rank techniques too, but not nearly as many, nor could they chain them together like Xiao Yan.
What they didn't know was that some of Xiao Yan's techniques, such as Nether Shura Hand, weren't true Tian-rank skills—they were peak Di-rank at best. But because those techniques relied on murderous intent, and Xiao Yan's killing intent far surpassed the creator's, their power had been forcefully elevated.
"Hmph. Tian-rank techniques are powerful, but their consumption is enormous. I want to see how long he can keep this up with just One-Star Dou Saint strength!" the North Dragon King, the shrewdest among them, immediately saw the flaw in Xiao Yan's strategy.
The others followed his gaze—and sure enough, Xiao Yan's face had begun to pale slightly from the energy drain. Delighted, the Dragon Kings pressed harder, knowing they could simply exhaust him into defeat.
But as if sensing their thoughts, Xiao Yan's lips curled into a cold smile. He raised his hand, and suddenly, a terrifying suction force burst from his body. The surrounding energy of the void roared and surged, madly pouring into his body. In just a few breaths, Xiao Yan's state had fully recovered—he was back at his peak!
"Damn it! He even has a Tian-rank cultivation technique!" All three Dragon Kings were stunned. Judging from the efficiency and range of his absorption, not only was his technique Tian-rank—it had to be one of the best of its kind!
"Let's continue!"
Restored in an instant, Xiao Yan let out a laugh and took the initiative. Before the Dragon Kings could strike again, he charged forward—his body now radiating with the glow of ten blazing demonic runes.
It was the technique that had previously wounded the Hall of Souls' vice master—Nine Calamity Demon Fist!
(End of Chapter)
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