Boom!
As the dazzling fire lotus of ten blended Heavenly Flames erupted, a flame storm spanning tens of thousands of meters surged outward like a divine tempest, engulfing the entire sea of blood. The destructive force it carried was so terrifying that everyone present—regardless of rank—felt an instinctive, bone-deep fear. Even other Dou Saints were no exception.
None of them doubted it: if that fire lotus had been used directly against the three Dragon Kings earlier, all three would have undoubtedly perished on the spot. Its power could very well wipe the entire Ancient Void Dragon Island off the map.
Of course, none of them knew that this wasn't even the strongest form of the Demonic Wrath Flame Lotus. Xiao Yan currently held sixteen different flames within his body, and if he truly unleashed all of them into a single fusion, the resulting flame lotus would bring about total annihilation—on a scale beyond imagination.
But such power would not only spiral out of Xiao Yan's control—it would also expose his connection to the Flame Dragon Remains and his acquisition of Heavenly Flames from Huo Xuan and the others. Considering the presence of many experienced individuals within the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, there was no telling who might recognize his flames. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Xiao Yan had only used ten flames that he had acquired through publicly known means. Flames like the Nine Nether Illusion Flame and the remaining five—including the Life Spirit Flame—were deliberately excluded.
Even so, the resulting flame lotus was overwhelmingly destructive. Combined with the earlier Annihilation Flame Eyes, which targeted the soul, the one-two strike—physical and spiritual—was more than enough to bring even a peak Five-Star Dou Saint to their knees.
"Huff…"
As the flames raged across the sky, Xiao Yan swiftly swallowed a pill and charged into the storm. Despite the terrifying combination of attacks, he knew this wouldn't be enough to completely kill North Dragon King, whose power now rivaled a Six-Star Dou Saint thanks to the Dragon Transformation Demon Array. With a terrifyingly resilient body and a constant influx of blood energy from the array to heal him, Xiao Yan had to follow up and finish the job before the momentum slipped away.
Inside the flame storm, North Dragon King's figure slowly emerged. Just as Xiao Yan had predicted, he had survived the ten-colored flame lotus. However, he now looked utterly miserable—his aura weak, his once-burly body shredded with deep wounds and patches of exposed bone.
When North Dragon King saw Xiao Yan rush in alone, hatred flared in his eyes. He roared furiously and swung the Pseudo Dragon-Slaying Sword toward Xiao Yan. "You bastard! I'll tear you to pieces!"
Instead of dodging, Xiao Yan charged head-on, causing a flicker of delight in the Dragon King's heart. Even in his wounded state, he retained formidable strength—more than enough to kill a mere One-Star Dou Saint in a direct clash.
But just before his blade could strike, Xiao Yan's body vanished.
A low shout echoed from the right.
From the blazing sea of flames, another Xiao Yan emerged, his fist crashing down directly on North Dragon King's sword-wielding wrist.
"Nine Calamities Demon Fist!"
Crack!
A sickening snap resounded as bones shattered within the Dragon King's arm. The Pseudo Dragon-Slaying Sword slipped from his grasp, and before he could react, Xiao Yan's soul clone appeared, catching the falling weapon. With a smooth motion, the clone slashed across North Dragon King's chest, sending a spray of blood arcing through the air.
"Huh?" Xiao Yan was surprised at how effective the strike had been. He glanced at the weapon in his soul clone's hand. Though powerful, he hadn't expected it to inflict such substantial damage. Judging by how the other Ancient Void Dragons reacted to the weapon earlier, it likely had a bloodline-suppressing effect—especially potent against dragons.
"You little wretch!" North Dragon King's eyes flared with madness. Losing the Pseudo Dragon-Slaying Sword was catastrophic. He knew its suppressive power was his greatest threat in his current weakened state—and he also knew Xiao Yan would never let such an opportunity slip.
Driven to desperation, the Dragon King let out a final, crazed roar.
"Blood Dragon Devours the Heavens!"
As the roar thundered across the battlefield, torrents of blood energy surged above his head. Simultaneously, the struggling cultivators from the three islands—all still trapped in the array—began to explode, their blood essence drawn into North Dragon King's body.
All the blood congealed into a monstrous, grotesque blood dragon, larger than the entire Ancient Void Dragon Island itself. It was a final gambit—a killing move from the Dragon Transformation Demon Array, using the very life force of its victims to conjure a beast of apocalyptic might. Even a Six-Star Dou Saint would be hard-pressed to resist it.
"So… this is your last resort, huh?" Xiao Yan's hands formed seals.
A golden radiance began to swell from within his body, illuminating the heavens like the rising sun. As the light expanded, it washed away the blood-colored sky completely.
"To make me use five techniques from the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes… you're not just any foe," Xiao Yan muttered softly. Then he extended his hand and whispered,
"Celestial Golden Hand."
At that moment, the void itself split apart.
From within the rift, a gigantic golden hand descended slowly, glowing with a divine light. Even North Dragon King, despite his madness, felt his heart tighten in dread. A primal terror surged through him.
"W-What Dou Technique is this…?"
The golden hand, majestic and calm like the hand of a deity, reached for the blood dragon. Though massive, the terrifying blood dragon seemed utterly insignificant under its shadow. As Xiao Yan's fingers slowly clenched, the Celestial Golden Hand gripped the blood dragon and closed around it.
Boom!
In a brilliant explosion of golden light, the monstrous blood dragon shattered into countless fragments, disintegrating as if it had never existed.
The Celestial Golden Hand only lingered in the world for a few seconds before vanishing.
But the devastation it wrought and the fear it inspired in North Dragon King were incomparable.
That single technique—Xiao Yan was certain—had the power to kill him outright.
"This Dou Technique… this power… who is this kid?" North Dragon King's mind buzzed with disbelief. This wasn't a Heavenly Rank Dou Technique—no, it was far beyond that. In all the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's history, there was nothing that could rival it.
As North Dragon King reeled from shock, Xiao Yan's gaze landed on him once more, cold and sharp as a blade.
"Now… what tricks do you have left?"
(End of Chapter)
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