Suddenly the space seemed to tear apart and a huge silver claw tore through the air toward's Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue did not flinch. She just stepped aside as if the strike had been expected.
The attack had actually come from Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King herself, because she felt the threat of death to her most prized subordinate. She had risen despite the risk of exposing herself to the Divine Realm
As the claw struck the ground, an invisible barrier rippled into being, a shimmering dome of silver-blue that blocked the heavens like a mirror. For a moment the air itself hummed; Qian Renxue's eyes flicked to it with mild curiosity.
'Looks like a shield to prevent the Divine Realm from peeping,' she thought, amused. Neither of them knew that the Divine Realm is unable to peep at Douluo Continent at the moment.
A vast form coalesced inside the barrier — a dragon of silver scales like polished moons, eyes like cut stars, scars crisscrossing her body and arms like ancient maps of old wars.
The Silver Dragon King's voice with equal parts thunder and ice.
"Who are you?" Gu Yuena demanded. "I do not smell the aura of the Divine Realm on you."
Qian Renxue raised one delicate eyebrow and smiled — that small smile that had already broken the will of mountains and kings. Her tone was light, almost bored.
"Are you a dog or a dragon?" she asked. The question hung in the charged air like an insult wrapped in silk. "My name is Qian Renxue. Don't ever forget it."
Gu Yuena shifted her stance as if drawing the wind itself into her palms. Her aura as a divine being was fully unleashed. In that heavy instant, her tone dropped, with inevitability.
"It does not matter who you are," she said. "You will die today."
Qian Renxue regarded the pronouncement like a seasoning on a meal she hadn't yet tasted. She let a slow, almost courteous smile curl around her mouth. In her hand, the sword Caliburn shimmered.
No matter how cocky Qian Renxue appeared on the surface, at heart she was a cautious predator. Every flicker of arrogance, every mocking smile, was deliberate.
She kept her purple eyes on Gu Yuena and smiled faintly in her heart.'However… based on the Silver Dragon King's personality, I already have an idea.'
So Qian Renxue straightened, her tone turning calm and almost lazy, yet carrying an undercurrent of something ancient."Don't be so hasty," she said softly. "In a way… I am also a dragon."
The words rippled through the air like a spell. Gu Yuena froze for a moment—then narrowed her eyes.
At that moment, Qian Renxue invoked her trump card. Behind her, her *Martial Soul—Seraphim—*merged with her, something not of this world came out.
A roar—not physical but mental—rumbled across the battlefield. The air warped, colors dimmed, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to bow to her presence.
Her body gained some draconic features, giving way to an incomplete yet awe-inspiring draconic transformation—a being that looked neither mortal nor divine.
The angel wings from her back had turned grey, veined with luminous silver and marked with intricate, rotating three-dimensional sigils. Her eyes turned into vertical, draconic slits glowing in radiant gold and violet hues. Her hands and feet became covered in smooth scales that shimmered faintly, reflecting fragments of thought and will rather than mere light.
The air grew heavy.
Gu Yuena, who had once faced gods and monsters in the Dragon God War, felt her mind stutter.'That aura…'
Indeed, Qian Renxue's incomplete form was derived from something far more elusive—the Mind Dragon, a mythical species that does not belong to this world..
Even as a god, Gu Yuena was shaken as she gazed at those complex symbols.
Her moment of astonishment was all Qian Renxue needed.
The girl's lips curved upward into a subtle smile—one that never reached her eyes. Before Gu Yuena could react, her consciousness shimmered. A subtle ripple passed through her perception—
It was the effect of: Battle Hypnosis.
Reality seemed to blur.
For just a second, Gu Yuena's mind lost its anchor. Her vision split—she saw multiple Renxues, each moving with impossible coordination, their psychic presence blending illusion and reality.
In that instant of disorientation, Qian Renxue moved.
She appeared in front of Gu Yuena in a flash, Caliburn in hand, and struck—not at random, but precisely at the old scar across the Silver Dragon King's ribs, the one still carrying traces of not healing.
The blade tore through silvery scales with a shriek and sent waves of energy scattering through the air. Gu Yuena let out a guttural growl—more pain than rage.
Qian Renxue didn't pause.
Her next move came like a storm inside the mind rather than the body. She used another ability—Consciousness Deprivation—and the entire forest froze.
A suffocating pressure blanketed everything.
Every living creature within miles—beast, bird, insect—instinctively prostrated as if a being from beyond the food chain had entered their world. The sensation wasn't fear; it was a primal command written into the code of existence itself.
Even Di Tian, semi-conscious and struggling to rise, found his limbs trembling as though he were prey once again, despite being the Beast God.
Gu Yuena's eyes widened in disbelief, her breath coming sharp and uneven.Her perception blurred between physical and psychic layers. Qian Renxue's aura… it was wrong.
She was confused.
'Are there pure-blooded dragons who do not follow the Dragon God's lineage?' Gu Yuena thought, heart pounding, her mind flickering