Chapter 85 — Manifesting Divine Might, Six-Tier Annihilation!
What a coincidence this turned out to be.
Just after Ye Ling had spoken of wanting to test himself against a sixth-tier demon, one actually appeared before him.
"A Twin-Blade Demon," he murmured.
"No—this one's not ordinary. It's a Lord-class Twin-Blade Demon."
Ye Ling's expression tightened. He knew exactly what he was facing.
Among the demonic races, the Twin-Blade Demons were among the weakest—mindless cannon fodder sent to die on the front lines. Yet through countless battles, even these creatures could evolve.
And this one had.
Before him stood a Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon, a sixth-tier Lord-class fiend—far stronger than its lower, green-patterned kin.
"Perfect," Ye Ling said softly. "Let's see if my current strength is enough to defeat a demon with some semblance of intelligence."
He gripped the Silver Dragon Spear, his aura surging upward. Layers of golden dragon force burst from his body, vast and unrestrained. Golden scales shimmered into view, his hands transforming into dragon claws as overwhelming might spread in every direction.
Then came the Spirit Armor—fully manifest, covering him from head to toe.
A storm of energy erupted, shaking the air. The sheer pressure left all onlookers wide-eyed, unable to utter a word.
Even the Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon—who moments earlier had thought this human easy prey—paused in disbelief.
Had it just walked into its own death? That aura was too dense, too powerful.
In the distance, Cai'er had been ready to strike and aid Ye Ling, but the moment she sensed his full aura and saw the armor materialize, she stopped.
Her brother Ye Ling… could fight alone.
Wang Yuanyuan stood frozen in shock. Ye Ling had already seemed unstoppable before—but now, his power made her doubt she could even touch him.
And against a Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon? If he could defeat that, the victory was his beyond question. No number of lesser demons she could kill would compare.
Above them, Deputy Director Ren Wokuang stared blankly. When the demon first appeared, he had instinctively prepared to intervene, but Ye Ling had already summoned his armor before he could move.
And what armor it was—Ren Wokuang, who had seen countless sets in his lifetime, could not recall ever witnessing one of such grade.
Simply outrageous.
"Forget it," he muttered. "I'll observe for now. If he's about to lose, I'll step in."
Curiosity replaced concern as he watched intently.
He wanted to see whether Ye Ling truly possessed the power to defeat a sixth-tier demon.
Facing his opponent, Ye Ling wasted no time. The golden spear flickered, and he lunged forward.
Having broken three layers of seals, his external spirit power alone now exceeded 1,800 points. Combined with the Spirit Armor's "Dragon" enhancement and the countless amplifications from his Golden Dragon King bloodline, he stood nearly on par with a true sixth-tier powerhouse—even without tapping into his inner spirit force.
Against this opponent?
It would not be difficult.
In fact—utter domination.
His spear thrust flashed like lightning.
The Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon froze in shock.
This human's power was absurd.
Moments ago, when Ye Ling fought other demons, he hadn't been this terrifying. What changed?!
Still, the demon reacted swiftly, swinging one of its scythes to meet the spear. It believed its blade sharp enough to cut through anything.
Steel met steel—yet the spear didn't shatter. Instead, it drove straight through the demon's weapon and pierced into its flesh.
Had it been any ordinary weapon, the demon might have merely been wounded.
But this was the Golden Dragon Spear.
Ye Ling's lips curved faintly. He poured power into the weapon, and in an instant, its terrifying devouring force erupted. Energy roared through the spear as it began to consume the demon's life essence.
Three seconds later, the massive scythe arm was drained completely—its flesh shriveled, spirit energy gone—and the spear thirsted for more, eager to devour the entire demon.
Sensing danger, the Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon didn't hesitate. With a savage swing of its remaining weapon, it severed its own drained arm and leapt back, green blood spilling across the ground.
It had narrowly escaped annihilation. Had the spear remained within it for even a few more seconds, not even a sixth-tier Lord would have survived—it would have been erased utterly.
After all, that spear was forged from the rib of the Golden Dragon King.
The demon snarled in pain and fury, roaring to the heavens before charging again. Yet this time, it kept its distance from the golden spear, circling with wary precision.
A sixth-tier being could at least feel fear.
And it was afraid.
"Persistent, but clever," Ye Ling muttered. "It's learned to dodge."
He sighed. "No helping it. Time to change tactics—if I let this drag on, it'll just waste energy."
As he spoke, his eyes sharpened, and a new plan began to form in his mind.
Chapter 86 — Divine Might Unleashed, Crushing the Sixth Tier!
Ye Ling struck once more, repeating his earlier assault. The Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon, just as he expected, immediately dodged.
But the moment the demon shifted away, Ye Ling abruptly retracted his Golden Dragon Spear. His entire body blazed with boiling energy as the aura of the Golden Dragon King erupted from within him. Both his hands shimmered, the golden dragon claws blazing with radiant light. The air itself trembled from his overwhelming presence.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward—then swung.
One punch.
Then another.
Each strike carried the force of mountains collapsing. The golden dragon claws hammered into the demon's body with brilliant bursts of power.
The Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon stood there stunned.
What… what even was this?
Was this human a monster?
For the first time, the so-called demon lord regretted coming here at all. If it had just stayed hidden, it might have survived. Now, even if it escaped alive, the loss of an arm would cripple its strength—its authority among its kind would vanish overnight.
Rage burned through it. Snarling, the demon fixed its furious eyes on Ye Ling—who had conveniently put away his spear.
Good. Now it could fight!
With a roar, it swung its remaining blade arm in a savage arc toward him.
But the result was not what it expected.
Just as the strike landed, two radiant halos flared around Ye Ling's body.
The First Bloodline Soul Ring—Golden Dragon Body, and the Second Bloodline Soul Ring—Golden Dragon Tyrant Form.
Two immense amplifications burst forth at once, multiplying Ye Ling's physical strength to terrifying levels.
The moment the demon's scythe collided, a violent rebound of force shot back through its arm. Its blade trembled violently—it couldn't even cut through his flesh.
"What… what is this?!"
The Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon's mind went blank.
He was too hard.
Not just durable—impenetrable.
Even its own scythe, forged in hellfire, couldn't pierce that golden defense.
Absurd.
Terrifying.
And for the first time, genuine fear rose in the demon's heart.
But Ye Ling had no intention of letting it go.
Fear? Did the demons it once slaughtered not feel the same?
If it dared to appear—then it would never leave alive.
The third bloodline soul ring ignited.
Golden Dragon Roar.
"ROAR!!!"
A deafening sound erupted, shaking the entire fortress. The Golden-Pattern Twin-Blade Demon froze, stunned and disoriented, staring blankly at Ye Ling as its limbs trembled.
The roar of the Golden Dragon was not merely a sound—it was a divine suppression, a power that could shatter courage itself.
Even among the seventy-two Demon Gods, perhaps even the Demon God Emperor Fengxiu himself, Ye Ling's roar could shake their hearts for several seconds.
And in battle at that level—seconds were enough to decide victory or death.
Now, as the demon stood dazed, Ye Ling advanced. His dragon claws glowed brilliantly as he rained down another barrage of strikes.
Moments later, a surreal scene unfolded over the southeastern fortress—
A single armored figure, using only physical might and without invoking inner spirit power, was pummeling a sixth-tier Lord Demon into the dirt.
Blow after blow.
The demon couldn't even retaliate.
The entire fortress fell silent.
Wang Yuanyuan, who had stopped fighting, stared in utter disbelief.
"That's a sixth-tier demon!"
"How—how can this be?"
"No way… no way that's possible!"
"A dignified sixth-tier Lord… being beaten down like this?!"
Her mind blanked.
This wasn't battle—this was one-sided domination.
Beside her, Cai'er only smiled faintly. "This is normal. Ye Ling's bloodline and his base strength are already terrifying. The armor he's wearing is Spirit Armor—it allows one to fight across realms. Don't be fooled by its subtle glow; each piece he's wearing is at least of Radiant-grade quality."
Her calm tone made Wang Yuanyuan's disbelief deepen.
So that was it.
A helpless sigh escaped her lips. "So I've lost again… I don't know when I'll ever surpass him. Even in my strongest domain, he's already far ahead."
Cai'er merely shook her head and brought out her merit calculator. After a few taps, she turned the screen toward Wang Yuanyuan. "Actually, I've earned more than you today."
Wang Yuanyuan froze.
It was true.
They were the same generation—yet both Cai'er and Ye Ling had outperformed her completely.
Her heart ached.
Cai'er said nothing more. She bore Wang Yuanyuan no ill will—but truthfully, the only one who could make her genuinely smile… was Ye Ling.
Not Long Haochen.
Not Li Xin.
Not even her grandfather, the Saint Moon himself.
Only him.
And so, her gaze drifted back toward Ye Ling.
At that moment, Ye Ling stood above the fallen Twin-Blade Demon, raining down the final blows.
The demon's strength vanished completely, its body limp and lifeless.
Without hesitation, Ye Ling raised the Golden Dragon Spear and drove it through the corpse.
Earlier, devouring a single severed arm had granted him twenty points of inner spirit power. Now he wanted to see—how much could a whole sixth-tier demon provide?
Under the spear's devouring power, the enormous body rapidly disintegrated. Flesh, armor, blood, even the demon crystal—all crumbled into dust.
And Ye Ling, surrounded by radiant golden light, refined every last trace of its life force and spirit energy.
His power rose again.
(End of Chapter)
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