BOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
Yun Che exploded with power, filled with an all-consuming rage as all light ceased to exist in his eyes. His once-calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a storm of fury that radiated like an unrestrained abyss.
All the goodwill he had once held for the Ancestral Dragon God Clan shattered into irreparable pieces, like fragile glass crushed beneath an unrelenting force. There was no going back—no forgiveness, no mercy.
All that remained was hatred—a raging thirst for vengeance, for blood, for the destruction of the dragon standing before him.
His power erupted with a might comparable to the peak of the fourth level of the Divine Extinction Realm! A force so overwhelming that it distorted the space around him, causing the very air to tremble under its weight.
His aura descended upon Long Wangchu like an inescapable prison, an unseen hand pressing down with crushing force.
And step by step, Yun Che advanced. Each movement deliberate, each step echoing like a war drum pounding against the silent battlefield.
His eyes—dark as an abyss, devoid of warmth—locked onto the young dragon lord.
Long Wangchu's breath hitched.
A tremor ran through his body as he stood frozen in place, unable to move.
"Ah… argh…!"
His voice came out as a strangled gasp, his pride as the young lord of the Ancestral Dragon God Clan utterly meaningless in the face of Yun Che's wrath.
Under the might of Yun Che, Long Wangchu couldn't even lift a finger.
Terror flooded his soul.
His cultivation—half-step into the Divine Extinction Realm—was utterly insignificant in comparison.
The weight pressing upon him was unbearable.
The force wasn't just suffocating—it was crushing.
His bones groaned under the sheer pressure.
His body screamed in agony.
No—this wasn't an illusion.
His body really was being crushed!
Crack...!!!!!
A sickening sound echoed through the battlefield.
His ribs splintered.
His scales fractured.
His knees buckled.
And Yun Che had not even lifted a hand.
"WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Eyes bulged, mouths gaped open, and hearts pounded violently as Yun Che's overwhelming power rolled like an unstoppable tidal wave across the entire arena.
The sheer force of it made everyone instinctively stand up, unable to believe their own senses.
**Meng Jianyuan—someone who was only a Divine Master—**had suddenly erupted with a might comparable to the Divine Extinction Realm!
What kind of absurd situation was this?!
Up in the sky, Mo Die's gaze sharpened. His lips barely moved as he whispered to himself,
"Show me your strength, Meng Jianyuan..."
His deep, contemplative eyes glowed with an unreadable emotion as he observed the battlefield. At that moment, his very presence seemed to melt into space itself, as if he had merged with the fabric of the world.
"Shit! STOP THIS MATCH!"
A horrified shout rang out the moment the entire Ancestral Dragon God Clan felt Yun Che's monstrous power.
In an instant, they moved.
A blur of figures shot toward the battle arena, their faces twisted in panic.
They had to stop this fight.
They had to save Long Wangchu.
But—
Just as they surged forward, a figure appeared before them, moving even faster than they could react.
A terrifying speed—faster than any of them could hope to match.
Meng Kongchan.
A single step from him cut off their advance completely.
This was the speed of a True God!
And he wasn't alone.
Another form materialized beside him—
Hua Fuchen.
Another True God.
Together, they blocked the path of even the Dragon Lord himself, their presence like two unshakable mountains.
From Their Perspective…
To everyone watching, Yun Che's fury was completely justified.
The young lord of the Ancestral Dragon God Clan had the audacity to believe that simply offering Yun Che something precious could erase the crime of Long Xi nearly killing the woman he loved with all his heart.
That wasn't just mocking Yun Che.
That was a slap to his face!
A blatant insult.
And not just his face—but the faces of the two Divine Kingdoms that stood behind him!
So when Yun Che erupted in rage, no one was surprised. It was inevitable.
"Meng Kongchan! Hua Fuchen!"
The Dragon Lord's furious roar shook the air as he watched Yun Che stepping closer and closer to his beloved son.
"Do you truly wish to turn us into your enemy?!!"
His voice was thunderous, his aura flaring violently.
But in response, Meng Kongchan only laughed.
Cold. Merciless. Contemptuous.
"Heh, are you worthy?!!!"
The words cut through the battlefield like a blade, sharp and dismissive.
Even though his son had already told him the extent of his power—hearing about it and witnessing it firsthand were two entirely different things.
And now that he had seen it with his own eyes…
Even if it meant turning the Ancestral Dragon God Clan into their enemy—
IT WAS WORTH IT!
Madness burned in Meng Kongchan's eyes. His aura surged, his intent clear—if war was what it took, so be it.
At this point, what did it matter if he offended the Dragon God Clan?
What did it matter if he even offended the Pure Land itself?
Nothing mattered anymore.
"Crack… crack… ugh… argh… crack…!"
One by one, the bones of the young dragon lord fractured under Yun Che's unimaginable pressure.
His body was breaking.
His once-mighty frame was now little more than a fragile shell, shattering under Yun Che's terrifying might.
Yet Yun Che's eyes remained cold—void of emotion.
He felt nothing.
Not pity.
Not hesitation.
Only rage.
Only vengeance.
"DIE!"
Yun Che's voice shook the heavens as he stomped down—a single strike, filled with enough power to erase Long Wangchu's existence.
"CHU'ER!!!!!"
The Dragon Lord's roar split through the battlefield, filled with desperation as he watched his son about to be killed right before his eyes!
BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
Yun Che's foot came down like divine judgment—
Yet—
It did not hit its target.
Something had stopped it.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yun Che's eyes widened in shock.
Someone had arrived.
Someone had blocked his attack!
For a brief moment, his thoughts were thrown into chaos—
How?!
As much as he didn't understand how this person got here, he himself had no idea how he had ended up here in the first place!
The one who had appeared was a member of the Ancestral Dragon God Clan—
An elder of the clan—
And not just any elder.
This was a terrifying existence at the Divine Limited Realm!
The entire arena fell into stunned silence.
Even the Gods watching from above felt a ripple of shock at this sudden turn of events.
Some of them instinctively turned their gaze toward the sky—as if they had begun to understand something.
"Huolie!!!!"
The Dragon Lord's eyes flew wide open.
He had no idea how one of his clan's elders had arrived at that exact moment—
But there was no time to think.
With desperation flooding his voice, he roared—
"SAVE CHU'ER!!!!!"
"How dare you...!!!!"
The elder Huolie of the Ancestral Dragon God Clan took a few seconds to recover from his shock.
Yun Che's devastating stomp had not hurt him in the slightest. Not even a scratch.
A look of pure fury crossed his face.
Then—
With a single swift, ruthless kick—
"BOOM!!!!!"
Yun Che was sent flying at a terrifying speed, his body hurtling through the air like a broken meteor! A trail of blood spewed from his lips!
The force of the strike shattered the space around them, distorting reality itself.
Divine Limited Realm!
Even though Huolie was only at the first level, it was still a power that Yun Che could not yet contend against!
"BOOOM!!!!"
Yun Che's body slammed into the ground with earth-shattering force, sending shockwaves rippling outward! His body was thrown once more, crashing against the battlefield with bone-cracking impact!
The sound of breaking bones echoed ominously.
Yet—
Even before the dust settled…
Even before his body had time to process the pain…
Yun Che's eyes—still filled with endless, seething hatred—glowed in the storm of debris.
Pain?
He did not feel it.
Injuries?
He did not care.
At this moment, his body, his mind, his soul—
All he wanted was to kill the dragon.
Then—
BOOOOOM!!!
A sudden explosion of power!
Yun Che's entire body erupted with a Draconic Aura!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A wave of shock and disbelief rippled through the battlefield.
Every single being present—be it the dragons or the Divine Kingdoms' experts—
One by one—
Their eyes widened in pure astonishment.
Because what they felt—
It wasn't just a Draconic Aura.
It was a bloodline resonance.
A bloodline pressure.
And not just any—
The very same purity as the Ancestral Dragon God Blood Essence from earlier!
No—
It was even purer!
A suppression.
An undeniable, instinctual suppression!
Even those of Ancestral Dragon lineage felt something boiling inside their very blood.
No.
It wasn't just a reaction.
It was submission.
A forced suppression under the might of a purer bloodline.
"Stop, Meng Jianyuan! This has gone far enough!"
The old dragon elder, Huolie, who had appeared unexpectedly, shouted with authority.
Even now, he had no idea how he had suddenly ended up before Yun Che and Long Wangchu—as if something had pulled him into this moment against his will.
But one thing was certain—the Gods had not intervened.
That meant they allowed him to save the young lord.
A terrifying realization.
Had he truly been allowed to move? Or had he been lured into this moment?
With his overwhelming power, if he had used his full strength, Yun Che would have died instantly from that kick.
But even if he had held back, even if he had merely used a fraction of his might, Yun Che should have been left in ruins, unable to get back up for days!
And yet—
Somehow, Yun Che was already standing again.
Somehow, Yun Che's Draconic Aura surged even stronger than before.
The moment his bloodline senses touched Yun Che's aura, a shiver crawled down the elder's spine.
Terror.
His bloodline trembled in fear.
Impossible!
He was a Divine Limited Realm cultivator!
How could a mere Divine Master Realm being instill fear in him?!
Yun Che's gaze slowly lifted.
His eyes, now devoid of humanity, locked onto the old dragon elder with a stare as cold as the abyss.
Then, in a voice that chilled the soul—
"You die too…"
His words echoed like a death sentence.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly—
The image of a pair of colossal dragon eyes appeared in the sky.
A gaze filled with ancient, boundless might.
A power that had not appeared in this world for countless eons.
The elder dragon's body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat.
This pressure—
This soul-shaking might—
Then, a roar tore through the battlefield—a roar that shattered the heavens themselves!
"Primordial Azure Dragon God..."
At the same moment, the four High Priests all murmured in unison.
Their voices trembled not with fear, but with recognition.
They were True Gods.
They had survived the ancient era, watching the rise and fall of countless beings.
And so, there was no doubt in their minds.
They knew exactly what they were witnessing.
The once strongest True God had returned.
The dragon's roar shook the heavens, tearing through reality itself!
BOOOOMMMMM!!!!
The entire battlefield trembled under its might.
Huolie, the elder of the Ancestral Dragon God Clan, stood frozen in place—his soul violently shaking under the gaze of the ancient dragon image that loomed above the sky.
His soul defenses—torn to shreds!
His body refused to move.
His breath hitched.
His instincts screamed in terror.
And at that very moment—
Yun Che's eyes changed!
From purple to gray!
"Youthful Dream of the Queen of Night!!!!!"
From the sidelines, Meng Kongchan's eyes widened in shock!
Yun Che…
He had actually used the ultimate divine art of their Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom!
This was impossible!
Unbelievable!
Back then, Yun Che had returned the divine art, claiming that he could barely cultivate it to the first realm.
And yet, now…
As the only one in existence capable of cultivating it to the ultimate level, Meng Kongchan recognized immediately—
Yun Che had reached the ultimate level as well!
His mind spun in disbelief.
Just how many secrets was Yun Che hiding?!!!!
Suddenly—
BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
Yun Che's aura erupted, shattering all limits, surpassing even the fourth level of the Divine Master Realm!
His cultivation surged violently!
**Early stage—**Level Five Divine Master Realm!
**Mid-stage—**Level Five Divine Master Realm!
**Peak—**Level Five Divine Master Realm!
But it did not stop.
For the past three years, Yun Che had deliberately suppressed his cultivation, keeping himself at the fourth level of the Divine Master Realm—
Even though he could have broken through at any time.
But now—
No more suppression.
No more restraint.
BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
His aura exploded as his cultivation finally broke past its shackles—
Level Six Divine Master Realm!
Early stage…
Mid-stage…
Peak!
At this moment, Yun Che's cultivation stopped at the Peak of Level Six Divine Master Realm…
Yet—
His aura was comparable to those at the Peak of Level Six Divine Extinction Realm!
He actually surpassed two full levels of cultivation!
The entire arena descended into shock and disbelief!
"MOVE, HUOLIE!!!! MOVE, DAMN IT!!!!"
The Dragon Lord roared, his voice shaking with desperation!
Yet—
His words fell on deaf ears.
Long Huolie stood frozen, his eyes vacant, his mind lost in an endless dreamlike stupor.
The Primordial Azure Dragon God's will still weighed upon him—his soul bound in a state of complete suppression.
He could not hear.
He could not move.
He could not even think.
"BOOOM!!!!!!! Crack!!!!"
In an instant—
Yun Che vanished.
A streak of dark light.
He reappeared before the stunned dragon elder.
In his hand—
The Heaven Smithing Devil Slayer Sword!
His grip tightened.
His hatred surged.
And with a single, brutal motion—
He swung down!
"UGH…!!!!!!!"
A thunderous impact exploded across the battlefield!
Huolie, despite his Divine Limited Realm cultivation, had already suffered the collapse of both his soul and body defenses from the Primordial Azure Dragon God's suppression.
There was no resistance.
There was no defense.
His entire body was launched into the air, tearing through the space like a falling comet.
His form spiraled uncontrollably before slamming into the ground with an earth-shattering bang!
The aftershock alone was devastating.
The Young Dragon Lord—Long Wangchu—was caught in the wake of destruction!
His body was flung away violently, blood spraying from his mouth, chest, and arms!
His limbs twisted unnaturally.
His eyes lost their focus.
His fate—unknown!
"CHU'ER! HUOLIE!!!!"
The Dragon Lord's voice cracked in despair!
He wanted nothing more than to step in, to save his son and his trusted elder.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't move.
Because the mere fact that Huolie had been sent into battle at all—was already the heavens granting them a life-saving grace!
Who could have ever imagined…
That Yun Che—a so-called Divine Master—
Would be capable of such terrifying power?!
Even he, the Dragon Lord, standing at the Peak of the Divine Limited Realm—
Still felt his very soul tremble from the image of the dragon above!
"What happened?!"
Suddenly, figures flashed across the sky, appearing one after another!
They were the spectators from other matches—experts and Divine Beings who had been watching battles elsewhere.
But the moment the aura of a Divine Limited Realm exploded, they had all rushed over!
And then—
Their eyes widened in horror.
"WHAT IS THAT!!!!"
One by one, they lifted their heads—
And all saw it.
The terrifying pair of dragon eyes looming above the heavens.
An unfathomable existence, an ancient will, suppressing even the strongest of them with an indescribable presence.
The sight alone sent shivers down their spines.
"ARGHHHHH..!!!! DAMN YOU, MENG JIANYUAN!!!!"
A furious roar tore through the battlefield!
Long Huolie, his face bloodied, gritted his teeth as he clutched his wounded head.
His soul and body defenses immediately fortified, but the pain in his soul did not fade.
Then—
BOOOOOM!!!!
He transformed.
His Divine Limited Realm power surged, and his massive dragon form emerged—
A towering beast over ten thousand feet long, its scales shining with raw, boundless might!
But despite his full transformation, despite his terrifying power,
The pressure on his soul remained suffocating!
What in the abyss were those eyes in the sky?!
"I let down my defenses earlier! Don't think you can get me like that again!!!"
The colossal dragon roared, his eyes burning with hatred and killing intent as he glared down at Yun Che.
The ground cracked beneath the weight of his fury.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Why is Meng Jianyuan fighting with an elder of the Dragon Clan?!"
The new arrivals were all stunned.
They had rushed over, expecting a Divine Limited Realm battle—
But what they found instead was something far worse.
Shock. Gasp. Chaos.
The battlefield erupted into a frenzy.
It wasn't just spectators anymore.
Even the Pure Land Guards and Abyssal Knights, who were meant to supervise the tournament,
Had arrived.
Some matches had even been called off—
Because this scene, this battle, had already eclipsed the rest of the tournament.
The explosive aura of a Divine Limited Realm cultivator shook everyone present!
There were no Divine Sons or Divine Daughters who had ever reached this level—not a single one.
So when the pressure of such a high-level existence erupted in the middle of the tournament, it was only natural that everyone rushed over!