The battlefield trembled.
Yan Zixian's Blood Dragon Awakening surged to life, crimson energy pouring from his body like a tidal wave of slaughter. His blood burned like molten steel, and behind him, a phantom dragon formed—a towering, blood-red wyrm wreathed in murderous intent.
The air grew thick with the scent of iron and death.
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. A bloodline ability? The intensity of it reminded him of the Phoenix flames he had felt from Feng Yuechan—it wasn't just raw power. It was lineage, inheritance, something etched into the bones of the user.
Yan Zixian grinned savagely. "You should be honored, Jiang Chen! This is the true power of the Blood Dragon Brotherhood!"
BOOOOOOOM!
The ground beneath him cracked as he launched forward, his entire being a storm of destruction. His fist, now reinforced by the power of his bloodline, shot toward Jiang Chen with the force to shatter mountains.
Jiang Chen stood still.
His golden-amber eyes flickered with something unreadable.
Then—
He sighed.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's get serious."
A deep hum filled the battlefield.
Then—BOOOOOOOM!
The very air collapsed inward as Jiang Chen's Starshadow Body activated in full force. His presence flickered, warping reality itself, and his entire being became ethereal yet overwhelming, as if he were an entity that existed between two worlds.
The transformation was instant.
His entire figure became suffused with cosmic darkness and void light. His robes fluttered despite the still air. A dark blue diamond insignia glowed on his forehead, pulsing with the might of the void. And most terrifying of all—his golden-amber eyes had deepened into a cosmic abyss, as if the stars themselves were trapped in his gaze.
Yan Zixian's charging form froze mid-step.
His instincts screamed at him—danger.
No—lethal danger.
His breath caught as his bloodline shuddered against something deeper than Qi, deeper than just cultivation. His very existence felt small before Jiang Chen's presence.
"What… what is that?" he whispered, his battle intent flickering.
But Jiang Chen didn't give him time to think.
BOOOOOOOM!
He vanished.
Yan Zixian's pupils shrank.
Where—?!
Then—BANG!
A fist slammed into his ribs.
He didn't even see it coming.
Yan Zixian was sent flying, his entire body warping through the battlefield like a meteor. He skidded across the ground, crashing through stone and steel, before slamming into a collapsed shrine pillar, cracking it in half.
Silence.
The Blood Dragon Brotherhood froze in place, staring at their leader—a man who had never been overpowered before—now buried in the rubble, coughing up blood.
The battlefield was still.
Jiang Chen exhaled slowly, his cosmic glow fading slightly. He flexed his fingers. This body… it's improving faster than I expected.
Yan Zixian groaned as he pushed himself up, his entire body aching from the impact. He coughed and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind reeling.
That… that wasn't normal.
What the hell kind of physique is that?!
Even among divine bloodlines, he had never seen anything like it.
Jiang Chen's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Is that all?" His smirk was razor-sharp, his golden-amber eyes gleaming with challenge.
Yan Zixian gritted his teeth.
Then—he grinned.
"Oh, now you've done it," he muttered, flames of excitement igniting in his gaze.
He slammed his fists together, his Blood Dragon Aura erupting even stronger.
The fight wasn't over.
It had just begun.
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The battlefield remained frozen in awe.
Jiang Chen's Starshadow Body pulsed with cosmic power, his presence looming like an unchallenged celestial force. The aftershock of his strike still lingered in the air, distorting space where Yan Zixian had been struck.
But the leader of the Blood Dragon Brotherhood wasn't done yet.
Yan Zixian spat out blood, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His entire body trembled—not from weakness, but from battle ecstasy. He hadn't been knocked around like that in years.
A grin stretched across his bruised face.
"Hah… Hahahaha! Finally!" Yan Zixian let out a booming laugh, his crimson aura flaring back to life. His bones creaked and expanded, the bloodline within him surging violently. "You're the first to actually hurt me in years! This is… this is fucking incredible!"
Jiang Chen smirked. "You sure talk a lot for someone I just sent flying."
Yan Zixian cracked his neck. BOOM! His blood energy ignited again, even more ferocious than before. The crimson phantom dragon behind him solidified, its massive fangs bared in rage. His body seemed bulkier, heavier, as though he had forcefully awakened a deeper level of his bloodline.
"You think you've seen my full strength?" Yan Zixian sneered, his eyes burning. "Let me show you why the Blood Dragon Brotherhood rules this battlefield!"
He slammed his fists together—BOOOOOM!
The ground beneath him exploded, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The crimson dragon behind him opened its maw, and Yan Zixian's body seemed to absorb its essence.
Then, he vanished.
Jiang Chen's eyes sharpened.
He's fast now!
Yan Zixian reappeared behind him, his fist coated in condensed dragon Qi.
"BLOOD DRAGON DOMINANCE!"
BOOOOOOOM!
Jiang Chen barely twisted his body in time, his Voidwalker ability activating instinctively. His form flickered as he dodged at the last moment—but the shockwave still blasted him backward.
His feet skidded across the ground, carving trenches into the stone. His arms tingled from the impact.
This guy… was getting stronger.
Yan Zixian grinned. "Hah! What's wrong? You were cocky just a moment ago!"
Jiang Chen smirked, shaking off the numbness.
"You're finally entertaining."
BOOOOOOOM!
Jiang Chen vanished.
Yan Zixian's expression changed. Shit!
Before he could react—
BANG!
A knee slammed into his stomach.
BANG!
An elbow cracked against his ribs.
BANG!
A palm strike sent him reeling.
Jiang Chen was moving too fast, too unpredictably. The power of Voidwalker, combined with his Chaos Qi, made him an untouchable phantom on the battlefield.
Yan Zixian roared in frustration.
"Enough!"
His aura erupted violently, pushing Jiang Chen back slightly.
A deep crimson dragon scale armor materialized across his skin, reinforcing his body. His bloodline was fully unleashed now—his eyes burned with an ancient, primal light.
"Now," Yan Zixian cracked his knuckles. "Let's see how long you can keep up."
The battlefield shook as the real fight began.
Meanwhile, Bai Muchen was tearing through Blood Dragon Brotherhood cultivators.
His Titan's Ascension ability had fully awakened, and his form had doubled in size. Each step he took cracked the battlefield, and every punch sent enemies flying like ragdolls.
A squad of Blood Dragon Brotherhood elites rushed him from all sides.
One swung a massive halberd—
Bai Muchen caught it with one hand.
"Not bad," he grinned. Then, he ripped it from the wielder's hands and shattered it over his knee.
Another disciple unleashed a bloodline technique, forming a spear of condensed dragon energy.
Bai Muchen let it hit him head-on.
The spear snapped on impact.
Bai Muchen exhaled slowly. His body felt stronger than ever. Every clash, every hit he took, only made him more powerful.
"Hah. This is perfect," he murmured. Then, he charged forward, fists raised.
BOOOOOOOOM!
A single punch shattered the battlefield.
Xiao Dong was in his element.
The battle had devolved into pure, brutal chaos—and he was thriving.
His newly awakened battle instinct allowed him to read attacks before they happened, dodging with the perfect amount of movement before counterattacking.
A Blood Dragon Brotherhood disciple lunged at him with a sword—
Xiao Dong leaned just enough to let the blade graze his robes, then slammed his knee into the attacker's gut.
BANG!
The enemy folded in half, coughing blood.
Another disciple launched a spear thrust at his neck—
Xiao Dong ducked, twisted, and smashed an elbow into their jaw.
CRACK!
A tooth flew into the air.
Xiao Dong laughed. "Oh, this is way too much fun!"
He weaved through the battlefield like a storm, striking and moving with pinpoint accuracy.
Then—BOOOOM!
A huge Blood Dragon cultivator dropped in front of him.
"Enough running, you rat!" the brute roared, swinging a warhammer.
Xiao Dong grinned.
"Finally, someone worth punching."
The battlefield had become a warzone.
Jiang Chen and Yan Zixian clashed, their blows creating shockwaves that ripped through the land.
Bai Muchen rampaged like a giant, unstoppable force, every strike obliterating his enemies.
Xiao Dong danced through the battlefield, delivering brutal counterattacks with perfect timing.
The Blood Dragon Brotherhood was strong.
But Jiang Chen's faction was stronger.
And then—
BOOOOOOM!
The celestial voice of the Temple descended upon the battlefield.
"One shrine has fallen."
"Only nine remain."
The battlefield froze.
The factions realized—
The real battle was only beginning.