The Dragon Clan War God King Appears

An immense shadow materialized high in the sky, towering like a mountain, pressing down upon heaven and earth. Its presence shook the very soul of every king present, causing their hearts to tremble.

The oppressive aura was beyond terrifying.

Ahead, a colossal dragon silhouette gradually came into focus, radiating a brilliance of ten thousand beams. Like a sacred mountain forged of gold, it stood revealed—a legendary inheritor of the Dragon Clan's royal lineage: the Lion King Dragon.

"You're still alive?!" The old Night Yaksha's face was a mask of utter disbelief.

Asura Semi-Ancestor, his red hair dancing wildly, also shook with shock. "Back when Dragon Island was sealed, you used your unmatched divine might to open a gate of escape for some of the Dragon Clan's powerful ones, but in the end, didn't you fall?"

At these words, every king in the sky erupted into an uproar. The implications were too shocking, too beyond belief. This golden, mountain-like dragon had a truly terrifying origin.

"Because the heavens could not accept me." The Lion King Dragon's tone was calm, but the meaning within it shook the spirit. That oppressive pressure was not deliberate but a natural emanation.

All the foreign kings and human powerhouses felt a deep reverence. Many began to murmur cautiously among themselves.

"The Lion King Dragon and the Tyrant Dragon are known as the strongest dragon lineages beneath the Ancestral Dragon!"

"It has already reached the Half-Ancestor realm, yet it bears none of the Ancestral Dragon's features. Has it not evolved toward the Ancestral Dragon path?"

...

This Lion King Dragon before them, mountainous in scale, had no Ancestral Dragon characteristics at all. Yet its presence was overwhelming, filled with a kingly aura born from heaven and earth. Its entire body glittered with dazzling golden light, as if cast from molten gold.

It stood hundreds of meters tall, over a kilometer in length. Its colossal dragon body, majestic as a mountain range, resembled a mighty lion—yet it could never be a mere lion. It was covered from head to tail in gleaming golden dragon scales. Its lion-like head was valiant and immense, its jade-green eyes like two deep, unplumbable pools. The 'mane' around its neck was composed entirely of enormous golden bone spikes tens of meters long, blazing with golden light—a vision of supreme martial grandeur.

Its four thick, powerful claws were like great pillars, each a hundred meters high and requiring dozens of people to encircle. In all, aside from its golden scales and its massive crocodile tail, this Lion King Dragon truly resembled a divine lion as vast as a mountain.

"Not taking the Ancestral Dragon as its evolutionary goal, born for battle, the guardian of the Dragon Clan—called the War God King of the Dragon Clan..." The old Night Yaksha's eyes flickered with a cold green light as he muttered to himself. "Hard to imagine... you survived. After being sealed for endless ages, you have reappeared in the world. I think many will be greatly shocked."

Everyone present was startled. The Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor had inadvertently revealed a secret: among the Dragon Clan kings, there existed a uniquely powerful War God King who evolved solely in his original form, never taking the Ancestral Dragon as his goal.

In Dragon Clan legend, such a battle dragon was nearly unmatched beneath the Ancestral Dragon!

"Ya ya..." The little beast Keke had already bounded joyfully to the front of the Dragon Clan guardian, her tender voice brimming with happiness. "Uncle Monster... you're the uncle monster I saw in my dreams!"

At these words, the entire scene went silent. Everyone was petrified, jaws dropping to the ground, mouths agape in utter bewilderment.

Uncle Monster?! The little creature actually dared to call him that! This immensely powerful War God King of the Dragon Clan, with his unique evolutionary path, having lived for endless ages, nearly invincible—was being addressed in such a manner by this little thing. It was simply beyond words.

Only Xiao Chen understood what was happening.

After Keke was born, she had possessed great Dragon Clan divine abilities, but even she had not known how she came to master them. Only over the past twenty-odd years, as the little one grew rapidly, did the fog in her memory gradually clear. A vision emerged in the sea of her recollections: a dragon king shimmering with golden light.

When Dragon Island was sealed, the Dragon Clan's War God King had not lost his divine nature nor degenerated into a mere wild beast. It was he who had taught Keke the great Dragon Clan divine abilities before she had even hatched from her seven-colored jade eggshell.

With a flash, ten thousand zhang of golden light converged. The mountain-like Lion King Dragon transformed into a valiant middle-aged man. His gaze was deep and unfathomable. He extended an arm, took Keke, and placed her on his shoulder.

"It really is Uncle Monster..." Keke was delighted beyond measure. She blinked her big eyes, looking at the Dragon Clan guardian, and murmured, "Thank you, Uncle Monster, for teaching me the divine abilities."

Everyone present was utterly disarmed. This little creature was far too at ease with strangers, and her persistent use of the title 'Uncle Monster' for the invincible War God King of the Dragon Clan was enough to drive anyone mad.

"After I taught you those abilities, I slept straight through until now..." The Dragon Clan guardian gently tapped Keke's forehead. Anyone could see that he doted on the little one.

"Uncle Monster, has the Ancestral Dragon returned to Dragon Island yet?"

When the little beast asked this, even the old Night Yaksha and Asura Half-Ancestor showed close attention. Back then, the Ancestral Dragon and the Yellow Emperor had charged into the depths of the starry sky and never returned. Everyone wanted to know the final outcome of that battle.

The Dragon Clan guardian shook his head. Then he turned to the old Night Yaksha and said, "From now on, set aside your killing intent. Do not lay a hand on it."

His flat words carried an immense pressure. Everyone knew who that 'it' referred to. No one had expected that for the sake of a little beast, the Dragon Clan's War God King would speak such words to a powerful Half-Ancestor.

"Would I stoop to its level?" The old Night Yaksha gave a heavy, cold snort.

Everyone's heart trembled. The Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor and Asura Half-Ancestor, two supreme powers standing together, both seemed wary of the Dragon Clan guardian. It gave a sense of just how formidable the legendary war dragon truly was.

The old Night Yaksha had tried to find a graceful way out, but the valiant middle-aged dragon king showed no mercy. In a very flat tone, he said, "You asked who altered the date of the trial battle? It was me."

The Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor's eyes shot out two cold rays. He was clearly angered, but in the end, he held back.

The Dragon Clan guardian swept his gaze over everyone. "I believe it can begin now."

The blood-red Asura Half-Ancestor tried to give the old Night Yaksha an out. "Opening it today is not impossible, though it is somewhat rushed."

The Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor gave a cold snort and said nothing.

"The hundred races are not harmonious, yet why must they draw such sharp distinctions? I think you all know very well where the races came from." The Dragon Clan guardian fixed his gaze on the old Night Yaksha and Asura Half-Ancestor. "Do not let petty personal concerns overshadow the greater mission. Do not forget the most fundamental purpose. Our great enemy lies not within the Nine Provinces nor the Four Worlds. Do not slaughter one another."

Asura Half-Ancestor nodded. "The trial battle is naturally meant to elevate the potential of all powerhouses. The top few cultivators who emerge victorious will receive a sacred baptism, gaining an opportunity to ascend to the Half-Ancestor realm."

The Dragon Clan guardian said no more to the two Half-Ancestors. He turned to the little beast. "Come back to Dragon Island with me."

Keke looked toward Xiao Chen, seeking his opinion. How could Xiao Chen disagree? The little one had always wanted to go back and see the place, but the Dragon Clan had kept the island sealed for so many years, making it impossible to enter.

"I'll be back to find you very soon..." The little white beast waved her small paws incessantly as she left.

The Dragon Clan guardian cast a deep glance at the Inverse Dragon King, the Black Dragon King, and the Azure Dragon King, then tore through space and vanished.

It was only now that everyone realized something: after over twenty years of the Dragon Clan sealing the island, it had likely finally been lifted. Countless powerful savage dragons would soon emerge from the island. This was a major event.

The Dragon Clan was one of the strongest races. The Inverse Dragon King, the Black Dragon King, and the others had not yet reached the Perfected Man realm—not because their talent was lacking, but because their cultivation time was far shorter than that of the Hundred Race kings.

"The trial battle officially begins today..." The old Night Yaksha, who had been nursing a belly full of anger, solemnly announced, his voice echoing across the sky. He also laid down a series of rules, among which a crucial one was that allied teams for killing enemies could have no more than five members.

This rule was deadly. With several great otherworldly Heavenly Kings present on the battlefield, this rule placed Xiao Chen's side at a severe disadvantage. Without reaching the Perfected Man realm, even five top powerhouses together could not stop a single Heavenly King.

With flashes of light, Tianwaitian and Renwairen tore through space and arrived. The two of them constantly opened spatial passages, teleporting human cultivators away one after another.

"This place has too high a density of powerhouses. They need to be dispersed."

Their actions only added to the old Night Yaksha's already simmering anger. But he soon calmed down and also began to teleport the various powerhouses.

When Xiao Chen emerged from the spatial passage, he found himself surrounded. Fury surged within him. The old Night Yaksha had thrown him here and then teleported wave after wave of otherworldly kings to this very spot. This was naked murder.

The Sea God King, the Earth King, the Night Yaksha Queen, and the War God King—these four Heavenly Kings were simultaneously teleported here by the old Night Yaksha. This was a true Heavenly King battle squad.

At the same time, there were fifteen otherworldly kings at the Fish-Leap realm, formed into three battle teams, glaring at Xiao Chen from all sides, sealing him in the center.

"Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor, I curse your grandmother!" This was a death sentence. So many powerhouses had him trapped in this space. It was a guaranteed kill formation.

With a flash of light, War King Ma Bao and four otherworldly kings were also teleported over. A fifth battle team appeared.

By now, Xiao Chen had completely marked the old Night Yaksha as his mortal enemy. This was clearly a setup to kill him—naked, undisguised.

"Don't worry, we'll take you on one team at a time. We won't break the rules," one of the otherworldly kings said with a loud laugh.

"Let us see just how strong a Perfected Man Heavenly King really is," another otherworldly king taunted.

"I heard that back in the day, you relied on the Yellow Clay Altar to fight invincibly across the world. Now, without that treasure on you, I wonder how many moves you can withstand."

"The so-called hero of the past might just become a coward today."

The taunts from the foremost otherworldly kings were harsh and grating.

Xiao Chen was surrounded by five battle teams, including several Perfected Man Heavenly Kings. Breaking out was impossible. If a full battle erupted, he would surely die.

At this moment, his only option seemed to be returning to the Death World. If he didn't have that trump card, he would probably be killed by the Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor right then and there.

"Whether I was what I was then, and what I am now—that is not for you to judge!" Xiao Chen's voice was icy. Even if he couldn't withstand so many kings, he could still take one or two down before he left.

The Eight Aspect Worlds—his origin worlds—manifested. Eight mysterious doors opened simultaneously. The power of eight mysterious worlds surged out in a frenzy, sweeping the four directions.

At the same time, he unleashed the Four Divine Hands. Mysterious Heavenly Stele shadow imprints appeared in the sky, their vast pressure covering the ten directions.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two otherworldly kings failed to dodge in time and were utterly shattered by the world-shaking divine techniques and combat arts, turning into a mist of blood that scattered across the sky.

"Kill!"

With the otherworldly kings' war cry, several battle teams moved simultaneously.

At this final moment, Xiao Chen did not return to the Death World. Instead, he suddenly changed his mind and decided to shatter the void and enter the World of Immortality.

As the spatial passage appeared, he stepped inside in an instant. Half of the otherworldly kings followed him in. Xiao Chen smiled coldly—this was exactly what he wanted. As long as he was not surrounded, no matter how many came, he had nothing to fear. With the Eight Aspect Extreme, he had ample opportunities to pick them off one by one.

"This is...?" Xiao Chen was stunned. When he tore through the void and flew out of the spatial passage, he was shocked to see cultivators flying on swords in the sky.

This was a mountain range dense with spiritual energy, like a celestial realm. Mist swirled, and ethereal palaces adorned the peaks. Everyone moving through these immortal mountains rode flying swords or magical treasures.

Xiao Chen immediately sensed something was wrong. This did not seem to be the World of Immortality. Rather, it resembled the legendary Cultivation World.

With swishing sounds, figures flashed into view. One after another, otherworldly kings flew out of the spatial passage. The first to arrive were the Night Yaksha Queen, the Sea God King, the Earth King, and Ma Bao, followed by a few battle teams of Fish-Leap realm kings.

The War God King had not pursued; his earlier appearance had only been due to the Night Yaksha Half-Ancestor's teleportation.

Even so, Xiao Chen had no chance of victory. Just the combined assault of the Night Yaksha Queen and the other Heavenly Kings would be more than enough to defeat him, not to mention the many otherworldly kings at the Fish-Leap realm.

However, after shattering the void, he was no longer surrounded. He could now flee at will. Without hesitation, Xiao Chen flew deep into this celestial mountain range.

With the Eight Aspect Extreme, Xiao Chen transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished in an instant. This was one of his greatest advantages when facing a siege.

Many cultivators in this immortal mountain range stared in astonishment at the group that had suddenly appeared in the sky. They were all greatly shocked.

"After him! Don't let him escape!"

"We must eliminate him!"

The otherworldly kings gave chase in a mighty wave. The cultivators in the immortal mountains quickly scattered out of their way, not daring to obstruct such a powerful group.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chen stopped a cultivator to ask directions and confirmed that he had indeed come to the Cultivation World—what the ancients called the Qi Refining World, or simply the Qi Realm.

"Ah!"

Half a day later, a scream rang out. A lone otherworldly king had been intercepted by Xiao Chen in a beautiful celestial mountain. Xiao Chen struck with thirteen consecutive Hands of the Supreme Being, like thirteen tidal waves of terror. The otherworldly king could not withstand them and was shattered into pieces in midair.

The various kings heard the scream and flew over in an instant.

"Be on guard! Do not act alone!" War King Ma Bao sent a loud telepathic warning to all the kings to be careful.

From the distant sky, Xiao Chen laughed coldly. "If you want to kill me, then be prepared to pay the heaviest price! The Cultivation World will be the burial ground for all of you!"

By the time the Night Yaksha Queen, the Sea God King, the Earth King, and War King arrived with their forces, Xiao Chen had already fled far away.

Ahead lay a stretch of beautiful celestial mountains, radiant with spiritual energy, dreamlike and ethereal.

At the foot of the mountains, there was a bamboo grove blazing with light, dense with spiritual energy. The life essence wafting from it could be felt from a great distance.

When Xiao Chen rushed closer, he saw that among the bamboo grove stood three stalks of jade bamboo. Their green bodies were crystalline and translucent, covered with blood-tear-like patterns. They very much resembled the legendary Divine Wood of the Ten Great Trees—the Blood-Tear Bamboo. And the entire grove's brilliant radiance came from these three stalks.

"The Ten Great Trees' Blood-Tear Bamboo has grown for over ten thousand years. It can be refined into a spiritual treasure," came a voice from deep within the bamboo grove.

"Truly top-grade divine wood. It would be most formidable if refined into a wood-attribute flying sword."

Several people were deep inside the grove.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out: "Xiao Chen... you're still alive?!"