141: Chapter 141 Thunder Dragon Battles Demon Shadow

"Roar——!!!"

From deep within Nangong Tianlong's throat rolled a low, raspy, terrifying roar that no longer sounded human.

That sound was like the final, most shrill wail of a dying ancient Vicious Beast as its throat was ripped open, intermingled with the ear-piercing, sharp noise of countless rusty iron sheets scraping against each other. Combined, they formed an eerie demonic sound that struck directly at the Soul!

The sound waves rippled outward, causing the eardrums of countless people in the viewing stands to ache as if they would split, their Divine Soul shaking violently. Those with weaker cultivation even had blood seeping from their seven orifices, clutching their heads in agony.

"Boom——!!!"

Accompanied by this inhuman roar, the gold and black Qi crazily entangling and churning around him erupted explosively!

It was no longer just entwining; it transformed into a terrifying, dual-colored tornado storm that connected heaven and earth, spanning over ten zhang in diameter, rising straight into the sky! It completely swallowed his figure within it!

Within the storm, the ink-black portion now seemed like a living creature with an independent life, crazily twisting, writhing, and screeching!

They transformed into countless fine black tentacles, resembling billions of greedy venomous insects, recklessly eroding, infiltrating, and contaminating those golden Dragon Qi that were originally brilliant as the sun and symbolized the glory of the Dragon Clan!

Gold and black were no longer a distinct opposition but had begun a nauseating, forced, and twisted "Fusion"!

"Chi chi chi..."

The terrifying wound on his chest, pierced by the lightning spear and deep enough to see the bone, now shimmered with a heart-trembling, gray, decaying light—as if from the depths of a grave—under the frantic entanglement and infusion of the dense Devilish Qi.

The broken bone fragments forcibly aligned and joined at a speed visible to the naked eye, in an extremely twisted, physiologically impossible posture, emitting a teeth-aching "cluck-cluck" sound.

The everted, charred flesh was forcibly pushed back and smoothed out as if by an invisible palm, like a receding black tide, rapidly "healing"!

In just a short breath or two, that originally fatal wound had vanished, leaving only an ugly, pale black, centipede-like twisted scar crawling on his bronze-colored skin.

However—

His entire aura, far from improving due to the "recovery of injuries," had instead become increasingly cold, violent, and chaotic!

It was as if a forbidden Seal had been opened, releasing the evil ferocity imprisoned in the deepest part of his Soul!

"Creak... creak..."

His originally straight-as-a-pine, powerful physique hunched slightly, as if it were carrying an overly massive and twisted power within.

His hands were clenched tightly, the knuckles turning deathly pale from excessive force. His fingernails had quietly grown over half an inch, the tips flashing with a cold, ominous, jet-black sharp light, like daggers quenched in deadly poison.

With him as the center, the space within a radius of several zhang seemed to be frozen and solidified by this monstrous, evil, and cold Qi!

The air was permeated with a pungent odor—a mixture of thick rust and stale blood—that made one want to retch and feel uneasy.

It was as if a world-destroying Vicious Beast, imprisoned for eternal ages and feeding on slaughter and despair, was crazily struggling and roaring within his broken shell, attempting to break free from the final shackles and fully awaken!

"To be able to force me... to use this power..."

Nangong Tianlong slowly raised his head. His voice was no longer clear and dignified, becoming exceptionally raspy and dry, and even... carrying an eerie, overlapping sensation, as if two completely different consciousnesses were crazily tearing at each other and fighting for control within his throat.

The first half of the sentence still faintly retained a trace of the former "Nangong Tianlong's" arrogance and coldness.

"Chu Zhanxiao..."

The second half of the sentence, however, had completely devolved into a bestial roar filled with ferocity, madness, and a desire for destruction!

"...You have enough to be proud of!!!"

"Rip——!"

He no longer maintained the dark gold robe that symbolized the nobility of the Dragon Clan and the glory of the Nangong family.

He allowed the viscous, tangible jet-black Devilish Qi surging from within his body to erupt from every pore, like countless greedy tentacles, instantly tearing and shredding the priceless battle robe, turning it into cloth scraps flying across the sky!

Beneath the cloth scraps, the exposed skin was no longer smooth.

Instead, it was covered in dense, spiderweb-like black, eerie patterns that constantly pulsed slightly and shimmered with a ghostly light! These patterns were deep enough to reach the bone, as if branded into the depths of his Bloodline. Every faint throb was like countless tiny venomous snakes crazily traveling and slithering beneath his skin, bringing inhuman pain and... power!

Boom——!!!

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding his peak state by a hundred or a thousand times, like a world-destroying volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years, erupted and spread violently with Nangong Tianlong as the center!

"Crack, crack, crack——!!!"

Underfoot, the arena floor, paved with the top-tier spiritual material "Ice Soul Cold Jade" known as "undamaged for a thousand years," could no longer bear it, instantly covered in terrifying, spiderweb-like dense cracks that were over a foot deep!

Deep within the cracks, it was no longer the cool Spiritual Qi of jade, but viscous, pungent, fishy-smelling black waves of Qi "gurgling" out! These black Qi crazily devoured and contaminated the pure icy aura of the Cold Jade itself, transforming it into an even colder Devilish realm Evil Qi!

"Hum hum hum——Bang!!!"

The strongest protective light barrier covering the entire arena, set up jointly by several Formation Great Masters, was now like a soap bubble in a storm, violently fluctuating, twisting, expanding, and contracting!

On the surface of the light barrier, the originally stable Formation patterns flickered and dimmed crazily, emitting humming and cracking sounds of being overwhelmed, like a dying wail!

Countless pale red, hideous cracks, like ruptured blood vessels, rapidly appeared and spread on the surface of the light barrier! It seemed that in the next second, this final barrier would, like fragile glass, completely... shatter and disintegrate!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!!"

In the viewing stands, whether they were ordinary Cultivators or Elders of various Sects, all turned pale with horror, exclaiming and retreating violently! Some lower-level Disciples who reacted a bit slowly were directly struck by this invisible yet terrifying evil pressure, their faces instantly turning pale as paper, their legs softening, and they "thumped" to their knees, trembling like chaff!

They only felt a cold, viscous, evil-natured Qi filled with madness and despair, like invisible poisonous needles, arrogantly drilling into their minds and piercing directly into their Divine Soul!

It was as if ten thousand aggrieved ghosts were screeching shrilly in their ears, and endless seas of blood and mountains of corpses were flickering and sinking before their eyes! Their minds swayed violently, their Dao Heart almost lost, and even the simplest act of breathing became as difficult and painful as drowning!

"What kind of demonic power is this?! How vicious and evil!!!"

An old white-haired Elder from a major Righteous Path Sect, with his beard and hair bristling, roared sternly, his face ashen. He quickly pinched out several complex and profound defensive hand Seals, transforming them into layers of clear light to firmly protect himself and the terrified Disciples beside him. His gaze was like lightning, staring fixedly at the arena, "The Young Lord of the Nangong family, a descendant of a prestigious family, how could he... how could he Cultivate such a deranged and evil technique?!"

"Senior Brother Nangong... Senior Brother Nangong... how did he become like this..."

In a corner of the stands, a female Disciple who had once cheered for Nangong Tianlong and admired his demeanor now had red-rimmed eyes, tears streaming down. Her voice trembled violently from fear and sadness, almost incoherent, "He was once... so gentle as jade, bright and open-minded... it's not like this... it's not..."

On the high platform, the Imperial Dynasty referee, responsible for maintaining order and possessing profound cultivation, had a face as solemn as iron casting. His fingers unconsciously clenched tightly on the emergency transmission token at his waist, his knuckles turning white.

He turned his head abruptly to look at the gray-robed old man beside him who had been resting with his eyes closed, his aura like an abyss or a mountain—this person was the specially invited overseer for this Hundred Dynasties War, a reclusive powerhouse from some mysterious ancient Sect, and the chief referee of this competition.

"Senior... this aura..."

The Imperial Dynasty referee's voice carried a tremor originating from the depths of his Soul, which even he himself had not noticed, "It has both the cold, filthy nature of Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques and the overbearing, tragic intensity of some... long-lost ancient forbidden technique... the two actually... can actually be fused together so eerily and so perfectly?! This... what on earth is this?!?"

The gray-robed old man—the chief referee—had already opened his eyes. That was a pair of eyes that were weathered, deep, yet at this moment, sharp as a world-opening divine blade!

His gaze was like lightning, as if capable of piercing through falsehoods, locked fixedly on the viscous black Qi that was churning endlessly and constantly changing forms around Nangong Tianlong, as if analyzing its most essential source.

His voice was low and slow, yet carried a heavy pressure like a mountain about to collapse. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth by some tremendous force:

"There are indeed traces of Demonic Technique... and it is definitely not an ordinary Demonic Path Legacy; its source is very ancient, very evil..."

He paused, a flash of extremely rare solemnity and... suspicion appearing in his eyes.

"But within this black Qi, it is strangely mixed with the unique Bloodline fluctuations of his Nangong family's 'Tyrant Blood Azure Dragon Body'... it is as if... as if someone used heaven-defying means to forcibly graft and fuse some extremely ancient, extremely evil forbidden technique into the Origin of his Dragon Clan Bloodline!"

"This child's mind has likely been eroded by this evil power for the most part, suffering from Qi Deviation, inducing the devil into his body without knowing it... or rather, he accepts it willingly! At this moment, he is no longer a pure Human Race, nor a pure Dragon Clan descendant, and even less a pure demonic creature..."

The chief referee's voice grew lower and lower, finally turning into a barely audible sigh, yet it contained a shocking judgment:

"But a monster... forcibly blended and spawned from the three!"

On the arena.

The gale howled, the Devilish Qi was monstrous, the space was frozen, and ten thousand ghosts wailed.

However, Chu Zhanxiao, who was at the very center of the storm and enduring the most direct impact, remained as immovable as a rock from the eternal past!

He allowed that cold, bone-chilling, violent, and crazy Evil Qi to rush toward him like a tsunami, impacting his protective lightning light and emitting "chi chi" sounds of erosion.

His eyes were cold, like a divine blade tempered in the depths of ten-thousand-year black ice, without the slightest wavering. Only in the depths of his pupils, those two points of silver lightning light burned increasingly fiercely and purely!

"Roar——!!!"

Behind him, that silver Thunder Dragon that had been circling and guarding him, as if sensing its master's monstrous Battle Intent and the provocation of that demonic aura, let out an angry roar that shook the Nine Heavens!

Its Dragon head held high, pointing straight at the firmament. Within its Dragon mouth, the silver-white lightning, incandescent to the extreme, crazily gathered and compressed, as if brewing a world-opening strike!

On the layered Dragon scales, billions upon billions of fine purple-gold electric arcs crazily leaped and cracked, each one emitting the pure Yang Qi that was most Yang and most rigid, cleansing the universe!

The silver-white lightning light and the jet-black Devilish Qi formed the most distinct and ultimate opposition on this arena!

Like a brilliant sun, scorching the endless abyss! Where the lightning reached, the Devilish Qi retreated and evaporated, emitting shrill hisses!

"Stealing the power of demons, defiling the Dragon Clan Bloodline, willingly falling into depravity, sinking into the Demonic Path—"

Chu Zhanxiao opened his mouth. His voice was not particularly loud, yet like the world-destroying thunder from the Nine Heavens, every word, clearly and carrying an awe-inspiring, inviolable supreme Righteous Path and brilliant Heavenly Dao might, explosively rang in everyone's ears and hearts!

"Nangong Tianlong, you—"

"Have entered the Demonic Path, beyond redemption!!!"

The sound waves oscillated, containing a trace of the True Dragon Dao Body and the power of the lightning Righteous Path, actually dispersing most of the negative effects brought by that omnipresent, mind-eroding eerie demonic sound! It made many swaying spectators feel their spirits clear up!

"Demonic Path?! Hahaha——!!!"

Nangong Tianlong suddenly looked up and laughed wildly. The laughter was shrill, manic, filled with hysterical meaning, and no trace of reason remained.

"Power! It is just power! Why distinguish between Righteous and evil?! Why discuss the Demonic Path?!"

He abruptly stopped his laughter, his dark red pupils, completely filled with madness and the desire for destruction, staring fixedly at Chu Zhanxiao, his voice raspy like sandpaper rubbing:

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit! It has been so since ancient times!!!"

"Today—I will kill you! Devour everything of yours! Step on your corpse to reach the top! Then no one—will dare say I am the Demonic Path!!!"

"I, am the only... King!!!"

The moment the last word "King" was roared out—

"Whoosh——!!!"

His figure, as if completely merged into that churning darkness, shot out! His speed was more than several times faster than his previous ghostly movement technique! It had almost reached the theoretical limit that a Golden Core Stage Cultivator could achieve, and even... faintly exceeded it!

Behind him, dozens of solidified, twisted, and hideous jet-black afterimages trailed, as if countless demonized "him" were pouncing out at the same time!

Wherever he passed, even light was completely swallowed and annihilated by that viscous black Qi, leaving behind patches of brief, pure, and heart-trembling dark areas!

He no longer used any flashy Divine Ability techniques, and even abandoned the Bloodline Divine Abilities derived from the "Tyrant Blood Azure Dragon Body" such as the Dragon Claw, Dragon Tail, and Dragon Roar.

He just used the most primitive, most barbaric, and most direct— Both fists out together! Bombarding Chu Zhanxiao!

On the fist tips, dense, viscous jet-black energy, like liquid and constantly writhing and churning, was condensed!

This energy rapidly deformed and expanded in mid-air, transforming into two—demonized Dragon heads—each over a zhang in diameter, lifelike, and hideous to the extreme!

This Dragon head no longer possessed even a sliver of the glory, majesty, or grandeur of the golden Dragon Clan.

There were only scales as black as ink that seemed capable of absorbing all light, and a pair of terrifying eyes that had completely transformed into a scarlet, blood-red hue, burning with endless violence and a desire for destruction!

Within its gaping, bloodthirsty maw were densely packed, sharp fangs that crisscrossed like sawteeth, constantly dripping with corrosive black venom!

As the venom dripped onto the ground, even the "Ice Soul Cold Jade" was corroded, emitting "hissing" white smoke and forming deep pits!

"Roar——!!!!!!"

Both demonized Dragon heads simultaneously unleashed a terrifying roar that was deafening and struck directly at the Soul!

The demonic sound was like countless steel needles coated in filth, ignoring physical defenses and piercing straight into the depths of Chu Zhanxiao's Sea of Consciousness, intending to disrupt his mind and pollute his Dao Heart!

As this punch was thrown, the world seemed to suddenly dim, leaving only these two malevolent, light-devouring demonic Dragon heads!

The sound of ghosts weeping and gods howling filled every inch of space, and the phantoms of vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts floated and shrieked within the black Devilish Qi!

Even the stable space around them, under the pressure of this extremely evil and overbearing power, rippled with violent distortions, as if it were a piece of rag stretched to its limit, ready to be... completely torn apart by this force at any moment!

"True Dragon Precious Technique——"

Facing this world-destroying, monstrously evil strike, Chu Zhanxiao felt not a shred of fear in his eyes. Instead, his scorching Battle Intent roared like a fire thrown into boiling oil, surging violently and transforming into a raging inferno capable of burning through the eight wildernesses!

"True Dragon Seal!!!"

He spoke with a voice like rolling thunder, and his hands formed Seals at lightning speed before his chest!

The Seal was ancient, profound, and magnificent, as if it contained the supreme principles of the birth and death of thunder, and the soaring of a True Dragon!

"Boom——!!!"

Around him, the already intensely blazing silver lightning, like billions of heavenly soldiers obeying an emperor's command, surged and gathered frantically before him!

The silver-white electric currents transformed into a roaring river of thunder, carrying the supreme majesty to purify all evil and cleanse the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, frantically compressing and condensing before the Seal of his hands!

In the blink of an eye!

An ancient, vast silver Seal, a full zhang in diameter and flowing with pure, mercury-like lightning, took shape and hovered in the air!

The main body of the Seal was not a simple aggregation of energy; its surface was densely carved with countless complex, ancient, and intricate thunder Dragon patterns!

Each Dragon pattern seemed to possess life, moving on its own and entwined with wisps of the most refined and pure purple-gold destructive electric arcs!

Atop the Seal, a phantom of the Dragon God—clad in silver armor, wearing a Dragon crown, wielding thunder, with eyes as majestic and cold as the Heavenly Dao, looking down upon all living beings as ants—slowly emerged and solidified!

Although the Dragon God phantom was small, it radiated supreme majesty and vast Divine Might, rising above the mundane and judging all sins and evils in the world!

The thunder Dao rhyme and pure Yang righteous Qi naturally radiating from its body formed the ultimate opposition to Nangong Tianlong's monstrous Devilish Qi, standing toe-to-toe without yielding in the slightest!

The next instant——

Rumble, rumble——!!!!

The pitch-black destructive fist mark, condensed from the demonized Dragon heads, and the vast, brilliantly shining silver thunder Seal wielded by the Dragon God, collided head-on at the very center and highest point above the arena, without any tricks, solidly—clashing violently!!!

The might, the destructive power, and the level of energy contained in this collision... far exceeded the sum of all previous confrontations!

It had even completely transcended the scope that a "Golden Core Stage" duel should have!

"Crackle——!!!"

An indescribably blinding, intense light instantly erupted, swallowing everything on the arena!

The brilliant silver thunder light, containing the power of Heavenly Dao punishment, and the viscous black Devilish Qi, which eroded everything and polluted all things, frantically intertwined, strangled, annihilated, and exploded in mid-air!

The silver-white thunder roared, transforming into countless thunder Dragons, thunder swords, and thunder whips, attempting to completely smash, purify, and evaporate the filthy black Devilish Qi into nothingness!

The viscous black Devilish Qi, like maggots on a bone with immortal properties, or perhaps the deepest of swamps, spread frantically, wrapping around every bolt of thunder. At the cost of being constantly consumed itself, it greedily devoured, polluted, and assimilated that most Yang and rigid thunder power!

At the very center of the collision, space was like fragile glass; first, countless fine black cracks appeared, then it suddenly collapsed inward, forming a brief and terrifying miniature black hole vortex, frantically devouring all surrounding energy and matter, only to be instantly burst open by an even more violent force!

The destructive energy shockwave, like a world-ending hurricane formed by the simultaneous explosion of billions of suns, swept, ravaged, and crushed outward in a sphere from the collision point, with no restraint, frantically!

"Whoosh——Boom!!!"

A terrifying energy hurricane, clearly visible to the naked eye, mixed with silver and black colors and exceeding a hundred zhang in diameter, instantly formed, sweeping across the entire arena and slamming fiercely into the surrounding protective light barrier!

Within the arena, all remaining rubble, broken wood, and even the energy embers left from previous exchanges were easily swept up by this hurricane, instantly shredded into the finest powder, and annihilated without a trace!

"Not good!"

"Stabilize the Formation!"

On the high platform, even those Elders of various Sects and giants of the Imperial Dynasty, who were deep in cultivation and accustomed to storms, all changed color at this moment, exclaiming in succession!

They could no longer maintain their composure and were forced to immediately bring out their strongest defensive Magic Treasures and unleash their trump card defensive Divine Abilities!

For a time, various treasures of light, protective barriers, and Dharma manifestations lit up on the spectator platform, barely managing to stabilize their figures amidst the aftermath of the destructive shockwave and protect their Disciples.

Around the arena, those few judges, whose cultivation was at least at the Nascent Soul Stage, had their faces turn instantly pale as paper!

"Pfft!"

Two of them, due to the backlash from the Formation, directly spat out a mouthful of blood!

The golden Seal chains they had previously reinforced onto the protective light barrier now let out "creaking" groans of being unable to bear the load, snapping inch by inch!

The light barrier itself flickered to the extreme, the pale red cracks on its surface spreading and deepening frantically, almost covering every inch of the "wall," looking like it was about to be like a shattered eggshell in the next instant, completely... crumbling and disintegrating!

"Fellow Daoists, assist me!"

The gray-robed head judge could finally no longer stand by and watch; he stood up abruptly and pressed his withered palm forward!

A vast, unfathomable, and torrential amount of magic power surged out, transforming into a giant gray palm covering a small half of the sky, pressing heavily onto the protective light barrier that was about to collapse!

At the same time, several other strongest hidden old monsters on the high platform also acted simultaneously, several torrents of magic power in different colors merging in. Only then, like injecting fuel into a fire about to be extinguished, did they barely manage to re-stabilize the violently fluctuating, nearly shattering light barrier.

But even so, the light barrier was still covered in cracks, its light dim, obviously having suffered heavy damage, and it would definitely be difficult to withstand another impact of the same level.

And inside the light barrier——

The energy storm slowly dissipated, revealing the tragic scene in the center of the arena.

Chu Zhanxiao's figure swayed slightly, and he retreated three steps "thud, thud, thud," each step leaving deep footprints on the cold jade ground. A stream of glaring, bright red blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his complexion flushed with a faint, abnormal flush.

The Qi and blood inside his body churned like boiling water, and his Meridians sent waves of stinging pain; obviously, in the super-limit clash just now, he had also suffered not-insignificant internal injuries.

But his waist remained as straight as a spear!

His gaze remained as sharp as a peerless divine blade drawn from its sheath, coldly piercing through the thinning smoke and dust, firmly locking onto the figure opposite him.

Behind him, the phantom of the silver thunder Dragon had its light significantly dimmed, and the thunder light on its Dragon body was also much sparser, but it still held its head high, maintaining a roaring and fighting posture. In its Dragon eyes, thunder light leaped, without the slightest fear or retreat!

And on the other side——

"Bang!!!"

Nangong Tianlong's figure, as if hit head-on by an archaic divine mountain, was violently shaken and sent flying backward by the raging shockwave, crossing a distance of dozens of zhang, and finally, like a meteorite, slammed heavily and solidly against the inner wall of the cracked, tottering protective light barrier behind him!

It emitted a dull, loud noise that made hearts and livers tremble!

The light barrier dented violently inward, and the cracks spread again!

On his arms, the sleeves that were barely maintained by Devilish Qi had long been torn to shreds by the violent thunder and had disappeared.

The two exposed arms were now covered with terrifying, charred, twisted, and bone-deep thunder strike wounds!

Within the wounds, there were even tiny silver-white electric currents like maggots on a bone, "hissing" and popping, constantly leaping and destroying, preventing the wounds from healing, and bringing continuous pain.

"Cough... Pfft!"

A large mouthful of filthy blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs and dark red, almost black in color, sprayed wildly from his mouth.

However——

The viscous black Devilish Qi around his body, however, seemed to have received the sweetest temptation and once again surged frantically and desperately!

The black Devilish Qi actively extended countless thicker, hideous black tentacles, like the gaping maw of a greedy glutton, not only wrapping, pulling, and devouring all the silver-white electric currents on his body, but even actively extending into the air, forcibly capturing and pulling over the remaining energy waves of thunder that had not yet completely dissipated, and swallowing them all into that bottomless darkness!

"Sizzle... hiss..."

As the black Devilish Qi devoured the thunder, it fluctuated and boiled violently; many tentacles were snapped and evaporated by the remaining thunder, emitting painful hisses.

But more black Devilish Qi rushed forward one after another.

And Nangong Tianlong's aura, in this crazy and bizarre "devouring" process, not only did not continue to weaken, but instead... quietly solidified and recovered a sliver!

Although insignificant, it was real!

Moreover, that ferocious, crazy, and destructive meaning became increasingly intense and pure!

It was as if this most Yang and rigid thunder, which should have restrained all evil, had actually become some kind of peculiar... "tonic" for him?!

"Your thunder..."

Nangong Tianlong slowly raised his head, stuck out his tongue, which was also covered with black patterns and had dark nails, and slowly licked the dark red, almost black blood from the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, that dark red crazy light did not weaken because of his injuries, but instead flickered with a creepy, greedy, and bloodthirsty desire, as if he had discovered a peerless treasure!

"...Indeed..."

He grinned, revealing teeth stained with black blood, his smile twisted and evil.

"...A great tonic!!!"

This Demonic Technique could actually backlash and devour the most Yang and rigid thunder power, converting it into its own nourishment?!

Chu Zhanxiao's pupils, at this moment, uncontrollably... contracted sharply!

In his heart, monstrous waves were stirred up!

He knew better than anyone what kind of pure and overbearing Innate purification and destructive power was contained in the "Heavenly Punishment Thunder" he derived from the Origin of his "True Dragon Dao Body"!

It was the natural nemesis of all evil, filth, and the Demonic Path in the world, and it was the magnificent Heavenly Might that cleansed the universe!

At this moment, it was actually being "utilized" by the opponent in such a bizarre and counter-intuitive way, and even became the "nutrient" for him to recover strength and strengthen himself?!

What kind of evil technique was this?! It was so rebellious against Yin and Yang, subverting common sense?!

However——

Those monstrous waves existed in his heart for only an instant.

The next second, they were completely crushed and replaced by an even more scorching, pure, and indomitable... monstrous Battle Intent!

Surprise? Doubt? Even a trace of instinctive fear?

No!

Before a true powerhouse, before Chu Zhanxiao, who wielded thunder and transformed into a True Dragon——

There was only... Battle!!!

"Can devour?"

Chu Zhanxiao slowly stood straight, raised his hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, the silver thunder light was no longer just sharp, but burned with a near-sacred fire that could incinerate everything!

The thunder light that had dimmed around his body exploded again with a bang! It was even more brilliant and condensed than before, and even carried a trace of determination to perish together!

"Then I—"

He raised his hands again, the Seal changed, and the thunder Dragon behind him let out a roar that shook the Nine Heavens. On the Dragon body, billions of thunder patterns lit up simultaneously!

"Will let you..."

"Devour!"

"To!"

"Your!"

"Fill!!!"

Before his words had faded——

"Boom-crack——!!!"

His figure had already transformed into a silver lightning bolt that tore through the sky, ignored distance, and pushed speed and determination to the extreme!!!

Not retreating, not maneuvering.

But... head-on! A clash!!!

Charging violently toward Nangong Tianlong, who was monstrous with Devilish Qi and resembled the Incarnation of the abyss!!!

Wherever the silver lightning passed, a clear, charred mark was plowed into space, unable to heal for a long time.

Within the thunder light were Chu Zhanxiao's eyes, as cold as an eternal abyss, yet as scorching as the core of a sun.