275: Chapter 275 Mixed-Blood Demon

There was no fear here, no despair, only a cluster of raging fire—

A cluster of unyielding fire that would burn everything to ashes and never extinguish, burning brightly in the depths of his eyes.

"Just by relying on you... do you even deserve to covet... the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline?"

Broken syllables spilled from Chu Zhanxiao's throat. His voice was hoarse as if rasped by sandpaper, yet it carried a contempt carved into his very marrow, enunciated word by word, resonant and powerful—

Like a blunt blade, cutting fiercely into Saint Son Yao Wuyue's heart.

"Mixed-blood... Prodigy!"

"Sharp-tongued!"

These two words were like an ice-tempered dagger, fiercely stabbing at Saint Son Yao Wuyue's reverse scale.

The smile on his face instantly froze, his expression darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye. Purple light surged around his body, and baleful Qi churned like a tide; even the air seemed frozen solid, and the temperature in the hall plummeted—

Forming fine shards of ice.

What he hated most was others mentioning his impure Bloodline!

"You seek death!"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue roared, suddenly raising his hand, his five fingers curling into a claw. At his fingertips, purple-black Demonic Qi gathered madly, transforming into a twisted mass of black mist that reached across the air toward the vital Dantian of Chu Zhanxiao!

"When this Saint personally rips out that Ancestral Dragon Blood Crystal from your Dantian and crushes it into powder, let's see how you can still talk tough!"

The moment his words fell, a massive ghost claw that blotted out the sky took form. The tips of the claws were wreathed in shrieks that tore through the Void Realm, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth as it lunged straight at Chu Zhanxiao!

Wherever it passed, the air exploded inch by inch, emitting sonic booms. The light curtain of the Formation trembled violently, covered in dense cracks, and emitted an unbearable humming sound—

As if it would shatter in the next second.

However, at the very moment the tip of the ghost claw was about to touch Chu Zhanxiao's chest—

"Boom——!!!"

A roar that sounded like heaven and earth collapsing, accompanied by a Dragon roar that shook the universe, approached from outside the hall with unimaginable speed and power!

This Dragon roar was ancient, vast, and majestic, carrying a domineering aura that looked down upon the Three Realms, as if it came from the primordial era, piercing through the layers of barriers of the Myriad Demon Palace—

It shook the entire hall so violently that the pillars swayed and the tiles threatened to fall!

Immediately following was a series of teeth-aching cracking sounds—the nine-layered defensive Formation on the periphery of the Myriad Demon Palace was violently pierced through as if it were made of paper. The core Restrictions shattered inch by inch, and the roaring sounds rose and fell, deafening—

Even the waves of the Burial Star Sea were stirred by this momentum, raising towering, violent surges!

The entire hall shook violently, pillars cracked, and tiles fell with a rustle. The Soul-Eroding Formation trapping Chu Zhanxiao flashed wildly, flickering on and off, its Formation patterns swaying like a candle in the wind.

Those Demonic vines that were madly draining his blood seemed to have been struck hard by an invisible giant hand, instinctively shrinking back, their barbs even loosening slightly—

The speed of blood absorption slowed down.

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's expression changed drastically, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpricks. The ghost claw that was about to touch Chu Zhanxiao involuntarily paused violently, stopping in mid-air.

He looked up suddenly, staring in sheer terror at the direction of the hall entrance, a strong sense of unease surging in his heart—

His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

What is going on?

The defensive Formation of the Myriad Demon Palace could withstand even an ordinary Immortal Emperor for a while. Who on earth could break in so easily while carrying such terrifying Dragon might?

His Divine Sense subconsciously spread out to cover the area, wanting to find out who the newcomer was.

It was this hesitation of less than a breath!

"Roar——!!!"

A Dragon roar exploded once more!

This time, it did not come from the outside, but directly from within Chu Zhanxiao's body, breaking through flesh and blood, tearing through his Meridians—

Resounding throughout the entire hall!

This Dragon roar was more violent, more majestic, and more furious than the roar from outside, as if a giant Dragon that had slept for eternity had finally been awakened, carrying the rage to burn all blasphemers to ashes—

Shaking the eardrums of everyone in the hall until they bled, causing their Divine Souls to tremble!

Everyone felt an overwhelming Dragon might suddenly sweep out. Chu Zhanxiao's originally dull eyes erupted in an instant with dazzling silver and gold light!

His left eye was like the sun, with ten thousand feet of golden light, so scorching that one could not look directly at it; his right eye was like the bright moon, with cold, piercing silver light, carrying supreme majesty within its coolness.

One gold and one silver, reflecting each other, brilliant like the eyes of a god, looking down upon all living beings.

The blood flowing from the wounds on his body caused by the Demonic vines was no longer that weak bright red, but suddenly lit up with a brilliant silver-gold!

Wherever that light flowed, it emitted a pure, ancient, and supreme Dragon might, as if a primordial Dragon God had awakened from Chaos, looking down upon all living beings—

Making all the Yao Race in the hall feel fear from the depths of their Bloodline, causing them to kneel on the ground one after another, trembling.

"Ssss— Ssss— Ssss—"

This Soul-Eroding Demonic Qi, which penetrated deep into the marrow and eroded the Divine Soul, under this silver-gold radiance and brilliant Dragon might, was like snow meeting the scorching sun. It instantly emitted a shrill hiss, melting and retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a trace behind—

Completely annihilated.

The pitch-black Formation chains of Demonic energy that were wrapped around his limbs and bones were like being branded by a red-hot iron, emitting sizzling sounds, twisting and contracting madly, with charred marks appearing on their surfaces, cracking inch by inch—

As if they would snap at any moment!

"What?!"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's pupils shrank abruptly, the look of terror on his face could no longer be hidden, and he screamed out, his voice cracking.

He stumbled back half a step, tripped, and almost fell, his face full of disbelief, staring fixedly at the scene before him—

As if he had seen a ghost.

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

The Soul-Eroding Formation is a supreme treasure of the Yao Race, set up by several Mahayana Stage powerhouses working together. Once trapped, one's Divine Soul and essential blood will be slowly devoured. Even if you are a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, you can only become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

He had never heard of anyone who could, while inside the Soul-Eroding Formation and with their essential blood and Divine Soul being heavily extracted, still erupt with such pure, such powerful Dragon Origin power!

This cannot be explained by just "a trace" of the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline!

Chu Zhanxiao's lowered head slowly lifted.

His one gold and one silver eyes coldly locked onto Saint Son Yao Wuyue. In this gaze, there was no longer any of the previous weakness or pain, only a killing intent boiled to the extreme, and a kind of... fury from the very source of his Bloodline, as if he had been offended by the lowliest ant!

That was the majesty belonging to the primordial Ancestral Dragon, sacred and inviolable—

Allowing no blasphemy whatsoever!

"Mixed-blood... Prodigy..."

Chu Zhanxiao's voice became low and majestic, every word seeming to carry the echo of a Dragon roar, shaking Saint Son Yao Wuyue's eardrums until they hurt and his Divine Soul trembled:

"You dare to... lay a finger on my things?!"

The moment his words fell, the bones and muscles all over Chu Zhanxiao's body suddenly emitted a series of crackling explosions, like thunder striking!

The aura that had originally been suppressed to the extreme climbed and rebounded madly at a terrifying speed, like a volcanic eruption—

Unstoppable!

It was not his own power recovering, but something from deep within his body, something completely triggered by extreme pain, life-and-death crises, and Saint Son Yao Wuyue's blasphemous actions...

The ancient Legacy belonging to the primordial Ancestral Dragon was slowly awakening!

A Dragon might, far more immense than before, swept out like a tsunami. The floor tiles of the entire hall shattered inch by inch, rubble flew, the Formation light curtain teetered on the brink of collapse, and there were more and more cracks on its surface—

As if it would shatter completely and vanish into nothingness at any moment!

This was the instinctive backlash of the True Dragon Dao Body when forced to the limit in the abyss of a desperate situation!

It was the proud Dragon roar emitted when the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, flowing deep within the marrow and engraved in the source of the Divine Soul, was coveted by filth and maliciously blasphemed, breaking through its shackles.

This sound was not ordinary, carrying the majesty and rage of the ancient Ancestral Dragon, shaking the Void Realm until it trembled slightly—

It was the most primitive, most resolute cry of the Bloodline protecting its master!

What was even more alarming was that the protective Seal that Chu Changsheng had personally branded deep within his soul sea all those years ago was actually slowly loosening at this moment!

This Seal had been silent for eternity, only awakening with a roar when the host encountered a life-and-death catastrophe involving Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, or a devastating crisis where their Bloodline was forcibly stripped or their Dao foundation was destroyed—

But at this moment, due to the near-death cry of the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, it broke its ten-thousand-year silence, revealing a trace of world-destroying protective power!

"Not good!"

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's pupils shrank abruptly, the shock in his eyes flashing like lightning, but in an instant, it settled into bone-chilling coldness and composure.

As expected of the Young Lord of the Myriad Demon Palace, who held the power of life and death over all Yao, having experienced countless bloody storms, even when a sudden anomaly occurred, he could discern the crux of the matter in an instant—

Stabilizing his mind.

His gaze suddenly became as sharp as a poison-tempered cold blade, the Demonic wind around him swirling and reversing, the black mist churning like ink—

He already understood in his heart.