393: Chapter 393 Dragon Transformation - False Dragon Reigns Supreme

"It wasn't a secret technique; it was just a straightforward punch," Jiang Chen said in an indifferent tone.

"Hmph! You think victory is assured just because you broke my Power of Plunder? You are gravely mistaken!"

The Sovereign Lord snorted coldly, and a boundless divine might suddenly erupted from his body, as if thunder from the nine heavens was rolling and roaring deep within the clouds.

"Oh? This move is somewhat interesting. I truly want to see it." Jiang Chen's eyes shone brightly as his battle intent surged like fire; his heart actually raced with excitement due to his opponent's strength.

"With such vigor, you are indeed worthy of challenging the Great Qin Divine Dynasty—but as long as I remain standing, the Divine Dynasty shall never fall!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Sovereign Lord's arms surged with white light. The Law of Plunder coiled around his fists like a living thing, and he then threw both fists forward with brute force:

"Third Form: Dragon Submerged in the Abyss!"

Roar—!

A mountain-shaking dragon roar exploded, and a hideous divine dragon, swathed in blinding white light, burst forth from the earth. With scales and claws flailing and a dragon's might as oppressive as a prison, it lunged toward Jiang Chen with a world-destroying momentum.

"To be able to embed the Law of Plunder into your moves shows you have some insight. Unfortunately, a patchwork is still just a patchwork; it's not as good as complete fusion—this is the greatest fatal flaw in your offensive techniques. Therefore, this move is ineffective against me."

Jiang Chen's words were like knives, each sentence carving straight to the essence.

What kind of person was he? He could see through truth and falsehood at a glance; how could he be deceived by mere flashy displays?

"Nonsense! My martial arts have long been harmonious and flawless; where could there be any weakness!"

The Sovereign Lord's eyes widened in fury as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Is that so? Then take another punch from me."

The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he threw out another punch.

It was still seemingly ordinary, but the moment the wind from the punch touched the divine dragon, that violent dragon body was like snow meeting the scorching sun; all its power was instantly annihilated, and the entire dragon shadow exploded into a sky full of light fragments on the spot.

"I don't believe it!"

The Sovereign Lord roared, activating the profound meaning of the fourth form once again:

"Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl!"

Two divine dragons of plunder soared into the sky, white flames steaming from their bodies. Their pressure was several times stronger than before as they tore through the air and lunged straight for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen didn't even move a step; with a horizontal push of his fist, the two dragon shadows exploded. Before the ashes could scatter, they had already turned into nothingness.

Refusing to accept it, the Sovereign Lord unleashed the fifth form, the sixth form, and so on...

All were shattered and obliterated by Jiang Chen, one punch at a time.

At this moment, the veins on his temples throbbed, and his gaze was near madness.

"I understand now—you've grasped the ultimate truth of the Dao of the Fist, Breaking All Techniques with a Single Punch! But even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would find it hard to glimpse that threshold; you are a mere Profound Immortal, it's absolutely impossible! You must be using some kind of forbidden technique! Don't even think about shaking my resolve!"

The successive defeats, rather than crushing him, forced out a bit of clarity.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his voice clear and resonant: "You've guessed half right. To tell you the truth—your realm simply cannot reach the level I am at. A firefly trying to measure the bright moon isn't because the moon isn't bright enough, but because the fire is too weak."

"Impossible! I didn't want to use my trump card, but you've forced my hand—then... let's perish together!"

The Sovereign Lord gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. A divine light that tore through the firmament soared from within his body, and a violent divine might descended like the apocalypse, causing the world to lose its color.

Immediately after, five divine dragons rose slowly from behind him—each occupying a Great Dao: howling wind, burning fire, crashing thunder, devouring lightning, and suppressing earth. The majesty of the Five Emperors was as vast as a prison.

"Five Emperor Dragons Assault!"

The Sovereign Lord's roar shook the heavens, and the five dragons transformed into five distinct world-destroying divine lights. They locked onto Jiang Chen from five directions, closing in like an inescapable net.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile full of disdain: "Your final move? It's just as flashy but hollow, and just as fragile."

Before his voice had even faded, he joined his fingers like a sword and slashed down through the air:

"I have a sword that can open Chaos and sever Yin and Yang!"

Boom—!

A magnificent sword light tore through the sky, brilliant as the sun and vast as the sea. Wherever it passed, heaven and earth were split in two, Yin and Yang were suddenly severed, and it struck straight into the center of the Five Emperor Dragons Formation!

Witnessing this, the Sovereign Lord's palms flew as he rapidly formed hand seals: "Emperor Dragons Unify!"

The five Emperor Dragons with world-shining golden scales suddenly merged, booming as they condensed into a single divine dragon of five-colored flowing light. Its roar shook the firmament, and the sea of clouds surged.

But the moment that divine dragon collided with the sword qi Jiang Chen had unleashed, it was sliced open like thin paper, disintegrating inch by inch and dissipating into a sky full of sparks.

The Sovereign Lord's entire body shook violently, as if struck by lightning from the nine heavens. He stumbled back over ten steps, a sweetness rising in his throat as blood sprayed out, his aura instantly withering like a candle in the wind.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, his voice hoarse: "For ten thousand years, the Great Qin Divine Dynasty has suppressed the eight desolations, only to encounter a heaven-defying enemy like you..."

"The winner is supreme, the loser becomes dust—it has been so since ancient times." Jiang Chen's tone was calm, but every word was like a hammer hitting the ground. "Sovereign Lord, you understand this rule better than anyone. Kneeling and submitting is your only way to survive right now."

However, the Sovereign Lord raised his head and sneered, his spine ramrod straight: "In the ten thousand years of wind and rain the Great Qin Divine Dynasty has faced, when have we not broken through from a desperate situation? Our foundation remains; why should we fear a temporary crisis!"

"Oh? So you're still hiding a trump card?" The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly. "That makes sense. Without some hidden ace, you all should have vanished long ago."

"Jiang Chen, this item is not to be opened lightly, even by me, except in a moment of life and death." The Sovereign Lord's expression was solemn. A flash of light appeared between his brows, and an ancient Divine Tower soared into the sky. "Venerable Divine Dragon! The Divine Dynasty is in peril; please manifest your presence!"

Before his voice had finished, a dragon roar that rent the heavens erupted from the Divine Tower. A blazing divine light shot out, landing steadily beside the Sovereign Lord.

As the light faded, a tall and imposing middle-aged man with a dignified air stood on the spot. His eyebrows were like ink, his eyes like cold stars, and the dragon's might surrounding him was as vast as the sea, making the void buzz incessantly—he was clearly a true dragon, yet not by birth, but through a later transformation.

No one had expected that what the Great Qin Divine Dynasty enshrined was actually a member of the Dragon Clan!

The Venerable Divine Dragon's gaze was like a knife, coldly sweeping over Jiang Chen. There wasn't a hint of warmth in his eyes, only a trace of condescending contempt, as if the other party were nothing more than an ant that could be crushed with a lift of his foot.

He took a step forward, and the earth trembled. Dragon Qi, like black mist, coiled around his body. With every step, his power surged, and the entire world let out a low growl.

Everyone watching held their breath, their heartbeats subconsciously slowing.

"There's a member of the Dragon Clan too?" someone whispered in shock.

"No... your bloodline is impure; you transformed from a flood dragon. You're just a Pseudodragon." Jiang Chen's gaze swept over him, seeing through to his essence.

The Venerable Divine Dragon's face changed drastically, turning from pale to green and finally to a deep purplish-red—this was his most sensitive sore spot. Even after ten thousand years of being a dragon, he was still viewed as "inferior."

"Brat, a dragon has a Reverse Scale; touch it and you shall die!" His voice was bone-chillingly cold. "Today, I will surely tear your flesh and blood, and imprison your primordial spirit in the depths of the sea for ten thousand fathoms, to sink forever and never find release!"

Jiang Chen remained calm and even chuckled softly: "You don't have the ability. A flood dragon that jumped over the Dragon Gate shouldn't think of itself too much as a true dragon."

"Jiang Chen!" The Venerable Divine Dragon was fuming with rage, his dragon might surging wildly. "You have repeatedly shamed me; if I do not scatter your soul, how can I hold my head up in this world!"

He had indeed turned into a dragon and considered himself superior to many pure-blooded dragons—but now, having his origin exposed in public, his prestige was destroyed. If he did not wash away this shame with blood, how could he continue to receive incense offerings from the Great Qin Divine Dynasty?

"I'm telling the truth; if you don't like hearing it, that's your own problem," Jiang Chen said candidly. "Flood dragon or true dragon, there is no inherent superiority. Your obsession is too deep, and it has instead trapped your Dao Heart. If you're stuck on this bit of vanity for your whole life, you can forget about ever reaching the peak."

The Venerable Divine Dragon's expression grew even more unsightly, feeling that every one of the opponent's words was barbed and meant to strike at his heart.

"Jiang Chen, you don't need to keep bringing up my origin!" he growled through gritted teeth. "I jumped over the Dragon Gate by my own strength, shed my flood dragon skin, and forged a true dragon's body—those pure-blooded dragons who just sit and enjoy their innate talent are far inferior to me in terms of resolve and spirit!"