They were all breaking out in a cold sweat. Although these four young geniuses were also extremely terrifying and likely all super-talents with Earth Ranking strength, Hua Yuntian was an even more formidable figure ranked 103rd. Behind him stood the colossal ancient behemoth of the Ancient God Clan that dominated over the Ten Heavens Realm. How could they possibly dare to move against him lightly?
In response, Luo Guyun swept a glance over them and said indifferently, "There's no need for you to persuade us. Whatever the Master says, goes. If you don't wish to invite trouble, you are free to leave."
The implication was clear: step aside.
The five young geniuses were momentarily shocked that a powerful figure like Luo Guyun actually addressed Ye Chen as 'Master'. However, they dared not offend someone like Hua Yuntian, who was both on the Earth Ranking and a prince of the Hua Clan Imperial Dynasty. With a cupped fist salute, they hurriedly departed, treating the four as if they were a plague to be avoided at all costs.
Meanwhile, Hua Yuntian had already made his move. Brandishing the Nine Dragons Golden Spear, he manifested nine Primordial True Dragons to battle the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon, whose divine power was greatly diminished by the suppression of the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Divine Chains.
It must be said that the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon was truly fearsome. Even entangled by the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Divine Chains, with the sealing power constantly suppressing its strength, it remained powerful, struggling incessantly and clashing with the nine Primordial True Dragons. It faintly sensed the aura of its own kin among the nine dragons, detecting their soul power. It guessed that most of them likely contained sealed true dragon souls.
"Bastard! You're seeking death! Not only did you steal my child, but you also dare to hunt my dragon race! No matter who you are, you will die today!"
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon roared, shaking the heavens. Its power suddenly surged terrifyingly, actually managing to struggle and snap a full seven of the Heavenly Gang Divine Chains. The young geniuses whose chains were broken all suffered damage to their essence, spirit, and vitality. Each of them spat out several mouthfuls of blood, their complexions turning as pale as snow, their auras wilting drastically.
Yet Hua Yuntian only gave a sinister smile. "Is that so? But you won't live to see that day. Today, you are destined to fall into my hands as well. Prepare to die!"
The Nine Dragons Golden Spear danced, and the nine True Dragons roared as they slammed down, striking the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon with devastating force. Accompanied by a terrifying, thunderous boom, the demon dragon howled in agony. Countless crimson scales on its body shattered, revealing a horrific wound from which blood rained down.
Hua Yuntian pressed his advantage, continuously brandishing the Nine Dragons Golden Spear, striking blow after blow. Each strike caused the incredibly hard crimson scales of the demon dragon to crack and splinter, its dragon blood spraying incessantly.
During this, the splattered dragon blood did not fall into the Crimson Blood Lake. Instead, it rapidly dissipated into the void, vanishing cleanly.
However, Ye Chen and his companions clearly saw that the vanished dragon blood was swiftly drawn towards Hua Yuntian's body in a bizarre manner, actually being absorbed by him. As he absorbed it, his own aura grew noticeably stronger.
With one side weakening and the other strengthening, no matter how powerful the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon was, it likely couldn't withstand this for long.
Boom—!
Another powerful strike landed. This time, even the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon was nearly severed at the waist. Not only were the scales at one part of its body shattered, but its demonic torso was pierced through, creating a terrifying bloody hole. Vast amounts of dragon blood splattered forth, only to converge upon Hua Yuntian once more, absorbed by him, further strengthening his aura.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon roared again, snapping another seven or eight Heavenly Gang Divine Chains. But in the end, its strength was exhausted. Its golden dragon eyes grew dim and listless. With a final roar of unwillingness directed at Hua Yuntian, its colossal, mountain-range-sized dragon body struggled feebly for a moment before powerlessly beginning to fall from the sky, destined to plummet into the Crimson Blood Lake.
"This time, this demon dragon will surely die beneath my spear!"
Hua Yuntian, gripping the Nine Dragons Golden Spear, manifested nine boiling Sovereign Dragon Auras, preparing to deliver the final killing blow. But at that very moment, a flash of golden light appeared. Immediately after, a peerlessly enchanting figure materialized in the air.
Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, her bearing that of an immortal maiden. She descended before the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. A pair of dark golden, autumn-water-like bright eyes looked towards Hua Yuntian, carrying a trace of killing intent. "You cannot kill it."
Witnessing the sudden appearance of Abenue, not to mention the other young geniuses, even Hua Yuntian was momentarily stunned.
For Abenue was far too enchantingly beautiful, a peerless beauty whose splendor could topple the mortal world. Standing gracefully in the void, even with a cold expression and killing intent evident, she exuded a unique charm that could captivate countless powerhouses across the world.
He was stunned by Abenue's peerless, enchanting beauty. He admitted to himself that not only within his empire, but even across the entire Ten Heavens Realm, few women could likely compare to her.
Moreover, this beauty was noble, like that of an imperial clan, lofty and aloof, possessing a cold elegance. That nobility even seemed superior to his own, surpassing it by a significant margin.
It was as if she were the true royalty, and he merely a subject.
However, this moment of awe lasted only an instant. After all, he was a Heaven's Pride talent capable of rivaling the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. He quickly regained his composure, yet as he looked at Abenue, he said, "This young lady is exceptionally beautiful, the most exquisite I have seen in my life. Under normal circumstances, I, this prince, could take the initiative to invite you for tea. But right now, this Crimson Scale Demon Dragon is my prey. I ask that you, young lady, step aside. I can let this matter rest and have no wish to harm your lovely countenance."
It must be said that Abenue was indeed extraordinarily beautiful. But at present, his true targets were the demon dragon's dragon pearl, dragon blood, and dragon soul. All other matters had to be temporarily set aside.
Yet Abenue stood there quietly. She even released a surge of divine power, catching the falling demonic body of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. Then, with a flick of her sleeve, she sent forth a beam of golden divine light that merged into the demon dragon's body.
Visible to the naked eye, under this golden light, the demon dragon's body was swiftly enveloped. Moreover, the wounds deep enough to reveal bone began to heal at an astonishing rate.
"Hmm?"
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon felt a vast power continuously welling up from within its body, repairing the wounds it had suffered. This immediately halted its falling descent, leaving it suspended in the air. It opened its golden dragon eyes and saw before it a golden-haired, enchantingly beautiful woman of peerless beauty.
It was she who was causing its injuries to recover at a shocking speed.
Yet what was more important was that this power possessed a special, shared origin. It did not repel the divine power within its body in the slightest. On the contrary, under this power of the same origin, it even felt its own strength receiving a further boost.
The highly purified dragon blood within its body resonated under this power, even faintly experiencing a strange sense of joy, along with a peculiar tremor and reverence.
This feeling was as if it had encountered a superior being.
"Who are you?" the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon spoke, raising its gaze to stare at the enchanting, golden-haired silhouette before it.
However, it did not realize that as it asked this question, its tone had unknowingly taken on a trace of reverence, imperceptible even to itself.