Wang then turned toward Lian Xing.
He opened his hand.
Lian suddenly found himself levitating in the air, still struggling to resist—but it was all for nothing.
Wang reached to his waist and opened his universal pocket, performing a hand seal. Instantly, an overwhelming pressure pulled at Lian's body. He tried to grab onto anything—the pillars, the ground, anything—but his grip slipped.
A moment later, he was swallowed whole.
Inside the pocket, time seemed to lose all meaning.
For what felt like an eternity, there was only a void.
Endless darkness.
Then—
Thud!
Lian slammed into the ground hard.
"Damn it… what the hell is going on?" Lian muttered, brushing his hands against the ground as he struggled to stand.
"Dragons… those terrifying masters… what do those people want?"
Outside the pocket—
Lin Feng had gone completely feral.
He swatted the masters aside like insects.
His eyes glowed a brilliant gold, and the pressure of a great beast rolled off his body in suffocating waves. As he thrashed about, a deep, oppressive aura spread outward.
Many of the people still trying to flee collapsed instantly, fainting the moment it washed over them.
"Hohoho…" Wang chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Is that Deviance Qi?"
His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"It would seem another dragon is trying to descend into the little one's body."
Wang watched with naked anticipation.
Then—
From Lin Feng's mouth, a thunderous voice boomed.
"Who dares attack my son?!"
The voice was deep and old.
Every word stirred the heavens; thunder rumbled as a strong window blew things about.
Clouds rolled in violently. The sky darkened. Rain began to fall as the weather twisted under the pressure of that voice.
"I dare!" Wang roared, shooting up into the sky.
The dragon's massive head snapped toward him, its eyes blazing with pure rage.
"What are the people from ***** doing here?" the thunderous voice echoed.
Below, Patriarch Xing stared upward, his face pale.
"What did he just say…?" he muttered.
"Where is that man from?"
"I didn't hear the name," Elder Zhou said grimly. "It sounded like a blare inside my head."
"You would expect no less from dragons," Wang replied calmly, shrugging off his feathered coat as it fell to the ground.
"How do you even know of that place, hmm?"
Golden runes began forming across his body—engraving themselves into his flesh like living tattoos, each one radiating terrifying authority.
"Well," Wang continued lightly, "even if you are a dragon… You can't do anything here."
He leapt forward, two fingers raised.
"You insignificant insect!" the entity controlling Lin Feng roared, slashing the air itself—
SPLASH!
Blood erupted from Wang's chest as he staggered backwards.
But instead of crying out,
Instead of recoiling,
A wider grin stretched across his face.
"Weight of the Great Mountain."
Wang traced sealing letters through the air with casual precision. The glowing symbols flew upward, slamming into the dragon's body and melting into its scales.
Instantly,
The dragon's form dropped.
Its body felt unbearably heavy, its ascent halted midair as the seals pressed down upon it. It struggled, muscles straining, legs staggering—but the seals held fast.
"MMMMM—YOU PEST!" it roared.
The dragon smashed into the ground, its massive body crashing downward—
BOOM!
Stone shattered as it burrowed violently into the earth, vanishing beneath the arena in a storm of debris and ruin.
"You are copying the techniques of the dragons…!!?"
Blue flames erupted from the dragon's horns, roaring to life like living lightning. As it rose from the shattered ground, its massive form shifted—scales receding, bulk compressing—until its body became sleek, refined… almost humanoid.
Gone was the mindless rampage.
What stood before Wang now was death.
The dragon raised a single hand and pointed.
The sky split open.
A colossal bolt of thunder descended, smashing into Wang hruling him straight into the earth with explosive force.
Before the dust could settle, the dragon pointed again.
From its finger, a concentrated beam of blue energy erupted—piercing straight through Wang's torso.
Blood sprayed.
Wang staggered once… then collapsed into the rubble.
"Mmm," the dragon said coldly, stepping forward.
"That is what you get for imitating dragonkind."
"…Is it now?"
Wang rose from the debris.
The hole in his torso sealed itself, golden runes crawling across his flesh as they stitched bone, muscle, and blood back together.
"Come on," Wang laughed, bloodshot eyes blazing.
"Come on—let's fight some more."
His left hand twisted unnaturally.
Black scales surfaced, glimmering as the limb reshaped into something inhuman.
"You beast—how dare you," the dragon snarled.
It vanished.
In the next instant, it reappeared behind Wang.
A claw clamped around his throat.
Wang's eyes were popping out, riddled with confusion.
"You dare steal the blood of my kind and use it in your disgusting rituals," it roared.
"That hand—where did you get it?!"
But Wang didn't say anything; he just looked ahead with that crazed grin still plastered on his face.
The dragon started to mumble something, the words incomprehensible.
With a violent wrench—
CRACK!
Wang's scaled arm was torn free.
Blood exploded into the air.
"You people from *****…" the dragon growled, fury shaking the space around them.
"I will wipe every last one of you from existence."
Blue flames gathered in its mouth, condensing into a blinding inferno. The pressure pouring off its body crushed stone to dust, pulverising everything nearby.
The air screamed.
The world trembled.
Gluuuub!
A piercing, wet gurgle echoed through the air.
"You dragons are ever so arrogant," Bo said casually. "To you, everyone is an insect."
He stood behind the dragon, completely unscathed.
"In that case, you really shouldn't be so cocky without showing your true body."
In his hand rested a silver scale—smooth, flawless, and pulsing faintly with draconic authority.
"I've heard that once a dragon's reverse scale is taken," Bo continued with a grin, "they're forced into a deep slumber for hundreds of years. I suppose you'll be losing control of this body for a while."
Crack.
Bo crushed the scale in his palm.
The dragon's head snapped around just in time to see Bo smiling.
Its horns splintered.
The blue flames vanished.
The overwhelming draconic presence shattered.
"Burn," the ancient voice uttered one last word.
The form collapsed.
Lin Feng's massive body shrank rapidly, scales receding as he fell—returning to his human form before crashing to the ground.
At the same time—
Wang's severed arm suddenly ignited.
Blue flames consumed it entirely, reducing it to nothingness.
"Hahaha! Wang, you're a mess," Bo laughed, slinging Wang's battered body over his shoulder.
"He even severed your connection to the *****. You can't even heal yourself now"
Wang groaned but didn't resist.
"Let's return to the palace," Bo said calmly.
"We've gathered everything we came for. If we stay any longer, the Heavenly Seers will descend—and since we can't access our full power here…"
He smiled thinly.
"…we'd be killed."
With that, Bo leapt into the sky, carrying Wang with him as they vanished beyond the clouds.