The sky split open like a wound that had been waiting ten thousand years to bleed.
The evolved Frost-Eater echo dissolved into black mist, its body breaking apart and flowing backward into the rift like a defeated servant returning to its master. In its place, a single colossal golden eye opened fully — ancient, majestic, and filled with pure, murderous hatred.
Then the rest of the being emerged.
A true dragon — not the pale imitation the echo had been, but a genuine primordial dragon god of obsidian scales edged in molten gold. Its body was so enormous that its head alone dwarfed the entire citadel. Two massive horns curved backward like black lightning, and its eyes burned with the same golden fire as Wei Chen's sun brand, only colder, older, and filled with ten millennia of accumulated rage.
Its voice rolled across the continent like thunder from the beginning of time.
"So… the last true descendant of the Yang Dragon bloodline finally stands before me."
The entire battlefield froze. Millions of cultivators — both alliance and sect — stared upward in absolute terror. Even the god-emperors of the enemy alliance dropped to their knees involuntarily.
Wei Chen stood on the cracked balcony, completely naked, body still glistening from the desperate cycle with his pride. His golden sun brand blazed brighter than ever, but for the first time since ascension, he felt genuine pressure.
The Ancient Dragon Enemy — the original rival who had hunted the Yang Dragon lineage to near extinction — had finally come.
"I am Long Huang, the Void Devourer Dragon," the colossal being declared, voice shaking mountains. "Ten thousand years ago I devoured your ancestors. Today, I will finish what I started. Your complete sun… your pride… your entire bloodline ends with you."
Long Huang opened his maw.
A black-gold breath attack erupted — a beam of pure devouring void that erased everything it touched. Space, time, laws — all vanished into nothingness.
Wei Chen reacted instantly.
He pointed one finger.
A golden sun beam shot forward, colliding with the void breath in mid-air. The explosion was cataclysmic. Half the continent cracked. Mountains collapsed. Rivers reversed. Millions of lower cultivators were wiped out in the shockwave alone.
The main five disciples immediately took command.
"Formation Delta!" Long Tian roared, raising his dragon sword high. His legion of ten thousand formed a massive defensive array, dragon scales manifesting in the air to block debris.
Huo Feng led the phoenix vanguard, rebirth flames exploding outward to protect retreating allies. "Keep the line! Master is fighting the big one!"
Xuan Shi planted himself like a living mountain at the front, stone titan body growing to ten thousand feet tall, fists raised to tank incoming shockwaves.
Mei Ling's charm illusions covered the entire battlefield, hiding weak points from the enemy. Bing Qing's ice domain froze falling debris mid-air, creating temporary shields.
The pride empresses moved without hesitation.
Lei Xin summoned a continent-sized thunder storm. Shang Mian folded space to redirect void breath attacks back at the enemy. Hua Shi slowed time around Long Huang's attacks, giving disciples precious seconds. Sheng Si began life-death cycles — rotting enemy soldiers while rebirthing fallen sect disciples stronger. Ling Hun bound thousands of enemy souls at once. Luan Xu turned chaos into order and order into chaos across entire battle lines.
Wei Chen floated upward, meeting the Ancient Dragon Enemy eye-to-eye.
"You talk too much for something that lost ten thousand years ago," he said, voice calm but carrying across the entire realm.
Long Huang laughed — a sound that made the stars tremble.
"Arrogant child. Your ancestors said the same before I ate their hearts."
He swung one massive claw.
The claw strike contained the power to erase a lesser realm entirely.
Wei Chen met it with a single finger point.
The collision created a spherical explosion of golden and black-gold energy that expanded for thousands of miles. Everything inside the sphere — mountains, rivers, armies — was erased and then reborn in chaotic fragments.
When the light faded, Wei Chen was still floating, but blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The first time he had bled since becoming truly supreme.
The Ancient Dragon Enemy's claw had a small crack in one scale.
For the first time in ten thousand years, Long Huang looked surprised.
"Not bad… for a descendant."
Then the real battle began.
Long Huang opened his maw again — this time unleashing Void Dragon Domain, a black-gold field that suppressed all Yang-based powers within it. Wei Chen's sun brand dimmed noticeably.
The pride felt the suppression instantly. Their laws weakened.
Wei Chen grinned through the blood.
"Perfect. Time for a real fight."
He turned to his three queens on the balcony below.
"Lin Xue, Su Mei, Yu — with me. The rest defend the citadel."
The three queens shot upward without hesitation.
What followed was the most intense, beautiful, and brutal fight the immortal realm had seen in millennia.
Wei Chen fought at the center, one finger constantly pointing, each beam carrying the full weight of his Yang Immortal Dao. Long Huang countered with claws, tail strikes, and void breath attacks that erased concepts themselves.
Lin Xue created continent-sized frost domains to slow the dragon's movements. Su Mei wrapped the beast in corrosive demonic chains that ate at its scales. Tigress Yu grew to massive size, primal strength clashing directly with dragon claws in raw physical combat.
Between devastating exchanges, the three queens would press close to Wei Chen mid-air — stealing quick, steamy kisses and cycles of essence to keep his power at maximum.
During one brief lull after a massive explosion, Su Mei mounted him mid-air while Lin Xue and Yu shielded them with frost and primal barriers.
"Quick recharge, husband," Su Mei purred, sinking down onto his length, scorching walls milking him desperately. She rode him hard and fast while they floated thousands of feet above the battlefield.
Lin Xue kissed him deeply from the front, frost tongue dancing with his. Yu pressed behind, biting his shoulder possessively while her powerful hands helped Su Mei bounce harder.
The quick, intense cycle ended with all three queens climaxing together — squirting waves of frost, demonic, and primal essence that boosted Wei Chen's power to new heights.
He roared, pointed one finger, and blasted a hole straight through Long Huang's left wing.
The Ancient Dragon Enemy roared in pain and fury.
"You dare use your whores to empower yourself against me?!"
Wei Chen laughed, completely shameless.
"They're not whores. They're my queens. And yes — I absolutely dare."
The battle intensified to god-level destruction.
But as Wei Chen prepared another one-finger strike, Long Huang suddenly smiled — a terrifying, knowing smile.
"You think this is the extent of my power, little dragon?"
The Ancient Dragon Enemy opened his maw once more.
This time, he didn't attack.
He spoke a single name.
A name that made Wei Chen's blood run cold.
"Zhao Ling."
Far below in the citadel, Princess Zhao Ling — who had been defending the inner palace — suddenly gasped. Her phoenix bloodline flared violently as an ancient seal hidden deep inside her activated.
Her eyes turned gold-black.
And from her mouth came the echo's voice, layered with Long Huang's ancient tone:
"The phoenix princess was never fully yours… she carried my seed of corruption since birth. A gift from ten thousand years ago."
Zhao Ling's body began rising into the air, phoenix wings turning black-gold, power surging to dangerous new heights as the ancient corruption fully awakened.
The pride's first major loss of control had begun.
To be Continued
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