Ch. 908 - Ultimate Dragon, Myriad Dragons Descend

“My name, you should have heard of it before, Xu Zimo,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

The Thunder Dragon pondered for a moment, then its aura suddenly changed, even its eyes turned scarlet.

“It was you who killed the Holy Son of my lineage.”

The meaning of a Holy Son to a lineage, especially at a time when the Heaven’s Will is about to form, goes without saying.

It completely destroyed the lineage’s hope of bearing this generation’s Heaven's Will.

Of course, they could cultivate another person.

But the effect and significance of forging at the last moment could not compare.

The birth of a Holy Son was the accumulation of unimaginable resources.

Too many things were included in it.

Therefore, when the Holy Son of the Ancient Dragon Dynasty was killed, it immediately caused a great uproar within the dynasty.

It was only because of the appearance of the Sky Blue Demon Roc that they endured and did not immediately come to the academy to capture Xu Zimo for punishment.

“And you still dare to show yourself,” the Thunder Dragon roared each word with fury.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? I came to cut you down,” Xu Zimo replied with a laugh.

The Proud Dragon Ancestor no longer answered. Instead, the lightning surrounding him grew increasingly violent.

This small world seemed to be completely buried in thunder.

Dark clouds filled the sky above, and purple lightning flashed between them. Raindrops even began to fall.

The roar of thunder echoed as if the heavens themselves were enraged.

Under this force, the lightning around the Proud Dragon Ancestor began to change.

Its entire body grew deeper in color.

From purple, it darkened toward black, its four claws became eight.

The scales on its body condensed further.

Whether its eyes or head, they seemed to evolve.

“This is—” a recovering Venerable Min frowned slightly, whispering, “An Ultimate Dragon?”

It was said that the dragon race had divisions of form.

Most dragons we now see were lesser dragons. Above them were True Dragons, then Dragon Gods, and ultimately, the Ultimate Dragons.

The Ultimate Dragons were rare and scarcely seen.

Even Venerable Min only knew of three.

The Ancient Void Dragon, the Godly Rainbow Dragon, and the Darkfire Demon Dragon.

But the dragon before him differed from all he knew, though by its aura it was undoubtedly an Ultimate Dragon.

“I promise, today I will not kill you,” the Proud Dragon Ancestor said to Xu Zimo. “I will take you back to Dragon Refining Cliff, where for all eternity you will be trapped, suffering endless torment and pain.”

“You’re quite the amusing dragon,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

In his God World, there were many dragons.

But they were only ordinary dragons, the strongest no more than Dragon Gods.

As for Ultimate Dragons, he had never seen one.

Of course, this also made him marvel at the might of the Ancient Dragon Emperor of old.

With a human body, he transformed into a Dragon God.

And even after, he could leave behind dragon species of such existence.

“Every Grand Emperor is the pride of an era. Unfortunately, the rest of you are merely shaded beneath their trees,” Xu Zimo said lightly.

“Heaven-Eroding Ancient Dragon,” the Proud Dragon Ancestor said with some arrogance.

“Boy, you probably still don’t understand the true might of the dragon race.”

Its body slowly moved, the surrounding endless void shattering apart.

Chaotic spatial currents raged nearby.

Its massive dragon tail, without using any force, relying only on the strength of its body, swept toward Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo struck with a fist, intending to test it.

But the immense power directly sent him flying.

“Interesting,” Xu Zimo stood up from the ground, chuckling softly.

“Damn you,” the Proud Dragon Ancestor snorted coldly, attacking Xu Zimo again.

The massive dragon head roared, its dragon cry reverberating across the sky.

Its bloody maw opened, trying to swallow Xu Zimo whole.

Xu Zimo extended his hands, his right pressing against the upper jaw, his left against the lower, not allowing it to close.

The reeking stench nearly drowned him.

The giant dragon’s body pushed against him, forcing him backward.

His feet left deep marks across the ground.

The Heaven-Shattering Force within him spun wildly, Xu Zimo gripped tightly, and directly flung the massive dragon head aside.

The Dragon God’s colossal body slammed into the ground, the earth cracking, countless fissures spreading out.

“I’ll aid you,” Venerable Min, who had recovered somewhat, stepped into the air, shouting.

“No need, go help the others. I can handle this,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

He and the dragon grappled head-on, a true barehanded battle.

Because of the shattering of Shadow Tyrant, Xu Zimo now had no suitable weapon.

But he had already obtained the True God Sword, and possessed the Supreme God Hammer, planning to fuse the two.

Reforge Shadow Tyrant!

Hearing Xu Zimo’s words, Venerable Min hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The Heavenly Dao Academy was short of hands now. Since Xu Zimo had confidence, he dared not delay.

He immediately stepped into the air toward another battlefield.

……

Just as Xu Zimo and the Proud Dragon Ancestor clashed, its massive dragon head swelled, a blazing shockwave blasting from its mouth.

Xu Zimo quickly crossed his arms before him.

When the blaze exploded before him, his body retreated several steps.

“Rest assured, I will slowly torment you,” the Proud Dragon Ancestor said. “Even if I gain nothing else this trip, capturing you is enough.”

“Is that so?” Xu Zimo waved his hand. “I suddenly thought of a very good idea.”

In his right hand, the Power of Creation surged.

Within the True Fate, the God World tore open a crack in the void.

At Xu Zimo’s command, all the Dragon Gods of the Myriad Beast Realm ripped through the void and soared into the sky.

By now, the Myriad Beast Realm had flourished.

Especially the Dragon Race, which had become its key force.

At this moment, ten thousand dragons appeared. The sight was beyond words.

Scarlet Dragons, Phantom Dragons, Storm God Dragons, Soul-Devouring Rage Dragons, Desolate Dragons, Coiled Dragons, Cloud Dragons.

Even rare ones such as the Deep Sea Imperial Dragon and the Sky-Clear Azure-Jelly Dragon were among them.

In the past, the Dragon Tree spread branches and leaves, giving rise to all sorts of dragon breeds.

This was the preparation made after the Dragon Race had been slaughtered by the War God, so that they could reproduce.

The price they paid was unimaginable.

Ten thousand dragons roared, under the vast sky, all were the soaring figures of these dragons.

They rode clouds and mist, summoned wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

All manner of visions appeared.

“This… this is—” the Proud Dragon Ancestor saw this scene, his voice trembling.

“I think they’ll suit you well. Have fun,” Xu Zimo smiled.

The Proud Dragon Ancestor, who had evolved into a Heaven-Eroding Ancient Dragon, carried Ultimate Dragon blood within him.

It was lethally attractive to the evolution of these dragons.

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