Ch. 822 - The Golden Dragon

The blade light returned to simplicity, shattering all void and engulfing the figure of Ancestor Yuelong.

But in the next moment, a loud “boom” sounded. Xu Zimo’s curved blade veered slightly, and Ancestor Yuelong withdrew just in time.

“You struck first, everyone here saw it,” Ancestor Yuelong said calmly. “Even if the True Martial Sacred Ground questions me in the future, I’ll have an explanation.”

“What explanations can a dead man give?” Xu Zimo replied flatly.

He stepped into the air, eight meridian gates opening simultaneously.

His aura surged like crashing waves, roaring across the sky.

Ancestor Yuelong was no ordinary opponent. A dragon’s roar echoed around him.

Golden spiritforce surged around him.

Within that golden aura, a divine dragon coiled its massive body and wrapped itself slowly around Ancestor Yuelong.

For a moment, dragon might filled the air and pressed down from above.

Seeing this dragon, the people around began to murmur.

“It’s said that when Ancestor Yuelong was young, he once encountered a real divine dragon.

“Looks like it might be. That dragon doesn’t seem to be an illusion.”

Xu Zimo raised his head slightly and saw the enormous dragon head pointed directly at him.

He could even feel the heat radiating from the dragon’s breath.

“Holy Son Xu, it’s not too late to admit your mistake,” said Ancestor Yuelong from above.

Xu Zimo chuckled lightly. The Shadow Tyrant sword in his hand burst with brilliant blade light and slashed toward the dragon.

With a loud “boom,” a shockwave exploded in the sky.

The divine dragon roared, its massive head biting down on Shadow Tyrant, trying to tear it apart.

“War God’s Ninth Transformation,” Xu Zimo said with a cold snort.

A peak Immortal was not to be underestimated, spiritforce flowed endlessly from his body.

It seemed infinite. And after stepping into the Arcane Immortal realm, one could harness the power of heaven and earth to suppress others.

“You’re just a grain of sand in the vast sea,” Ancestor Yuelong said arrogantly. “If you became a Grand Emperor, or even an Immortal, I might fear you. But you’re just at the God Meridian realm, how can you fight me?”

The massive dragon head swung hard, flinging Xu Zimo and Shadow Tyrant away together.

Xu Zimo steadied himself mid-air with a powerful stomp.

Above the sky, Ancestor Yuelong stood in the void, his aura overwhelming.

The golden divine dragon coiled and circled around him.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes shone with pride.

He looked down at Xu Qingshan and shouted, “Vice-Lord Xu, what do you say?”

“Let the boy handle it. A little lesson won’t hurt,” Xu Qingshan replied unhurriedly with a smile.

“Then I won’t hold back,” Ancestor Yuelong snorted coldly. “But blades have no eyes, if your sect’s Holy Son ends up crippled, don’t blame me.”

Xu Zimo looked up. Though Ancestor Yuelong hid it well, his killing intent was still obvious.

He had blocked Baili Xiao’s path, so naturally, the Baili Imperial Clan wished him dead.

Around him, the power of the War God’s Ninth Transformation erupted.

War God’s Ninth Transformation!

In an instant, wind and clouds trembled, and his overwhelming force tore through the sky.

The War God Armor condensed from surging spiritforce and covered Xu Zimo’s entire body.

This ninth transformation gave Xu Zimo several times more power.

His aura grew heavier and heavier. Spiritforce from thousands of miles around gathered and poured into him.

Ancestor Yuelong frowned slightly at the sight.

He could feel Xu Zimo’s strength growing stronger and stronger.

“He still has trump cards?”

During the earlier fight with Gong Yuner, he had assumed Xu Zimo had already used everything.

That’s why he had been so confident.

“Kill!” Ancestor Yuelong roared once more.

The golden dragon around him roared too, its enormous body swinging slightly in the sky.

Mountains and rivers below began to split apart.

The giant dragon charged at Xu Zimo.

But at that moment, Xu Zimo was not only empowered by the War God’s Ninth Transformation, the Heaven-Shattering Force within his body was also spinning wildly.

Behind him, the Heaven-Shattering Giant glared coldly at the oncoming dragon.

The dragon seemed intent on defeating Xu Zimo in one blow.

But as its tail swept toward him, Xu Zimo took a deep breath and caught the dragon tail with both hands.

He stood firm, his gaze deep and pitch-black, baring his teeth in a grin at the dragon.

“That’s a real dragon,” someone below marveled.

“Not some illusion. The power it holds is truly awe-inspiring.”

“What kind of monster has the True Martial Sacred Ground raised?” Baili Chengfeng sighed as he watched.

There had always been many prodigies, each young Grand Emperor was a peerless talent.

He had even seen those who crushed all opposition and remained undefeated.

But someone like Xu Zimo, who didn’t seem to be using his full strength even against a Zenith Immortal, was impossible to read, impossible to predict.

“This is nothing,” Baili Xiao said calmly. “The Heaven-Shattering Force is known as the pinnacle of the Dao of Strength. This is merely a difference in realm. If he reaches the Immortal realm, that divine dragon will be nothing more than a toy in his hands.”

“Xiao’er, do you have confidence?” Baili Chengfeng turned to ask.

But as soon as he spoke, he regretted it.

What a pointless question. With Xu Zimo showing this kind of strength, who could confidently say they could defeat him?

“Father, he’s just an insect destined for destruction. No need to worry so much,” Baili Xiao said calmly.

In her eyes, she had never truly seen Xu Zimo as her opponent.

Because he was just a chess piece destined to be destroyed. No matter how arrogant or defiant he was now, he could never escape his fate.

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Above, the golden dragon roared. Its tail, caught, sent it into a frenzy.

It thrashed its head, trying to shake off Xu Zimo and fling him away.

“Stupid lizard, still not behaving?” Xu Zimo said coldly.

He grabbed the dragon’s tail, and the Heaven-Shattering Giant behind him roared, swinging it forcefully.

Explosions echoed all around.

Xu Zimo whipped the dragon through the air like a giant whip.

The surrounding void shattered completely.

The dragon howled in pain.

“Stop! Let go of Little Gold!” Ancestor Yuelong shouted anxiously.

His true fate manifested behind him, it was also a golden dragon.

In the next moment, as spiritforce surged around, Ancestor Yuelong’s figure vanished.

In his place stood another golden dragon.

“Our ancestor is a dragon?” someone from the Baili Imperial Clan shouted in shock.

“No, it must be that our ancestor took the dragon as his true fate,” someone else explained after a moment of thought.

“He used some ability to transform into a dragon.”

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