Supreme Yang Establishes Might, Sword Slays the Candle Dragon

"What!"

As the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Dragon Clan dissipated into nothingness, a tall, upright figure appeared beside Xuan Yang. His aura was righteous and grand, his presence overwhelmingly majestic, suppressing the entire scene.

"Xuan Yang greets Master!"

The one who had slain a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivator with a single sword strike was none other than East King Duke, who had just returned from the Western Primordial lands.

He reached out a hand and, without a shred of mercy, crushed the True Dragon who had incited the conflict, as if he were snuffing out an insignificant ant.

He then turned around. Seeing his disciple in a withered state and heavily injured, he reached out and infused a stream of immortal power into him.

In an instant, Xuan Yang's injuries were fully healed.

"Many thanks, Master."

"No need for such formalities."

East King Duke looked toward Qing Ling and her group, who had also emerged from the island to the edge of the grand formation. He nodded slightly and said, "Xuan Yang, you did well in this matter. You have not tarnished the reputation of my lineage."

Although he had not been at the Daoist temple and was unaware of the preceding events, with East King Duke's capabilities, a brief calculation was enough for him to understand the full story.

Turning to the gathered Dragon Clan, his expression turned cold.

"Since you dare to run wild on my Mount Fang Island, then you shall all stay here!"

With a wave of his hand, the Pure Yang Sword flew out. A supreme Yang sword intent manifested spontaneously, causing the winds and clouds to change color and monstrous waves to surge into the sky.

"Supreme Yang Great Annihilation Sword Formation, execute!"

The Dragon Clan cultivators were suddenly shaken and dropped onto the surface of the sea. Then, sword light erupted from all directions, and sword shadows intertwined. A monstrous killing intent swept outward, leaving the invading cultivators with no room to resist.

Ten thousand Dragon Clan members, including another Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, were instantly executed by the sword formation. Not a single one escaped; their Dao bodies were annihilated, and their primordial spirits ceased to exist.

With that, the area around Mount Fang Island was suddenly cleared. At this moment, the originally worried Spirit Dolphin tribe was stunned, their primordial spirits trembling in sheer terror.

Although East King Duke had long been famous in the East Sea, he was only known as a recluse, and Mount Fang Island was considered transcendent and detached, rarely participating in the affairs of the Four Seas. Most speculated that he avoided the Dragon Clan's edge out of fear of their power. This time, the Dragon Clan's arrival with their forces was, in fact, a probe.

They had not expected this Supreme Yang Dao Lord to suddenly bare his fangs, showing no hesitation at all as he slaughtered every single intruder.

"East King Duke, how dare you!"

A roar, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's cry, echoed as a figure crossed tens of thousands of miles to arrive, landing before East King Duke. Looking around and seeing not a single scale left behind, and sensing the lingering aura of the Dragon Clan in the air, this person was filled with sky-high rage.

"Candle Dragon, I thought that since you were hiding in the shadows, you wouldn't dare to appear. So, you finally show yourself—it turns out you have broken through to the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Is this the confidence that gave you the nerve to covet my Mount Fang Island?"

East King Duke had long known that Candle Dragon was lurking nearby, but he had not exposed him, waiting specifically for him to reveal himself.

"East King Duke, you have actually broken through to the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm as well!"

Candle Dragon looked at East King Duke with fury, but the moment he clearly perceived the latter's cultivation realm, he was struck by great alarm. For a fleeting instant, the thought of retreating even crossed his mind.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when his realm was slightly higher, he had still been defeated by his opponent, leaving him with a significant shadow. Now that their cultivation levels were evenly matched, how could he not feel uneasy?

However, in the blink of an eye, boundless confidence surged within him once more. His Dragon Tribe was favored by the heavens and reigned supreme across the four seas. As the leaders of the three great tribes of the Primordial World, the Dragon Tribe was already vaguely recognized as the head of the three. Ancestor Dragon had achieved a state above the Zenith Heaven through Heavenly Dao Merit, and he, Candle Dragon, had also gained much. Though he had only broken through a single realm, he was blessed with great fortune, and his immortal arts and combat prowess were far stronger than before.

Although this East King Duke was somewhat eccentric, he merely occupied a corner of the world. He claimed to be of the Supreme Yang Lineage, yet he was no different from a lone wolf. As a member of the majestic Dragon Tribe, blessed with great fortune, he should be invincible among those of the same rank.

Thus, Candle Dragon shouted sternly, "So what if you are in the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm? Do you dare to stand against the Lord of the Four Seas and the martial might of the Dragon Tribe!"

"The Dragon Tribe? Heh, mere bones in a graveyard. If you dare to step foot into the Mount Fang Island immortal domain again, I shall slay you without mercy!"

East King Duke spoke with disdain.

"You seek death!"

Candle Dragon roared and lunged forward, spitting out his spiritual treasure, the Dragon Pearl, and hurling it toward East King Duke.

Candle Dragon believed that with the rise of the Dragon Tribe and the favor of the heavens, he could surely overcome his opponent. Little did he know that East King Duke's progress was beyond his imagination. Breaking through from the early stage to the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm was not merely a matter of increased cultivation.

There was also the elevation of his origin. When they had last fought, East King Duke's Pure Yang power had been profound, but only slightly stronger than Candle Dragon's. Now, having refined the origin of the Fusang tree and transformed his Pure Yang into Supreme Yang, his entire immortal power had undergone a comprehensive upgrade.

Coupled with the refinement of nearly one Yuan Hui, his magic power had become extremely pure. Furthermore, after his breakthrough, his Innate Spiritual Treasures displayed even greater might. He had been able to hold his own against Luohu previously, and he would not fear even if Ancestor Dragon himself arrived, let alone this mere Candle Dragon.

Facing the incoming Dragon Pearl, East King Duke took a casual step that spanned ten thousand feet. Infused with Supreme Yang Power, he threw a punch.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion shook the surroundings.

The Dragon Pearl, which appeared to possess extraordinary power, was sent flying the moment it touched East King Duke's fist wind. Candle Dragon hurriedly reached out to retrieve it, struggling to stabilize it. Feeling the overwhelming Supreme Yang Immortal Power, his once-confident expression changed drastically.

East King Duke turned his fist into a palm and flipped it casually. The palm force manifested into a mountain a million feet tall, pressing down toward Candle Dragon's head.

The Supreme Yang mountain exuded a boundless, heavy aura of destruction. Its mere suppression was enough to scatter one's soul. Candle Dragon felt his primordial spirit tremble. Amidst rising clouds and mist, he transformed into his true form, intending to flee.

Having been forced to flee in disgrace at East King Duke's hands before, he considered it a humiliation. But this time, he could not afford to care. Transforming into his true form to escape twice might make him a laughingstock, but it was better than losing his life and having his Dao dissipate.

Candle Dragon's true form was incomparably massive. He rammed into the mountain with all his might, True Dragon essence blood spraying like a fountain as he barely managed to break through a corner, preparing to fly away.

Then, he heard a voice.

"Sword, emerge!"

East King Duke's Pure Yang Sword flew out once more, manifesting into a supreme, giant phantom sword, and slashed down.

"Pfft!"

The Dragon Tribe's Dao body was powerful, and ordinary spiritual treasures could not harm it in the slightest. Yet, under the Pure Yang Sword, it was as fragile as ten-thousand-year-old rotten wood. As the sword light flashed, the massive dragon head fell.

The life force of the giant dragon's true form was severed in an instant, and it plummeted from the sky. The Candle Dragon, a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, had been slain!

However, being a top-tier clan of the Primordial Era, the Dragon Clan possessed its own inherited divine abilities. A True Spirit flew out from the severed dragon neck, immediately and instinctively casting a technique. Regardless of the cost, it burned its True Dragon origin, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing.

By the time East King Duke made a move, the Candle Dragon's True Spirit had already flown a million miles away. In truth, had he been determined to kill it completely, he could have easily intercepted it by unleashing the Chaos Bead to tear through the void.

However, exposing his supreme treasure for such a purpose was truly not worth it. This Candle Dragon was left with only a sliver of its True Spirit, which was practically no different from being dead. Furthermore, with the decline of the Dragon Clan imminent, there was even less need for him to take personal action.

Thus, he looked up at the void, let out a soft hum, and withdrew his aura. Making no further moves, he turned around and flicked his sleeves, sweeping up Xuan Yang and the others before flashing back into his Daoist sanctum.

The battle between the Supreme Yang Dao Lord of Mount Fang Island and the Dragon Clan, though brief, was earth-shattering enough to strike fear into the Four Seas. As a Great Supernatural Being, East King Duke was already renowned throughout the East Sea; this act only added to his fearsome reputation.

This was, after all, his move to establish his prestige across the Primordial Era using the Dragon Clan, and the effect had clearly been achieved.