Azure Dragon Chant, Burning Death Domain

"Hand over... the Dragon Soul Mirror... and... the Azure Dragon inheritance..."

The cold, vast will was like hundreds of millions of icy needles, viciously stabbing into Lu Chen's nearly shattered sea of consciousness. Every word carried an irresistible power of laws and crushing pressure upon the soul.

Lu Chen's mangled body lay sprawled across the scorched earth. The flesh at the stump of his right leg was slowly necrotizing under the corrosion of deathly energy, while the blood flowing from the wound through his chest had already turned thick and dark red.

Excruciating pain, weakness, and soul-rending exhaustion battered the last line of defense in his consciousness wave after wave like a rising tide.

His vision was a blur of blood-red and dim darkness. Only the towering gray-black projection of deathly energy upon the western horizon, along with those colossal eyes burning with pale flames, remained horribly clear.

Beyond the Longevity Realm... was this the power of the Undead Monarch, the Soul-Burying Venerable?

Merely a single projection had rendered the surviving creatures within dozens of miles mute as cicadas in winter. Even the distant pursuits and routs seemed as though someone had pressed pause.

Every soldier, friend and foe alike, stood frozen in place, staring fearfully at that deathly silent sky.

Run? The thought was crushed the instant it arose.

His aura had long since been utterly locked down. Beneath the gaze of those gigantic pale-flamed eyes, space was as solid as divine iron, and even his thoughts grew sluggish.

Hand it over?

The Dragon Soul Mirror Sub-Seal had already shattered, yet that origin aura from the Fallen Dragon Abyss—so intimately tied to the Azure Dragon inheritance—remained branded deep within his soul.

The Azure Dragon Halberd... that dragon's roar just now... Lu Chen's blurred gaze swept toward the Azure Dragon