Demon-Slaying

A surge of almost desperate joy instantly overwhelmed his despair and rekindled the last light in his eyes!

"Hahaha!"

He forced a twisted, gleeful smile onto his mangled lips.

It seems... I won in the end, Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan dispelled the majestic "Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages," revealing dragon Dragon Scale and horns all over his body.

They walked step by step toward Xuanye, whose body was now only half-destroyed.

The other person did not show any fear or struggle of impending death; instead, a strange, almost satisfied smile froze on their face.

"It's here."

Seeing Qin Wangchuan approach, he even raised his arm and waved, as if to say hello or to say goodbye.

Xuanye's voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried a strange certainty. "Qin Wangchuan, you killed one of me, and the remaining 'me' will become even stronger."

Even so, are you still going to take action?

Qin Wangchuan did not stop walking, his eyes as cold as Myriad Ages abyss.

"Foolish question."

The moment the words left his mouth, he activated the Taixu Steps!

The figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, and in the next instant appeared beside Xuanye's mangled body.

The palm covered in fine Dragon Scale was now sharper and more deadly than any divine Treasured Artifact!

Without hesitation, without giving the other party any chance to use their final tricks or secret techniques.

"Pfft."

After a soft sound, Xuanye's head was already in Qin Wangchuan's hand.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, and a radiant light dissipated.

"I've already said that."

Qin Wangchuan stared at the still-smiling eyes in the head in his hand, his voice calm yet containing an undeniable resolve, "No matter how many times, I will kill you."

"No matter how powerful you become, no matter where you hide, I will find you and kill you."

Xuanye, now only a head, smiled.

He laughed heartily, even with a hint of satisfaction.

"You are indeed very strong, terrifyingly strong."

"But not invincible."

"I will come back..." His breath was weak, but his eyes were unusually bright as he stared intently at the violently trembling Wheel of Fate behind Qin Wangchuan, "After you lose that wheel."

Wheel?

Qin Wangchuan's heart stirred slightly, and he subconsciously turned around to look.

The Wheel of Fate trembled violently, spinning so fast that it transformed into a blurry golden vortex!

Streams of intense golden light, like threads of cause and effect, burst forth from between the spokes, their brilliance so intense it seemed they were about to explode completely at any moment!

"You didn't expect that, did you, Qin Wangchuan!"

Xuanye's head erupted in a final burst of laughter, filled with the smug satisfaction of having uncovered a secret.

"You use Supernatural Law as a medium to gather cause and effect, and then use this wheel to deduce Borrowing Law."

"Although this thing can't be touched or accelerated, but!"

"Just as I suspected! The causal relationships it can accommodate are not infinite!"

"I promoted Supernatural Law extensively in this Foreign Lands, all to use the continuous flow of causal power to overwhelm it! Although the backlash came sooner than I expected..."

"... The final winner is me!"

He wanted to say something more, but Qin Wangchuan suddenly tightened his grip!

Bang!

Xuanye's head exploded like a fragile watermelon, and his last consciousness and words were completely extinguished.

Almost simultaneously--

Boom!!!

The Wheel of Fate shattered completely! Countless fragments of cause and effect scattered in all directions!

All the whispers in my ears vanished instantly, as if my soul had been emptied.

The shockwave and the stinging pain struck simultaneously, causing Qin Wangchuan to sway violently, his vision to go black, and his legs to falter, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"Dragon Lord!"

Just then, a beautiful figure appeared beside him, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, and steadily supported him.

It's Long Yue.

She held Qin Wangchuan's arm with one hand and gently supported his back with the other, helping his almost exhausted body.

Her beautiful eyes involuntarily darted quickly over him.

Those majestic dragon horns, that naturally drooping dragon tail, and the ancient and noble Dragon Clan aura emanating from its body...

It all felt so real, so intense!

Just by getting close, Long Yue could feel a throbbing and... a sense of submission emanating from the depths of her blood.

Inside my body, it felt as if a voice was whispering, urging me on:

Kneeling... surrendering...

You must know that she is Sacred Heir, and she also has the Ancestral Dragon Blood in her veins.

It could make one's blood surge so violently, even controlling one's heartbeat, making one involuntarily submit.

It can't be wrong.

The person before me is the supreme manifestation of the Dragon Clan bloodline.

He is the undisputed ruler of the True Dragon Tribe!

Realizing this, Long Yue had already begun to ponder it.

Once Qin Wangchuan had regained his footing, he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the excruciating pain and sense of imbalance that felt like his soul was being torn apart.

Without hesitation, Long Yue bent down and knelt on both knees.

But this time, the posture was more solemn and more devout.

She gently pressed her forehead, along with her pair of crystalline dragon horns, onto the cold ground.

Dragons are inherently proud, and this is the highest form of etiquette.

"You... successfully."

Long Yue's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

"From this day forward, Long Yue of the True Dragon Clan, and all its members, will submit to you."

"Your will is the direction of our people."

Qin Wangchuan pressed hard on his temple, which was throbbing with pain, and his vision blurred as he scanned his surroundings.

The Wheel of Fate has vanished completely, leaving only scattered fragments and remnants shimmering with an eerie light.

The emptiness and persistent stinging in his soul made it difficult for him to concentrate on thinking further.

"Xuanye!"

He's really daring!

They can even pull off something like this to turn the tide in a desperate situation!

Qin Wangchuan, suppressing his discomfort, gave the order in a hoarse voice:

"Collect all the debris that was blown up."

"Then, find me a place to rest."

"Yes!" Long Yue replied immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

She turned her head slightly and gave a look to the Dragon Guard standing behind her.

The Dragon Guard were already intimidated by the bloodline pressure emanating from Qin Wangchuan.

Upon receiving the order, he moved swiftly and began carefully collecting the scattered fragments of the Wheel of Fate.

At the same time, Long Yue stood up again, reached out her hand once more, and gently but firmly took Qin Wangchuan's arm, her voice gentle and full of respect:

"Dragon Lord, please come with me."

"... Please be careful with it."

She held her breath, her movements as careful as if she were serving a deity.

Every word uttered from her lips was soft and devout, yet the eyes that gazed at him shone with an intense and frenzied light.

It was as if believers had finally seen the one true Deity.

With Long Yue's support, Qin Wangchuan took a few steps, but then paused slightly.

He raised his head and suddenly locked his gaze on the sky.

There, the Principle were in disarray, and the tides of energy surged like raging waves, causing the Space Tremors.

Like an invisible hammer, it struck at my senses again and again.

His brow furrowed slightly. "The battle up there isn't over yet."

Long Yue's arm, which was supporting him, tightened slightly, and she lowered her head in shame.

"The Principle of this realm are flawed and excessively suppressive, preventing any member of our clan from reaching the Emperor Realm here."

Her voice carried an undisguised sense of humiliation and resentment, the stifling feeling of a noble Dragon Clan trapped in shallow waters.

"But please rest assured, Dragon Lord!"

"As long as we return to the Immortal Court and our homeland, our race will surely break free from its shackles and reclaim its High Antiquity glory!"

"At that time, the True Dragon Tribe will surely become the sharpest spear and the strongest shield in your hands, helping you conquer the heavens and clear away all obstacles!"

"And you will surely lead the True Dragon Clan back to the pinnacle!"

Long Yue's tone grew increasingly excited as she spoke, her eyes burning with an intense light.

It was as if one could already see the Dragon Clan, led by Qin Wangchuan, returning to their former glory.

But then she realized she seemed to have strayed from the immediate problem, and quickly regained her composure, adding:

"Although it's tricky, I think... it should be over soon."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, golden light condensing at his fingertips as he slashed through the air.

A golden Dharma Edict, formed purely from the Dragon Might and will, appeared out of thin air and soared into the sky.

It bears only two ancient and domineering characters, their strokes sharp as swords, revealing their full power:

[Demon-Slaying]