Asura God Tang San, Yu Chen Falls

Tang San lowered his head and looked at the golden giant dragon bound by chains. Blue-gold chains bit into its scales, crushing its bones. Golden blood seeped from countless wounds and dripped down the chains. The dragon's left wing was broken, its right claw mangled, one horn snapped, and its body was covered in cracks deep enough to expose bone.

His voice was soft, as though soothing a trapped beast. "Stop struggling. You no longer have the right to struggle."

The chains tightened, followed by the crisp sound of bones shattering. Yu Chen raised his bloodied dragon head. With barely a breath left, he forced out each word: "Tang San... I never thought you would be so despicable."

Tang San crouched down, meeting those dim golden dragon eyes. "Despicable? Only the weak speak of despicability. The strong care only about results. You are no longer in control of yourself. You cannot even move a finger."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his Blue-Gold Divine Armor shining brilliantly. "One last chance—submit, or die."

Silence.

Yu Chen laughed. It was a faint laugh leaking from his shattered throat, hoarse and weak, yet without fear—only pure, lofty contempt.

"Hahaha... Tang San, Tang San... even if I die here, so what? Submit to you? Dream on."

Tang San's face darkened. The humiliation of being scorned by an ant stabbed at his nerves. Blue-gold divine power burst from his body, and the seawater within the Sea God's Realm boiled under the force of his killing intent. His trident pressed against Yu Chen's throat, its tip piercing the dragon scales. "Do you believe I'll—"

"Tang San!" Yu Chen suddenly roared, making the chains tremble. "Don't you want my bloodline? At worst—I'll self-destruct! Do you think I wouldn't dare?!"

As soon as the words fell, all the power of Yu Chen's bloodline ignited at once. It was not a limited burn, but a desperate gamble with everything he had. Golden dragon patterns spread from the tips of his horns to the end of his tail, like rivers of magma surging beneath his skin. His dragon body began to glow—from the depths of his flesh, his bones, and every drop of dragon blood. His heart pounded like a war drum, shaking the divine power fluctuations on the chains violently.

Cracks appeared on the chains. Bloodline power spread along them like flames, burning away the blue-gold divine power.

Tang San's expression changed. "You've gone mad—!"

Yu Chen raised his dragon head, his golden eyes shining like two suns. He spoke, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping rusted iron, every word carrying blood and broken bone.

"A man travels the world. Wherever he reaches, there he may be buried. All green mountains beneath heaven are the same."

Seven parts calm, three parts tragic. Like a traveler who had spent his entire life on the road, looking back one final time before leaving without turning his head again.

Boom—!!

The chains shattered. Every chain exploded into dust at the same instant, blue-gold fragments scattering like a torrential downpour.

Tang San's pupils contracted. "Impossible—!"

Yu Chen slowly stood up. The golden giant dragon swayed atop the sea. Its body was riddled with wounds, flesh torn open and bones exposed. Only broken stumps remained of its left wing, its right claw was gone, one horn was broken, a third of its tail was missing, and a crack ran from the top of its skull to its eye socket, golden blood pouring from it.

He should not have been able to stand. Yet he stood. Because that final breath—the pride born from the depths of his soul, from the root of his bloodline, from the bones of dragonkind—had not dispersed.

Tang San looked at the battered golden giant dragon, and an absurd feeling rose within him. He had killed countless people and seen countless strong warriors kneel and beg for mercy, but someone beaten to such a state still standing—this was the first time.

Tang San took a deep breath, a complicated smile appearing on his face. "I never provoked you. You were the one who came to anger me again and again."

The smile vanished, replaced by the wrath of a God King. Blue-gold divine power surged wildly, and the golden light on the trident condensed to its peak. "Since you refuse to cooperate time after time—then become a prisoner for good."

Yu Chen looked at that golden light and laughed. "A prisoner? Tang San—come and fight."

"Even if I die, so what?!" The golden dragon eyes burned completely. It was not soul power, but a will that transcended everything—the will of the dragon race, an unyielding will, a will that would rather be crushed to pieces than bend its back. "No one can humiliate me—!"

That roar erupted from the depths of his soul. The golden giant dragon's ruined body burst with blinding light, every remaining scale becoming a golden sun. His blood boiled, his bones burned, and every cell screamed—not from pain, but battle intent.

"At worst—this body will fall!!"

The instant those final words left his mouth, the golden giant dragon shot forward. There was no hesitation, no retreat. His battered body became a streak of golden light, carrying burning bloodline power, the resolve to die, and the dragon race's pride forged over ten thousand years—charging straight at Tang San.

At that moment, the entire Sea God's Realm fell silent. The sea breeze stopped. The waves stopped. For the first time, Tang San's eyes reflected a sight that sent a chill through his heart—a golden giant dragon drenched in blood and broken beyond recognition, launching its final charge with near-madness.

Within those golden dragon eyes, there was no hatred, no rage, only one thing—refusal to yield even in death.

That strike carried the bloodline power burning to extinction, all of his life force, and the ten-thousand-year pride of a dragon sovereign. The golden dragon claw, wrapped in destruction condensed into tangible light, slammed into Tang San's chest.

Boom—!!

The Sea God's Realm trembled violently. The cracks in the sky expanded severalfold, and the sea was split in two. Tang San flew backward, rolling several times. Clear cracks appeared across the breastplate of his Sea God Divine Armor, blue-gold divine power leaking from them. He forcibly steadied himself—"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blue-gold blood sprayed out, sizzling as it struck the sea.

Tang San lowered his head to look at the cracks in his breastplate, then at the blood at the corner of his mouth. His expression shifted from shock to disbelief. He had been injured. A half-step God King had actually been wounded by a lower-realm soul beast that had not even reached godhood.

"You... were actually able to hurt me?" His voice was low, but filled with rage suppressed to the extreme.

He looked up at Yu Chen. The golden giant dragon was in an even more miserable state. Its light had dimmed to the limit, its burning bloodline nearing its end. Only its final breath held it aloft, and it could fall at any moment. Yet its golden dragon eyes remained fixed on Tang San. There was no triumph in them, only cold, pure battle intent.

Tang San's expression twisted completely. The composed and elegant mask of a God King shattered beyond repair, revealing a face warped by humiliation and rage.

"Beast—!!" His furious roar made the Sea God's Realm tremble. "You have enraged me!!"

The blue-gold Sea God power abruptly receded, replaced by a suffocatingly dense dark-red baleful aura. The Sea God Divine Armor shattered and reformed into a savage suit of dark-red battle armor—the Asura Divine Armor. The Sea God's eight wings dissolved, and the Asura Twin Wings emerged. Every feather seemed forged from congealed blood, radiating an aura of slaughter that made all things tremble.

The Golden Trident vanished, replaced by a giant blood-red sword—the Asura Sword. Dark-red patterns flowed across its blade like a rushing river of blood, and wherever the edge passed, space itself wailed.

Asura descended. The Sea God's Realm changed color completely. The sky was red. The sea was red. Even the air was red. Killing intent filled every corner, forcibly turning the Sea God's domain into Asura's execution ground.

Tang San—now the Asura God—floated beneath the blood-red heavens, clad in dark-red divine armor, his Asura Twin Wings spread wide, the Asura Demon Sword in hand. No human emotion remained in his eyes, only cold, pure killing intent.

"Beast—take my sword—"

The Asura Demon Sword rose, its dark-red patterns blazing wildly as terrifying energy capable of destroying a world gathered at its tip.

Asura—Judgment!

The sword fell. A pitch-black sword beam descended from the heavens, piercing through the entire space.

Yu Chen could not evade it. In his current state, he did not even have the strength to raise a claw. He could only watch that black sword light draw closer and closer—

"Pfft—"

The Asura Sword pierced through his chest. The black blade entered through his front and emerged from his back. Asura divine power rampaged wildly inside the dragon body, destroying every shred of flesh and bone it touched.

The golden giant dragon's body froze in midair. Its dragon eyes widened sharply, then slowly contracted. A mouthful of golden blood spilled out, flowing down the Demon Sword's blade.

His body swayed. The light of his dragon body faded completely, golden dragon patterns going dark one after another like leaves falling from a tree in the autumn wind. His wings drooped, his tail hung low, and only the Demon Sword kept his entire body from falling.

It seemed that he would collapse the very next second.

A satisfied chill flashed through Tang San's eyes. "It is over."

He was about to pull out the divine sword when he suddenly sensed something wrong.

Deep within Yu Chen's dragon body, two points of light pulsed wildly. They were not bloodline power, nor were they soul power—they were two cores radiating dazzling light.

Two dragon cores.