Star Dou Forest and the Dragon God's Wrath

The two dragon cores within Yu Chen were trembling in an extremely bizarre manner—not circulating, not erupting, but decomposing all their energy.

Yu Chen was going to detonate his dragon cores. Like Tang Hao detonating his rings, they could recover afterward, but if he detonated his dragon cores, they might not recover.

He was going to trade his life for Tang San's.

"Have you lost your mind?!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically as he tried to pull out the Asura Sword and retreat.

But it was already too late.

"Boom—!!"

The two dragon cores detonated simultaneously.

This was no ordinary explosion. The two dragon cores detonated while fused together, releasing destructive energy powerful enough to tear apart a divine realm. Golden light burst from every pore of Yu Chen's dragon body, directly shattering the Asura Demon Sword's blade and blasting a massive crack through the spatial barrier of Sea God's Realm.

The energy spread outward.

At that moment, the entire Sea God's Realm was swallowed by golden light.

And when the light faded—

Yu Chen was still standing.

No, more precisely, he was still floating.

His dragon body could no longer be called a dragon body. All his scales were gone, and his flesh had nearly burned away, leaving only a golden skeleton barely maintaining the shape of a dragon. Cracks covered his dragon bones, and every joint creaked, as though a gust of wind could scatter him.

But within his eyes—

There was light.

The boundless energy released by the fused detonation of the two dragon cores had, at that moment, pushed him to an unprecedented height—

The combat power of a God King.

Though it was only temporary, though the price was that he could die at any moment after detonating his dragon cores, at this moment—

He and Tang San stood on the same level.

Tang San looked at the golden dragon before him, reduced to nothing but a skeleton, at those golden dragon eyes still burning within their hollow sockets. The expression on his face could no longer be described as shock.

It was fear.

A half-step God King was genuinely experiencing fear at that moment.

"How could you... be this strong?"

His voice trembled slightly. The dark red light on his Asura Divine Armor flickered unstably. The shockwave from the dragon core detonation had also damaged his divine body, and Asura divine power surged chaotically within him.

Yu Chen did not answer.

Because he knew this state would not last long. The price of detonating his dragon cores was death. At this moment, he was merely burning the last of his life force for one final blaze of glory.

But this was enough.

Even if it was only for an instant, he had to make Tang San understand—

The backbone of the dragon clan could not be broken.

However, Yu Chen did not know that.

At the instant the two dragon cores detonated and the power of fate scattered—

Douluo Continent, Star Dou Forest.

An aura that had slumbered for countless years suddenly awakened.

The Silver Dragon King.

From the depths of the lake, she opened her silver vertical pupils. Her pupils contracted to their limit in an instant, because she sensed something that made even her soul tremble—the fortune of the dragon clan was dissipating.

This was no ordinary fluctuation of fortune. It was the extinction of the dragon clan's supreme fortune. It felt as though a thread connecting the vital lifelines of all dragons was being violently torn apart.

"Who?!"

The Silver Dragon King's roar shattered the clouds stretching a thousand zhang above the lake, and the entire Star Dou Forest trembled beneath it.

"Who did this?!"

Her divine sense poured out like a tidal wave, frantically searching for the source of the dissipating fortune.

At the same time, a golden-red figure within Star Dou Forest abruptly rose to her feet.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion.

Her entire body trembled, and tears filled her three golden eyes. She sensed it—an aura of her own kind, an Emperor Auspicious Beast aura sharing the same origin as hers, was vanishing.

No, it was not vanishing.

It was falling.

"Wuu—"

A mournful cry escaped the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's throat, so desolate that all beasts fell silent and the plants withered.

Di Tian rushed over at the sound. When he saw the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's state, his dragon pupils abruptly shrank.

"What happened?"

"Uncle Di Tian..." The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's voice trembled as golden tears streamed from all three of her eyes. "He... he has fallen..."

"What did you say?" Di Tian's voice suddenly rose several times louder. His dragon might burst out uncontrollably, crushing the surrounding trees in swathes.

"You mean—the Emperor Auspicious Beast that was only just born has fallen?"

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion nodded desperately, already sobbing uncontrollably.

Overwhelming fury surged into Di Tian's dragon eyes in an instant.

He raised his head, opened his dragon maw, and let out a roar that shot straight into the heavens—

"Roar—!!"

That roar was not a dragon's cry. It was the dragon clan's funeral bell.

Centered on Star Dou Forest, the sound waves spread in every direction, reaching the entirety of Douluo Continent. Countless cracks split the sky, the earth trembled, and every soul beast—from ten-year beasts to hundred-thousand-year beasts—fell to their knees, shaking beneath that roar.

"All Star Dou subjects—heed my command!!"

Di Tian's voice rolled like heavenly thunder, echoing throughout Star Dou Forest.

"Unleash the beast tide!!"

At a single command, ten thousand beasts responded.

From the deepest reaches of Star Dou Forest, countless soul beasts roared at once. The earth shook beneath the stampede of countless beasts, while the sky was blotted out by the wings of flying soul beasts.

The Myriad Demon King responded first. His massive body burst from the ground, radiating the terrifying aura of a five-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year ferocious beast as he charged toward the forest's outskirts.

Scarlet King followed close behind. Crimson flames carried devastating heat, reducing the trees along his path to ash, while the killing intent in his eyes nearly solidified.

Zi Ji transformed into a massive purple dragon, and wherever she passed, a strange substance spread, leaving not a blade of grass alive.

Bear Lord—the ferocious beast who had always been the least willing to submit to Di Tian—raised no objection this time. His enormous bear body rose to its feet, and thick killing intent poured from him like a mountain flood. His blood-red bear eyes stared fixedly toward the human cities.

Even Bi Ji, the gentlest among them, had reddened eyes. She was not skilled in battle, but for the first time, fury burned in her gaze.

"Humans..."

Di Tian's voice descended from the heavens, cold enough to seem inhuman.

"I will not let this go."

Elsewhere.

Dragon Valley.

The Dragon God held the Ascension Dragon Pillar he had just retrieved and was preparing to leave.

The Ascension Dragon Pillar was entirely golden, dragon patterns flowing across its surface as it radiated an ancient and dignified aura. It was a supreme treasure of the dragon clan, once the token passed on when the dragon clan's crown prince inherited the position of Dragon God. He had intended to personally give it to his grandson.

Yet just as he took his first step—

He stopped.

A faint aura, one nearly about to dissipate, came from somewhere far away.

It was the resonance of bloodlines.

It was a signal conveyed through the invisible bond between the bloodline within his grandson and the bloodline within himself.

And that bond—was breaking.

The Dragon God's hand clenched abruptly, and the dragon patterns on the Ascension Dragon Pillar flickered madly within his palm.

"This..."

His dragon eyes, ancient enough to have nearly lost their luster, suddenly blazed at that moment, bright as two suns.

"Something happened to Yu Chen?!"

The Ascension Dragon Pillar creaked in his grip. The golden dragon patterns grew ever brighter amid the violent trembling, as if they too sensed their master's fury.

The Dragon God's aura erupted completely at that moment.

It was the pressure belonging to the Dragon God, the supreme power that had once ruled over ten thousand dragons and commanded heaven and earth. Dragon Valley shook violently beneath that pressure, and countless sleeping dragon descendants awoke from their nests, trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Who was it?!"

The Dragon God's roar shattered the sky above Dragon Valley, revealing a chaotic void. His divine sense became a sharp sword, tearing through space, crossing planes, and shooting toward Douluo Continent.

He saw it.

He saw everything.

He saw the battlefield within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, saw the golden dragon reduced to nothing but a skeleton, saw the figure holding the Asura Demon Sword and wearing the Asura Divine Armor.

His divine sense lingered on that figure for an instant.

Then—

He recognized that aura.

The Asura God.

The new Asura God.

Within the Dragon God's dragon eyes, an ancient, profound fury capable of destroying everything erupted completely at that moment.

"What an Asura God."

The five words were spoken lightly, yet they caused the temperature throughout Dragon Valley to plummet by dozens of degrees.

The Ascension Dragon Pillar hummed and trembled in his palm, as though responding to its master's rage and calling out to its young master who was about to fall.

The Dragon God slowly raised his head. His gaze pierced through the shattered sky, through the endless void, toward Douluo Continent.

Within those ancient dragon eyes were fury and killing intent, but even more than that—

"You dare touch my grandson!

"You're courting death."