The Dark Prison Dragon Emperor-Long Xiaoyao, the Fourth God!

That dragon's roar did not belong to the mortal world.

The clash of divine powers in the sky was violently interrupted.

A pitch-black rift burst open out of nowhere. From it emerged a figure clad in dark-gold armor of dragon scales.

His aura was cold and domineering, steeped in annihilation and death.

Behind him, eight dark-gold Divine Rings slowly revolved around an innermost ring of ominous black and red. Each ring hummed with the lament of an entire Dragon Clan era.

A fourth god.

"I offered myself as a sacrifice and ignited ten thousand years of the Dragon God's resentment in the Dragon's Graveyard. Only then did I forge this Godhood."

Long Xiaoyao spoke in a dry, rasping voice, each word forced through a rusted throat. His divine sense locked onto Su Chen, bearing down so heavily it nearly pinned him in place.

"Su Chen, you destroyed my Holy Spirit Cult and crippled the woman I love."

"Today, I have returned from hell for one reason: to kill you!"

"Long Xiaoyao?"

Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly.

She knew that face, but she could not comprehend what stood before her. The Dragon Clan's Godhood Inheritance had long since been severed. How could a man nearing the end of his life become a god?

It defied everything she knew.

Tang San's gaze changed as well—a god seeking revenge on Su Chen? He had the same target as Bibi Dong...

Yet once Long Xiaoyao had vented his fury, fierce enough to burn heaven and earth, he did something no one expected.

He slowly turned his head.

His eyes, burning with dragonfire from the Abyss, settled on an equally astonished Bibi Dong. His voice was cold beyond measure.

"Bibi Dong, there was never any grudge between us. The fall of the Holy Spirit Cult,