"What kind of power is this?"
Looking at the Pudu Cihang enveloped in red light, Xu Long asked with some confusion.
The power of space and the power of time are both advanced powers that are no less than the power of "extreme" forces, and they can even form their own laws.
But what is this red thing? Why have I never heard of it before?
"This is the Blood Fiend Mystic Light, a power that only the Dragon Clan can wield. As the strongest race in the Primordial Era, the Dragon Clan is born with a high level of power that countless other races could never attain in their entire lives."
Pudu Cihang seemed to sigh, yet also mocked, "What I've dreamed of for millions of years is now in my grasp, but I feel no joy whatsoever; instead, I feel utterly indifferent. Have I lost the will to pursue everything, or have I simply stopped caring about these things?"
Looking up at the sky, a hint of melancholy suddenly appeared on Pudu Cihang's face.
"I knew the chances of successfully transforming into a dragon were almost zero, but I still chose to take this risk. Not for the sake of actually transforming into a dragon, but to fulfill my last wish. I thought I would die on the path to dragon transformation and then return to nothingness, but unexpectedly, I succeeded."
What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force. What is meant to be yours, no one can take away. What is not meant to be yours, you cannot obtain even if you fight with all your might.
Xu Long sighed and said something utterly useless.
For Martial Cultivation practitioner, such words are extremely foolish.
Because Martial Cultivation fight against heaven and earth, and even if they are shattered to pieces, they will not retreat a single step, nor will they succumb to fate.
Xu Long's statement was merely an expression of emotion.
It's lamentable that these people are controlled by fate, unable to break free no matter how hard they try.
But then again, aren't I also bound by fate?
It seems that my journey to where I am today, and the power I possess now, was all arranged by the gods of my past life.
But so what? Didn't I earn everything through my own hard work?
If he could get everything by lying in bed, he certainly wouldn't refuse.
Oh, fate...
Pudu Cihang looked at Xu Long, "Fate made me choose to become a dragon, and fate also led me to be saved by you. Next, I will kill you, and that too is fate."
"That's right, it's like farting!"
Xu Long scoffed. You can't expect to gain any advantage by talking to this old codger.
Leaving aside sophistry and wit, Xu Long is far inferior in terms of shamelessness alone.
Having lived for so long, they cared about nothing but the things they held dear in their hearts.
Face and dignity can be discarded at any time, and picked up again at any time.
"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight! Let me see just how powerful the dragon race really is!"
Pudu Cihang roared and immediately took action.
A crimson light enveloped the fist, hurtling towards Xu Long's head.
This punch was powerful and immense, even shattering the spatial turbulence.
Is this power very strong?
Xu Long chuckled and swung his sword at Pudu Cihang.
Dragons are born holy and divine; in ancient times, powerful dragons were even able to contend with top gods.
However, this does not mean that the Dragon Clan is invincible, nor does it mean that the Blood Fiend Mystic Light can contend with the Power of Oblivion.
laugh!
A gray sword light flew towards him and struck Pudu Cihang's fist hard.
Almost visibly, the red light was rapidly being consumed, at a rate at least ten times faster than the Power of Oblivion.
How is that possible?
Pudu Cihang was filled with shock; he couldn't believe that such an outcome had occurred.
He has already successfully transformed into a dragon, and he has already obtained the Blood Fiend Mystic Light, so why can't he defeat this human?
A palm strike severed his wrist; without the support of momentum, the severed portion was quickly Oblivion.
Although the dragon race is powerful, it still cannot reach the level of a supreme deity.
Who exactly are you?
Pudu Cihang stared intently at Xu Long. He had never heard of the Power of Oblivion, but that didn't mean he was ignorant of it.
Such terrifying power is far beyond the control of a mere human being.
"You ask who I am?"
Xu Long's mouth twisted into a smirk as he struck a pose like a war god, "I am the Earth Lord, I am the supreme deity, I am the glory of the past, I am the hope of the future, I am your long-lost father..."
Xu Long is incredibly good at bragging; he could literally drive a bull to its death.
" Earth Lord and Earth... Supreme Deity..."
Xu Long's wicked and arrogant aura and his first two sentences intimidated Pudu Cihang, but when he heard the phrase "his long-lost father," he realized that Xu Long was talking nonsense.
"You're asking for it!"
Pudu Cihang roared, and a surge of crimson light burst forth from his body, rushing towards Xu Long.
He wanted to kill this damned human to defend his worthless dignity.
"Who's courting death is still uncertain!"
A sword flies westward, and brains bloom in profusion!
The Power of Oblivion transformed into a net that enveloped the entire world, including the Pudu Cihang.
Sizzle!
Puff puff puff!
Cuts were made, and gray energy eroded Pudu Cihang's body.
"How is this possible? Why? Why can't I use the Blood Fiend Mystic Light anymore? Why?"
Feeling the energy within his body spiraling out of control and rapidly disappearing, Pudu Cihang's face was filled with horror.
He didn't know why the dragon's body had gone out of control.
"Having dragon blood but lacking a dragon soul, wanting to unleash the power of the dragon race is nothing but a pipe dream!"
Xu Long snorted coldly, his face full of mockery.
As one of the most powerful races in ancient times, the power of dragons is not so easily controlled.
For ordinary creatures, being able to come into contact with even a trace of dragon blood is an immense blessing; to want to transform into a dragon with the body of a different race is simply a pipe dream.
The power of dragons will repel any beings that are not of the same race; even if one successfully transforms into a dragon, it will be of no use.
Because no matter how well he pretends, he's still just a Centipede, not a dragon.
The outcome of this battle was predetermined from the very beginning, or rather, the moment Pudu Cihang decided to transform into a dragon, he was on the path to his doom.
Xu Long didn't even need to lift a finger; he wouldn't live more than a few days.
This is a restriction inherent in bloodlines, not only among dragons, but also among other powerful races.
Therefore, those ancient powerful clans generally do not attempt to seize the bloodlines of other races, as not only would they fail, but such attempts would also trigger a major war if discovered.
In ancient times, Pudu Cihang was just an insignificant figure, like an ant, and had no idea about such a secret matter.
As for why Xu Long knew this, it was because Huo Qubing, the guardian of humanity, had explained it to him.
"In this world, only humans can obtain the bloodline of the dragon race. You Centipede, you'd better give up..."
Xu Long snorted coldly, looking at Pudu Cihang as if he were looking at an idiot.
"I... I'm not convinced...!"
The old Centipede was filled with madness. Not only was the Power of Oblivion corroding his body and soul, but even the Blood Fiend Mystic Light in his dragon bloodline was backfiring on him.
There's no need for a finishing blow; the old monster will be reduced to ashes in three breaths at most.