Effortless, Call Them All Here
Upon hearing this, the Fire Dragon laughed in anger.
"A mere Tiger Jiao, not even fully grown, dares to spout such nonsense! Even your father wouldn't dare speak to me like that!"
The Little Tiger Jiao looked disdainful.
"Hmph, to deal with Fire Dragon like you, there's no need for my father to step in; I am enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Little Tiger Jiao raised its head and roared.
In an instant, yellow sand swirled up again, a fierce wind raged, and terrifying killing intent filled the air.
The Fire Dragon looked disdainful, and the next moment an endless heat wave shot up and exploded, with flames covering the sky and the sun.
The Fire Dragon's body resembled a floating active volcano, with each scale forged from the Innate Li Fire. Its crimson-gold base was surging with leaping flames, and with a gentle flap of its wings, sparks would fall.
The terrifying pressure of the Spirit Transformation Realm descended like the heavens, completely enveloping this world, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the raging fire.
The yellow sand that filled the sky crumbled instantly under the scorching heat and flames.
The gale seemed to have melted away by the flames, completely subsiding.
Before the Little Tiger Jiao could even react, it was instantly slammed to the ground by the oppressive force released by the Fire Dragon.
With a loud bang that echoed through the sky, a large crater was instantly smashed into the ground, and the Little Tiger Jiao seemed to be firmly embedded in the ground, unable to move an inch.
At this moment, the Little Tiger Jiao's eyes revealed fear and horror...
He never imagined that the Fire Dragon was so powerful!
That aura was completely different from that of Spirit Communication- level being; it had already surpassed the Spirit Communication, and even his father had never possessed it!
"How about that? Still dare to talk big?" The Fire Dragon lowered its head, looking at the Little Tiger Jiao embedded in the ground, and snorted coldly.
The Little Tiger Jiao coughed up blood; its internal organs had long since shifted or even shattered.
He was now at the end of his life.
Right now, he simply doesn't have the will or the power to do anything about it.
Faced with the Fire Dragon's taunts, the Little Tiger Jiao was so anxious that it coughed up blood repeatedly.
He was originally the exceptionally talented young master of the Tiger Jiao Clan, with a tiger's head and a dragon's body. His dark blue scales should have been lustrous and radiant, but now seven or eight tenths of them were shattered, and deep burns that revealed the bone covered his entire body.
Half of the tiger's tail was charred black by the dragon fire, and the not-yet-fully-grown horn on its forehead was broken off, with smoke still sizzling from the broken end.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had never suffered such humiliation!
To uphold his pride, he used the last of his Demon Power to unleash his innate Weak Water Jiao Lightning.
That was an extremely cold Divine Ability capable of freezing and cracking the soul of Nascent Soul Cultivator; a dark blue arc of lightning wrapped around a water dragon formed from Weak Water roared out.
But in front of the Fire Dragon, this attack was like child's play. The moment the Weak Water Jiao Lightning touched the surrounding fire curtain, it was like snow hitting boiling water. It only made a piercing sizzling sound before being burned to the point that not a trace of water vapor remained, and not even a trace of cold air could be released.
"You worthless beast, you dare to fight back?"
The Fire Dragon's deep roar shook the surrounding mountain walls, causing rocks to fall. He simply raised his front paw and pressed down in mid-air.
The Innate Li Fire, carrying the unparalleled power of the Spirit Concentration Realm, crashed down. The protective Gang Qi around the Little Tiger Jiao couldn't even withstand it for a moment before shattering like glass.
A crisp cracking sound pierced the roaring heatwave as its sternum was instantly shattered.
Already as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, he had completely lost hope of surviving, and his life force was rapidly fading away.
Feeling the life force within his body rapidly fading, the Little Tiger Jiao's eyes were filled with the despair of impending death.
The Fire Dragon's mouth opened slightly, and a Fire Dragon, brimming with the power to Burn Heaven and Destroy Earth, slowly rotated between its teeth. The fire element, powerful enough to annihilate the soul of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, had already firmly locked onto its spirit. With just a gentle exhale, it would burn the dragon, along with its skin, bones, and Primordial Spirit, into ashes.
At that critical moment between life and death, several mournful dragon roars suddenly tore through the sky!
"Young Master!"
"You wicked dragon, do not harm my clan's young master!"
Eight powerful beams of light streaked across the sky, each a Nascent Soul elder of the Tiger Jiao Clan, all at the late-stage of the Spirit Communication realm.
However, although these elders were elders of the Tiger Jiao Clan, they were not Tiger Jiao, but Flood Dragon.
These eight Flood Dragon are all renowned overlords in the Chenwei Dao Realm.
The leading Flood Dragon had its whiskers and hair bristling, and its scales rubbed together, producing a clanging sound.
He unleashed his natal Law Treasure, the Mystic Water Sea-Calming Shield, its body forged from millennia-old deep-sea Cold Iron, churning with raging torrents of weak water.
The Flood Dragon elders on both sides simultaneously crushed their natal dragon talismans, sparing no effort to burn their life Essence Blood to unleash their peak combat power.
The remaining Flood Dragon instantly formed the Black Water Dragon-Trapping Grand Formation, and the dark blue Water God connected to form a sky curtain, with countless Cold Water Jiao Lightning churning within the array.
They must join forces to suppress the Fire Dragon!
But the Fire Dragon didn't even lift an eyelid.
Just as the three Flood Dragon that rushed forward were about to unleash their natal magic Law Treasure, the Fire Dragon merely flicked its tail tip casually.
A thin, crimson-gold line of fire shot out from the tip of the tail, seemingly insignificant, but wherever it passed, the space was burned open with a pitch-black rift.
The Mystic Water Sea-Calming Shield, which could withstand a full-force attack from Nascent Soul Peak, instantly turned red-hot the moment it touched the fire line, then melted through and vaporized, leaving not even a single fragment behind.
The three-headed Flood Dragon' screams were trapped in their throats. Their physical bodies, Primordial Spirit, and even their supernatural Divine Ability, pushed to their limits, were like paper before this line of fire. They were burned to ashes in an instant, and not even a wisp of their Primordial Spirit could escape.
The remaining five heads were filled with rage, but they were already in a predicament and could only use all their remaining cultivation to activate the great formation.
The Cold Water Jiao Lightning rained down on the Fire Dragon like a storm. Dozens of Flood Dragon formed from the weak water bared their fangs and claws, and the entire world was shrouded in a ghostly blue, extremely cold light, colliding with the crimson-gold flames around the Fire Dragon, creating an extreme clash between ice and fire.
Only then did the Fire Dragon slowly turn its head, its crimson-gold eyes devoid of any emotion, only displaying indifferent mockery.
It opened its mouth and gently spat out a fireball the size of a fist.
The moment the fireball was launched, the temperature of this area suddenly soared to its extreme.
The roaring weak water Flood Dragon and the sky full of Cold Water Jiao Lightning began to melt silently when they were still a hundred feet away from the fireball. The Indestructible Dragon-Trapping Grand Formation was instantly ignited at its core, and the entire formation collapsed along with it.
Those elders who wanted to burn their Essence Blood and self-destruct were horrified to find that their Demon Core, Primordial Spirit, and even the Demon Power around them were all locked down by the pressure of the Spirit Transformation emanating from the fireball, leaving them no room for self-destruction.
They could only watch helplessly as the flames spread. In the next instant, the five Flood Dragon, along with their Law Treasure, physical bodies, and Primordial Spirit, were all Innate Li Fire, leaving not even a trace.
From the first whooshing sound to the final elder's complete annihilation, it took no more than three breaths.
The world fell completely calm.
The Fire Dragon lowered its gaze again, looking at the Little Tiger Jiao embedded in the ground, completely limp and unable to even tremble.
It slowly retracted its dragon claws, and the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Realm tightened again, like an invisible mountain pressing down on the Little Tiger Jiao's soul, sealing off all its escape routes or even self-destruction.
The flames in the dragon's eyes flickered slightly, carrying a cat-like indifference and mockery. The deep dragon roar rang out again, making the Little Tiger Jiao's soul go numb.
"Bring on the rest of the dead."
"So I don't have to take action again and again!"