Despair, Father and Son Perish

The Little Tiger Jiao was in utter despair. His eyes were unfocused, and he was barely breathing.

Without hesitation, the Fire Dragon gently clenched its claws, and in an instant, the Little Tiger Jiao perished.

At the moment the Little Tiger Jiao died, a deafening roar suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

"My son--!!"

In an instant, the High Antiquity Tiger Jiao's true form, three thousand feet tall, tore through the void and burst forth. The purple-gold divine patterns on its jet-black scales flickered wildly due to extreme rage, and every scale trembled violently.

Sensing his only son's life-or-death crisis, he rushed over like a madman, burning his own life force to Rend Space, but ultimately he was just a little too late.

He only saw his son's mangled and charred body lying quietly in the crater, the familiar bloodline aura he knew so well had completely dissipated into the world.

The Old Tiger Jiao froze in mid-air, and two streams of crimson tears instantly flowed from its eyes.

He traversed the Chenwei thousands of years, protecting this sole heir for hundreds of years, and devoting all the resources of his clan to nurturing him into the future hope of the Tiger Jiao Clan. But now, he couldn't even be there to see his son one last time, nor did he have the chance to shield him from a fatal blow.

The extreme grief instantly transformed into a raging fury that could Burn Heaven and Destroy Earth.

With a flick of his tiger tail, he tightly wrapped his son's corpse behind him, his tiger eyes fixed on the Fire Dragon in mid-air, filled with nothing but a mad urge to perish together.

"You wicked dragon!! I'll make you pay for my son's life!!"

Before his roar had even faded, he unleashed his full cultivation, revealing all his trump cards without holding back, each move a forbidden technique fought with his life on the line.

With a spit, he searched the Chenwei, and the Myriad Waters Mysterious Origin Pearl, refined from several extremely rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, soared into the sky. The pearl, formed from the essence of innate weak water, attracted a vast expanse of water. The endless corrosive weak water above his head transformed into a celestial river that stretched across the heavens and earth. As the river surged, even space itself was eroded with fine cracks.

Immediately afterwards, he burned away the High Antiquity bloodline essence that he had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years without hesitation!

A purple-gold blood-red light soared into the sky, and his cultivation level surged in an instant, forcibly breaking through the shackles of the peak of the Spirit Communication and briefly touching the threshold of the Spirit Concentration Realm.

His innate Divine Ability, the Mysterious Water God-Slaying Lightning, frantically condensed between his four claws. The dark blue lightning arcs carried a destructive power capable of tearing apart divine souls, and even the surrounding Principle of heaven and earth were thrown into chaos by this power.

Finally, using his Primordial Spirit as a guide, he activated the most forbidden Soul-Shattering Mutual Demise Incantation in his Tiger Jiao Clan's bloodline. The invisible soul-killing move locked the Fire Dragon's Primordial Spirit, even if it meant his own annihilation, he would tear off a piece of the opponent's soul!

The supreme treasure, forbidden bloodline technique, innate Divine Ability, and forbidden curse of mutual destruction—four deadly moves were unleashed simultaneously. The Weak Water Heavenly River and the God-Slaying Lightning Arc intertwined, and the entire world was enveloped by this world-destroying power.

Nascent Soul level cultivator would have absolutely no chance against these four deadly attacks, and even an ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivator would perish if they weren't careful!

The Fire Dragon, which hovered in mid-air, did not move an inch from beginning to end.

It simply lowered its dragon eyes indifferently, looking down at the Old Tiger Jiao below, which seemed to have gone mad. There was not a ripple in its eyes, as if it were watching an ant that was recklessly crashing into the mountain for the sake of its dying cub.

Only when the devastating attacks rushed close did the Fire Dragon finally make a move.

It didn't even bother to open its mouth and breathe; it simply flicked its tail casually.

The dragon's tail ripped through the sky, creating a crimson-gold Fire Dragon tornado that swept across the heavens and earth. The innate source of the Innate Li Fire spread out without reservation, without any earth-shattering roar, only a silent and ultimate incineration.

The first thing to be annihilated was the Soul-Shattering Mutual Demise Incantation that had locked away the Primordial Spirit.

Where the fire wave passed, the invisible divine soul killing move was instantly burned to ashes, leaving not even a ripple. The backlash instantly rushed back into the Old Tiger Jiao's sea of consciousness, causing his Primordial Spirit to shatter into countless cracks on the spot.

Following closely behind was the Weak Water Heavenly River, which stretched across the heavens and the earth.

The Innate Li Fire of the Spirit Concentration Realm is the nemesis of all waters in the world. The weak water that can corrode the flesh of Nascent Soul is like boiling water splashed on snow in front of the Fire Dragon tornado, and is evaporated clean in an instant.

The Myriad Waters Mysterious Origin Pearl, which had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, was burned red-hot and melted through the flames the instant the fire wave swept over it. Even the spirit residing within it could not escape and was burned into nothingness.

Finally, there was the Mysterious Water God-Slaying Lightning, which condensed all his cultivation and burned away the very essence of his bloodline.

With a gentle flick of the Fire Dragon tornado, the lightning arc, powerful enough to injure even a Spirit Transformation cultivator, was extinguished instantly, like a candle flame caught in a raging storm.

Before the Old Tiger Jiao's horrified eyes, the crimson-gold flames pierced through his protective Gang Qi without hindrance, sweeping across his body, which was burning with surging blood.

His Indestructible scales, adorned with High Antiquity divine patterns, were instantly reduced to ashes.

The powerful physical body, cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, could not withstand even a single breath in the fiery inferno and began to melt away inch by inch.

The Demon Power that had surged to the level of Half-Step Spirit Concentration vanished in an instant, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.

"No--! How can you possess such immense power--!!"

The Old Tiger Jiao let out an extremely mournful roar, and blood and tears mixed with scorched blood gushed from its seven orifices.

He couldn't believe that his desperate attack, which had consumed everything and risked his life and the heritage of his entire clan, was like child's play in front of this Fire Dragon, failing to even touch a single scale.

"You are not a native being of the Chenwei Dao Realm!"

At this moment, Old Tiger Jiao suddenly realized what was happening.

The Chenwei Dao Realm is merely Lesser Thousand Dao Realm, possessing numerous limitations. No matter how talented one is, it is absolutely impossible to break through to the peak of the Spirit Communication Realm and enter the Spirit Concentration Realm.

Even he could only briefly reach the Half-Step Spirit Concentration by risking his life.

But the bloodline inheritance of the Old Tiger Jiao told it that in addition to the Lesser Thousand Dao Realm, there is also the Greater Thousand Dao Realm.

The Greater Thousand Dao Realm is stronger and has a higher limit than the Lesser Thousand Dao Realm.

The fact that the Fire Dragon could so easily deflect his attack meant it must be a fully-fledged Spirit Concentration Realm Demon Beast!

The native beings of the Chenwei Dao Realm could not do this, so only beings from the outer Dao Realm could achieve it.

Upon realizing this, the despair in Old Tiger Jiao's eyes deepened.

He desperately protected his son's cold body in his arms, trying to use his last bit of Demon Power to preserve the child's remaining remains, but the Fire Dragon's flames had already entangled his Primordial Spirit and his last remaining life force.

The Fire Dragon slowly raised its claws, gently pinching them from a distance, its tone full of impatience and indifference.

"Noisy."

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out. The Old Tiger Jiao's Primordial Spirit, which was already covered in cracks, along with his Demon Core that had burned out its essence, was crushed to dust by this light pinch.

The three-thousand-foot-long Tiger Jiao's true form was instantly reduced to ashes amidst the raging flames, leaving not a trace in the world.

The Little Tiger Jiao's corpse that he was protecting in his arms was also engulfed by the wave of fire, and in an instant, it turned into ashes scattered across the sky and drifted away with the wind.

It happened in no more than two breaths.

This Tiger Jiao King, who roamed the Chenwei Dao Realm and possessed countless trump cards, ultimately arrived a step too late.

Unable to save his son or avenge his blood feud, he ultimately met a tragic end, with both father and son, both demons, perishing in body and spirit.