With a deafening roar, a devastating aura surged from Xiao Yan’s body. In that moment, his body burst into flames, a pink blaze filling every nook and cranny—skin, muscle, bone, and cell were all engulfed in this rosy fire. A fierce hiss resounded as the pink flame burned with unrestrained fury. As the fire consumed him, his body gradually became transparent and lustrous, so much so that one could see through it to the organs within. These internal structures were now shrouded in a layer of pink crystalline material. The verdant and crimson skeletal wings on Xiao Yan’s back also melted, eventually transforming into a pair of broad, flaming, roseate wings. From afar, Xiao Yan appeared like a statue sculpted from delicate, rose-hued glass, exuding a surreal magnificence.
The Flame Body of Destruction was a manifestation achieved by unleashing the power of Ancestral Flames to their ultimate limit, then fusing them with the flesh. This necessitated an almost perfect and absolute control over the Ancestral Flame, for its ferocity was such that even a fully mastered wielder risked catastrophic damage to their vulnerable human innards. None had dared to use the Ancestral Flames to alter their bodily constitution, not even the former Xiao Yan. However, upon Xiaoyi’s emergence, those latent dangers dissipated. Linked in heart and mind as one, he, being the very embodiment of the Ancestral Flame, wielded fire with peerless mastery. Thus, he met the demanding conditions needed to manifest the Flame Body of Destruction flawlessly.
Since exiting the Fiendish Flame Realm, Xiao Yan had never before exhibited the Flame Body of Destruction. Yet, he brimmed with confidence in its prowess. In essence, this state transformed him into a mobile, annihilating Fiend Flame Lotus, rendering his assaults equally terrifying. His only limitation lay in the formidable Aura consumption, which, even at his current might, could not be sustained beyond a minute. That brief duration, however, held enough transformative potential to shift the tide of any battle.
The destructive aura sweeping out from the blood formation caught the attention of the numerous Ancient Dragon Clan members outside, drawing surprised gazes toward Xiao Yan’s position. “Such an awe-inspiring aura. In less than three short years, his strength has climbed to such heights,” Elder Zhuluo remarked, his envy unmasked. He remembered overpowering Xiao Yan in their first encounter, but the tables had turned dramatically; he had been thoroughly eclipsed.
“It seems our Illusory Ancients have hope yet,” the other Elders rejoiced, pleasantly surprised. They had once feared even Xiao Yan would prove no match for the deranged Emperor of the North, yet this spectacle surpassed their wildest dreams.
Before the crowd, Zi Yan observed with joy as she tracked the scene, feeling reassured by Xiao Yan’s sudden outburst. “Hmph, you spectres and phantasms. Your fates are irrevocable today!” Red eyes narrowed, the Emperor scoffed. Despite the bravado, his alertness flared as he registered Xiao Yan’s ominous threat. Lapse again and he faced dire retribution. He swiftly formed seals, chanting grimly, “Blood Dragon, devour the sky!”
As the Emperor’s words echoed, the colossal blood formation roiled, congealing into a grotesquely vast blood dragon overhead, thrumming with malevolence and deathly growls.
Amidst this, bodies of captured Ancient Dragons fragmented, merging into billowing crimson mists absorbed by the monstrosity, staining its hide deeper red still. Elsewhere within the array, Cailin hurriedly rescued bound clansmen, casting aside many who perished into bloody hazes while increasing her retrieval’s fervor exponentially. Her graceful palm unleashed blizzards of polychromatic light, surging forth with renewed zeal.
“Jaja, the Transfiguration Blood Formation is the zenith of my Ancient Dragon’s craft! Fools, they seek to abolish it! Absurd folly,” raving, the Emperor locked murderous red pupils on Xiao Yan, launching himself aloft. Ascending like a streak of carmine, he plunged headlong into the yawning maw of the dragon.
Upon contact, the dragon glimmered, bloodlight swirling menacingly around its form. Gigantic draconic scales gleamed menacingly, embodying solidified brutality incarnate. Its baleful ruby orbs focused icily on Xiao Yan. Roiling ponderously, the titanic mouth parted, discharging a blinding torrent of thousand-meter-long scarlet radiance pulsating with harrowing power. It hurtled madly at Xiao Yan in defiance, a frenzied leviathan screaming savagery.
Bewildering shrieks broke loose as the beam rocketed forward, the onlookers sensing overwhelming dread from the vile force contained within capable of grievously injuring even fifth-tier Heavenly Sage warriors.
“Haha, Xiao Yan. As you willed your way here of your own accord, I, the Emperor, shall gladly harvest your life!” Boasting arrogantly filled the void as the sanguine stream pierced reality.
Confronted with this gloating, Xiao Yan’s pitch-black orbs widened, alight with ethereal lucidity. Within, fiery lotuses whirled ever more fiercely, reveling in newfound power. Savoring the exquisite sensation of purity-infused Demonic Lotus Flame coursing through, if provided with copious aura, he could unleash its true cataclysmic splendor. A mere flicker, mountains incinerated; waters boiled.
No others in all of the Aura Realm Continent could rival his synergy between man and Ancestral Flame!
Expelling a blast of intense breath, he raised his gaze, observing the bloodbolt expanding fast, curling lip betraying not an ounce of fear. Unflinchingly spreading his fire-singed pinions, shock swept across the witnesses. Morphing into a blazing meteoroid, he charged headfirst to meet the onslaught dead on.
Collision struck in a spectacular flare. But astonishingly, the fearsome crimson energy, potent enough to pulverize fifth-tier Heavenly Sages, swiftly dimmed… Eyes widened, beholding how the radiant beam vanished upon touch as if it had merely encountered air. The spectral figure blitzing past left in its wake a dissipating trail. Contact shattered the crimson surge, crumbling utterly under the relentless rush.
Boom! Under the dragon’s incredulous stare, the ray dissipated completely. Simultaneously, Xiao Yan, aflame and ablaze, soared towards its gaping maw, growing in scale at breakneck velocity.
“I will not be defeated,” roared the North Dragon King, now a blood-soaked dragon, madness dancing in his scarlet irises. Everything hinged upon this; another failure would spell utter ruin!
An eye-scorching bloodlight spouted frantically from the monstrous creature, coalescing in his maw to produce a ghastly, half-rod-sized sphere of solidifying gore. A repugnant stench spread throughout the area, suffused with veins-like lines of blood crisscrossing the surface of the orb.
The instant this Dragon Spirit Jewel solidified, crazed elation seized the emperor. Vomiting up the orb towards Xiao Yan, disintegration overtook the giant reptile. As if all its remaining vigor poured outwardly, vanishing in an instant alongside the projectile.
“Dragon Core Gem…that vermin hasn’t spared even his kin’s souls!” Bitter indignity washed over watching clanmates, seeing ancestral comrades’ essence drained and desecrated. Even cool, unshaken Cai Lin trembled, eyes narrowing to slits with seething vengeance burning hot inside her.
Disregarding this wrath, crimson pupils fixed on Xiao Yan who showed no evasion nor reluctance, colliding head-on with incoming doom. Sadistic mirth played across the beast’s face. Ripping gales buffeted Xiao Yan. “Cease to exist, Xiao Yan. Let me put an end to you, finally!”
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