Chapter 6306 Five Hundred Sovereign Flames
The battle ended so swiftly that no one besides Long Chen even understood what had happened.
When his finger pressed against her forehead, the Netherdragon woman’s body convulsed. Her Sovereign flames instantly scattered, and she fell lifeless.
A vast amount of Sovereign flame energy surged into Long Chen’s body. His own flames skyrocketed, breaking past the five-hundred mark before finally stabilizing at 537.
Even among nine-hundred-flame divine sprouts, the Netherdragon race clearly yielded more energy. Long Chen was now certain—their Sovereign flames carried a deeper weight of karmic luck, the very thing he needed most. By contrast, the other-world vile dragons lacked this crucial essence.
In just the blink of an eye, Long Chen had slain one of the Netherdragon race’s top experts. The divine wing owl dragon swooped overhead, and Long Chen leapt back onto its head. Without pause, the owl dragon carried him forward.
From behind, Xue Tu heard Long Chen’s voice echo:
“Brother, good job. I’ll give you face and leave the other two to you.”
Hearing this, Xue Tu trembled. He had wanted to hold all three back for Di Mengyao’s sake, but he knew he couldn’t endure much longer. Even so, he was prepared to fight to the death.
After all, Di Mengyao’s talent eclipsed his own. She was the future of their dragon race, and he would stake his life for her survival.
Understanding his resolve, Long Chen had already slain the strongest of the three—the only one wielding a Sovereign weapon. With that threat removed, the burden on Xue Tu lessened drastically. Against two opponents, even if Xue Tu couldn’t win, he wouldn’t lose either.
“Boss, leave it to me! I’ll bring their heads to you soon!”
Xue Tu’s blood boiled, his eyes turning scarlet as his killing intent erupted. He charged at the two vile dragons as though they had slaughtered his family.
“He’s gone crazy!” shouted the two vile dragons.
They were still reeling from Long Chen’s overwhelming display of power when Xue Tu’s berserk assault crashed down on them.
The two of them defended with all their power, but they were shocked to find that his attacks were so brutal that they found themselves repeatedly forced back.
“Run!”
Realizing they couldn’t suppress him, the two tried to retreat before one of his wild attacks broke through their defenses.
“Run? Run where?! If I don’t take your heads today, I’ll take my own!” roared Xue Tu, chasing after them with the ferocity of a madman.
...
The sky ahead of them was constantly exploding. Loud dragon roars echoed through the air, forming powerful sound waves that ripped the void. Lightning and flames raged. As the runes maintaining the laws of the world were crumbling, waves of terrifying pressure struck them.
The divine wing owl dragon’s speed was instantly suppressed. Even Qing Yi struggled to breathe beneath that suffocating force.
“We’ve arrived. Di Mengyao is fighting inside, but we can’t enter her battlefield!” shouted the owl dragon.
Just the aftershocks of the battle nearly tore him from the sky. With his strength, forcing his way inside was suicide, let alone offering real support.
A flash of steel burned in Qing Yi’s eyes. Her Sovereign flames ignited, blazing around her slender frame. Even if it cost her life, she would save Di Mengyao.
Di Mengyao wasn’t just a peer—she was the hope of their dragon race. Her talent was unrivaled, and she alone still had a chance of condensing nine hundred ninety-nine Sovereign flames, directly leaping past the Divine Emperor realm. She could not be allowed to fall here.
“Lord Long Chen...” Qing Yi muttered, looking at Long Chen, ready to charge in with him.
Long Chen’s gaze pierced the collapsing void ahead. Explosions detonated in endless succession, blasting open the heavens. His blood boiled.
Yes... only battles of this level are worth it.
“Qing Yi,” he ordered calmly, “lead everyone on a patrol. Assist our scattered dragon experts. This place—leave it to me.”
“But this is...”
“As long as I, Long Chen, am alive, no one can harm Mengyao!”
Stars suddenly appeared around Long Chen. Six astral gates opened at once, and he stepped forward into the twisting void.
Space itself split open. Through the rift, they caught sight of Di Mengyao’s battlefield.
Over ten figures surrounded her. Colossal dragon phantoms opened their maws while chains coiled around her, binding her limbs. Her Sovereign flames were being forcibly drawn away by a strange energy.
“Bastards, they’re trying to take her Sovereign flames!” Qing Yi roared and almost automatically charged in.
There were sixteen of those experts. Six of them were from the vile dragon race, while the rest were from the Netherdragon race.
Most frightening of all, even the weakest of them had condensed 958 Sovereign flames, while the strongest radiated the terrifying might of 987.
There were men and women. Their greed was clear. They surrounded Di Mengyao like a pack of starving wolves closing in on prey.
“Give up,” sneered a long-haired Netherdragon expert. “Your ancestral blessing has already vanished. We nearly stopped you at your nine hundred ninety-seventh Sovereign flame. The backlash left you crippled. You are powerless to turn the tide.”
Victory was already written on his face. Di Mengyao’s talent was unmatched, and her Sovereign flames were a treasure trove. If divided evenly, each of them could gain at least ten more flames—an opportunity beyond measure.
“Netherdragon race, you traitors of the dragon race won’t have a good end!”
Di Mengyao’s teeth ground together as fury and despair twisted in her heart.
Her Sovereign flames were spiraling out of control. Once they fully broke loose, they would escape her body and be devoured by those jackals.
However, there was nothing she could do. At her nine hundred and ninety-seventh flame, she had been struck by a vicious sneak attack. Her flames had reversed their flow, nearly detonating her body from within. Gravely injured, she had been dragged into this trap, unable to resist.
Regret gnawed at her. She hated herself for her greed, for rushing her breakthrough without consolidating her realm. She should have hidden away to stabilize first. Instead, she had walked into this disaster.
Unfortunately, regret was useless now. Her ancestor’s blessing had already faded. Her Sovereign flames were being greedily siphoned away, and she was on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, the protective divine light around her cracked apart. Her flames surged violently from her body, and her vision blurred with despair.
BOOM!
The void exploded. A black figure descended behind her, his presence overwhelming the battlefield.
A warm palm pressed against her back. The next moment, the surging Sovereign flames that had been slipping from her were stabilized, forced back into her body by a tide of astral energy.
“Today, if I let a single one of you leave here alive, then I, Long Chen, will write my name backwards.”