Chapter 6338 Slave
The dragon warriors’ Sovereign flames blazed brighter with every breath. One after another, new flames condensed, filling the battlefield with dazzling light.
Over ten thousand dragon experts were gathered here, and all of them were undergoing a massive transformation. Most importantly, as they absorbed the karmic luck, they were also receiving their ancestors’ blessing.
This blessing energy had long since merged with the karmic luck. Even after countless years of being stolen by the vile dragon race, absorbed, and passed down through their bloodline, it had never truly belonged to them.
This was the blessing left behind by the true dragon race for the nine heavens and ten lands—for their descendants. And now, at long last, it returned to its rightful heirs.
Among the ten thousand, many had started with barely five hundred Sovereign flames. Even after fighting desperately on the heaven region’s battlefield, they had remained pitifully weak.
It wasn’t lack of talent that held them back—it was simply fate. They hadn’t found legacies or opportunities. Yet when they heard Di Mengyao was in danger, they still charged forward without hesitation.
Now, this immense opportunity fell into their lap. IIn just a few short hours, even the weakest among them had crossed eight hundred Sovereign flames.
The majority had broken through nine hundred, and this was just the start. The flow of karmic luck in the air still showed no signs of ending.
Long Chen was also wrapped in Sovereign flames. When a new Sovereign flame blossomed, his eyes slowly opened, excitement gleaming within them.
“967!”
The Supreme Bone had finally finished refining the massive influx of Sovereign flames. But this time, Long Chen suppressed their aura. If he let them erupt, the terrifying pressure would probably blow apart this entire region.
Long Chen looked at Di Mengyao. The golden shield floated on her left, the Heavenly Dragon Battle Halberd on her right. With these two divine weapons supporting her, her 998th Sovereign flame was on the verge of birth.
Though she lacked battle instincts compared to others, her cultivation talent was extraordinary.
Long Yu had once told Long Chen that Long Wu needed over a month to condense his 998th flame. Yet, Di Mengyao had already formed a sprout in mere hours. If Long Wu saw this, he would cough blood in envy.
Long Chen finally stepped out of the field of karmic luck, dragging someone with him. It was the baldie with 997 Sovereign flames.
“Stop sleeping! Wake up!”
Long Chen slapped his bald head. The sharp sting jolted him awake instantly.
When the baldie saw Long Chen, terror swarmed his mind. He hastily looked around, only to turn even paler.
All his comrades were gone, including Long Wu. The only ones before him were the people of the nine heavens.
With a quivering voice, he asked, “Where is lord Long Wu?”
“He ran,” Long Chen answered casually as he dropped lazily into a chair.
“It’s unfortunate that you fell into my hands. But it’s also your blessing—because now you have a chance to live.”
With a wave of Long Chen’s hand, another figure was thrown out. However, he was still unconscious.
“Of the two of you, one will become my slave. Of course, if you’re tough enough, you can refuse. I’ll give you three breaths to decide. If your answer doesn’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you. Then I’ll wake him. If his answer also displeases me, he can go to hell with you. The two of you can walk the yellow springs together.”
Long Chen’s tone was indifferent. He closed his eyes.
Silence. The only sound was the bald man’s ragged breathing.
As he looked at his sleeping comrade, a bead of sweat slowly rolled down his face. Every blink of an eye felt as long as a year to him.
He had ended countless lives, but he had never faced the moment when his own life could be cut short. Long Chen was like a death god—silent, patient, and merciless. That quiet pressure made the terror of death grow unbearable.
When Long Chen finally opened his eyes, the baldie’s body convulsed. He collapsed to his knees.
“I’m willing to be your slave! Please, Master—spare my life!”
In response, Long Chen raised his hand. The other vile dragon with 997 Sovereign flames instantly had his head lopped off. Dragon blood sprayed across the baldie.
“Absorb his blood soul energy and accept my slave seal,” Long Chen said calmly.
The baldie’s power was formidable, but his energy was completely drained. Forcing the slave seal now would cripple him.
“Yes.”
As a ruthless person, the baldie directly used a specific divine ability of the vile dragon race to absorb his comrade’s blood soul energy.
Thanks to this, his energy rapidly recovered, and he soon regained thirty percent of his power.
“Take this medicinal pill,” Long Chen instructed as he flicked a pill over.
The baldie caught it, stunned. “This is... a peerless grade golden pill?”
“Oh? You recognize pill classifications?” Long Chen arched a brow.
By all rights, outsiders like the baldie should never have come into contact with true medicinal pills of the nine heavens. Even if they had, they shouldn’t know enough to distinguish them at a glance. For this person to recognize the tier of this pill just like that was fishy.
“Master, our vile dragon race also has alchemists. But our talent is poor, so the pills we refine are only middle or low grade. Still, our race often purchases higher-grade pills from outside to aid our cultivation. Ah... These are our own refined pills, and these are the ones we bought.”
The baldie hastily took out some bottles and handed them to Long Chen.
After pouring out a few pills, Long Chen found that these pills were crudely refined and filled with impurities. In other words, they were thrash-tier pills.
One or two might pass, but long-term consumption would cause impurities to accumulate, forming pill toxins. Once pill toxins lodged into the body, they were nearly impossible to expel. They would gnaw at the Spirit Root and corrode it over time.
Long Chen then eyed the higher-grade pills the vile dragons had bought. Most were high grades, with a single one reaching the top grade.
Given this baldie’s strength and status, the fact he only possessed one top-grade pill showed how scarce true medicinal resources were for his side. No wonder he was shocked by a peerless-grade golden pill.
Before his horrified eyes, Long Chen casually crushed that lone top-grade golden pill.
With a sharp crack, medicinal energy burst into the air in a fragrant mist.
The baldie’s face twisted in pain. That had been his only top-grade healing pill—the one thing that could rapidly restore him and save his life in a dire moment. Now, it was reduced to dust.
“This aura...”
After crushing the pill, Long Chen narrowed his eyes.