Chapter 592: It Has Changed Quality!

Demons thrive by bloodline and perish by bloodline; breaking free from bloodline restrictions is immensely difficult. Take Cai Lin—she originally burned herself alive to seek a sliver of hope, and only then did she gain what she has today.

The Three Great Dragon Kings are merely Dragon Kings; even though Zi Yan is still very young, her superior bloodline grants her an invincible trump card!

This sword is neither a Dou Technique nor a weapon—it is a product forged from Zi Yan's bloodline power, just as Xiao Yan can condense a sword from his Heavenly Flame and Soul Force; with sufficient control, it can be done.

Controlling bloodline power is even harder; only Ancient Dragons with the purest royal bloodline can manifest it—even the current Three Great Dragon Kings combined cannot summon it.

Zi Yan is no longer merely an ordinary Ancient Dragon Emperor; she is also a Dragon Phoenix! In terms of bloodline power, Zi Yan unquestionably surpasses the former Dragon Emperor Zhu Kun!

Even the former Dragon Emperor could barely summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword only after reaching Six-Star Dou Sheng—yet Zi Yan, now merely Four-Star Early Dou Sheng, has already summoned it!

"Dragon-Slaying Sword"

On East Dragon Island, all Ancient Dragon Warriors knelt on one knee, heads held high, performing the clan's highest ritual.

All Dragon Clan Warriors stared at the slender figure standing in Space, their eyes filled with deep fear; even the Dou Sheng powerhouses from the South, West, and North Dragon Islands trembled involuntarily—this was fear rooted in bloodline, for the Dragon-Slaying Sword was the thing all Ancient Dragons feared most.

"The Dragon Emperor's Majesty has summoned the Dragon-Slaying Sword!"

Generally, to become Dragon Emperor, one must summon the Dragon Sword—this blade represents the authority of the Ancient Dragon Clan!

Xiao Yan watched the Dragon Sword in Zi Yan's hand; its downward slash would likely carry the power of a Heavenly Rank Advanced Battle Art, but the sword's greatest strength was not its destructive force—it could ignore all Ancient Dragon bloodline power.

Demon beasts' Beast Techniques originate from bloodline; their cultivation differs—they fuse Dou Qi and bloodline power together, which is why their techniques are called Beast Techniques. The Dragon-Slaying Sword can break all Ancient Dragon bloodline power.

No defense possible. No counterattack possible!

Absolute suppression!

The many Elders of East Dragon Island trembled as they gazed at Space, tears streaming down their aged faces; only a Dragon Emperor who can summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword is the true Dragon Emperor—henceforth, Zi Yan now possesses the authority to command the Ancient Dragon Clan!

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword has been summoned! Who is the true Dragon Emperor? Will you still cling to delusions? Beware—the Dragon-Slaying Sword may descend upon you, bringing eternal ruin!" The Grand Elder of East Dragon Island hovered midair, leaning on his Dragon-shaped Cane, roaring fiercely.

Hearing his roar, warriors from the three islands changed expression; even Xuan and Mo and the others dared not utter a word. The pressure of the Dragon-Slaying Sword spread from the void, making them feel as if thorns pierced their backs—as if that terrifying weapon, which slew dragons like slaughtering chickens, might suddenly fall upon their heads.

"Boom! Boom!"

Silence enveloped East Dragon Island. After a moment, more and more warriors from the three islands could no longer bear the bloodline pressure—they knelt and bowed toward the distant void.

As the first group knelt, soon more and more Ancient Dragons, struggling within themselves, chose submission.

"Run!!"

The West Dragon King roared, tore open Space, and attempted to flee.

The North Dragon King gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce—he had been the one with the greatest chance to unify Dragon Island, and it was he who planned the siege on East Dragon Island. He launched the attack because Zi Yan's cultivation was still weak and unable to summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword; he never imagined the Dragon Phoenix bloodline was so powerful that Zi Yan could summon it at Four-Star Early Dou Sheng!

Though unwilling, the North Dragon King fled with no hesitation.

Seeing the Three Great Dragon Kings begin tearing open Space to escape, Zi Yan's eyes flashed a cruel, ferocious gleam.

"Dragon Clan Rebel—the Dragon-Slaying Sword shall slay you!"

Zi Yan's violet eyes gazed coldly at the retreating Three Great Dragon Kings; a chilling voice emerged from her lips. She slowly raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword and slashed through Space.

As the sword fell, a strange ripple exploded from its tip like lightning.

As the sword descended, the Three Great Dragon Kings sensed it—their fear intensified. They burned their internal bloodline power; their Dragon Scales shimmered with strange radiance, appearing indestructible.

Yet, after a single breath, this seemingly invincible defense collapsed completely. The strange energy from the Dragon-Slaying Sword passed through Space, lightly slicing across the three dragons.

"Sssch!" The ripple passed—the Three Great Dragon Kings' faces turned instantly pale. They spat blood violently, staring down in horror: a massive, grotesque wound slashed diagonally across them; their hardened Dragon Scales had split like tofu, blood gushing forth like a stream, their internal organs visibly pulsing within.

The Three Great Dragon Kings already bore wounds; now they were wounded worse than ever.

One slash of the Dragon Emperor's sword—three dragons felled!

Xiao Yan barely pierced the North Dragon King's body with the Flame Emperor Seal—but Zi Yan, with a single slash through Space, cut down all three! The Three Great Dragon Kings had massive chunks of SpiritFlesh sheared off by Zi Yan's sword!

The last time the Three Great Dragon Kings suffered such severe injuries was likely ten thousand years ago!

Pain deeper than bone made the Three Great Dragon Kings shudder violently; waves of dizziness pounded their consciousness.

At the instant Zi Yan slashed, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed—he saw a small strand of Zi Yan's purple hair turn gray-white.

"Zi Yan is consuming Life Force!"

Xiao Yan's heart jolted—no wonder Zi Yan could summon the Ancient Dragon Clan's strongest technique, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, despite being two levels lower! She was burning her own Life Force!

"Zi Yan! Stop!" Xiao Yan shouted. Consuming Life Force to manifest bloodline power damages one's foundational roots!

Zi Yan acted as if she heard nothing. Her gaze hardened; she slashed again through Space toward the fleeing Three Great Dragon Kings—this slash was even stronger than the last. As she struck, all of Space trembled.

"Aaaah!!"

"Puff!" Even as the Three Great Dragon Kings burned their Dragon Blood to create their strongest Beast Technique, it was useless—agonized screams echoed from the void.

As Zi Yan delivered her second slash, another strand of her hair turned gray-white. This time, even the Grand Elder and others saw it clearly—her beautiful purple hair now bore a single thread of gray-white.

As Zi Yan prepared to burn more Life Force and strike a third time, a warm, large hand seized her Jade Hand. A helpless voice came from behind her: "Even as a Nine Grade Alchemist, restoring your lost Life Force isn't easy."

When Xiao Yan gently clasped Zi Yan's Jade Hand, still gripping the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the coldness in her eyes slowly softened.

Zi Yan stared straight at the torn Space, her voice icy with killing intent: "They dared hurt you!"

Xiao Yan gently patted Zi Yan's head, understanding she meant to avenge him. He spoke slowly: "In battle, who doesn't get hurt? Besides, they're far worse off than I am—they've taken two of your slashes. Even if they don't die, their cultivation will regress—they won't be a threat anymore."

"Didn't you forget? I have your Ancient Dragon Clan's Three Thousand Yan Flame. Rest a moment, and my wounds will heal completely."

"Roar! Roar~~" At that moment, the Three Thousand Yan Flame coiled around Xiao Yan transformed into a tiny Ancient Dragon, letting out two soft sounds—as if saying: "Dragon Emperor's Majesty, calm down. These wounds are easily repaired."

Zi Yan's beautiful eyes turned to the Three Thousand Yan Flame. Seeing Xiao Yan's wounds slowly healing, her fury gradually faded, and she sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Sensing the Dragon Emperor's wrath had subsided, the Dragon Clan Warriors and Elders kneeling on one knee dared to rise.

"The Old Dragon Emperor vanished a thousand years ago—I'd almost forgotten this pressure."

"Yes… this is true Dragon Emperor's Fury."

At this moment, several Elders exchanged glances—had Xiao Yan calmed the Dragon Emperor's rage with just a few words? And this rage wasn't even over the Three Great Dragon Kings' rebellion—it was because Xiao Yan was hurt???

Are the Ancient Dragons less important than Xiao Yan's injury???

For a moment, the Elders felt strangely uneasy—how they wished the Dragon Emperor would value their own subordinates more!

When Zi Yan relaxed, she instantly collapsed like a deflated balloon, her body going limp and falling into Xiao Yan's arms.

Xiao Yan swiftly wrapped his arms around Zi Yan's slender waist, holding her tightly. Gazing at her pale face, his breathing grew rapid, his heart aching—summoning the so-called Dragon-Slaying Sword consumed too much from Zi Yan now, and this cost wasn't merely Dou Qi—it required Life Force.

"I'm fine, just need a little rest." Zi Yan, lying in Xiao Yan's arms, looked up at him with violet eyes, forcing a faint smile onto her cheeks.

"I'm a Nine Grade Alchemist—do you think you can fool me? You've drained your Life Force; ordinary rest won't restore it."

In the past, Zi Yan bounced and jumped everywhere; now that she's inherited the Dragon Emperor's Redoing, her smiles have grown far fewer.

"Hehe, then refine pills for me again! This time, I want a Nine Grade Golden Pill." Zi Yan giggled, rubbing her head against Xiao Yan's chest as if trying to cling tighter.

"A Nine Grade Golden Pill? There isn't a single Alchemist on the Dou Qi Continent who can now refine one alone. Here—this is a healing Pill that summoned Seven Colored Pill Thunder. Just swallow it. You love Pills, don't you?" Xiao Yan pulled out a Jade Bottle from his storage ring, poured out a round, fragrant Pill, and waved it before her with a grin.

"You'll definitely be able to refine a Nine Grade Golden Pill." Zi Yan smiled brightly, then softly opened her mouth. Her supple Red Lips brushed Xiao Yan's fingertip—instantly, a jolt like electricity shot from his finger straight into his mind. The tingling sensation made his heart flutter; only after quickly calming his spirit did he gently place the Pill into her mouth.

Almost turned brother-sister affection into something else!

"Your Majesty, the Dragon Emperor!"

Below, the Grand Elder of East Dragon Island and others swiftly flew over, halting just before Zi Yan, bowing respectfully. They were wise enough to glance only once at the two, then immediately lower their heads.

"Grand Elder, is East Dragon Island safe now?"

Seeing these Elders, Zi Yan's pale cheeks flushed faintly pink, then quickly returned to calm. She struggled to rise from Xiao Yan's arms, her voice still weak but now carrying renewed authority.

"Your Majesty, Dragon Island is secure. All from the Three Great Dragon Islands have fled, but many of the Ancient Dragon Clan have chosen to remain on our East Dragon Island." The Grand Elder bowed deeply. The people he referred to were naturally those who had just knelt before them.

"Good. Hold them temporarily in Dragon Prison and increase surveillance—there may be Dragon Clan Spies among them." Zi Yan nodded slightly. "When the Four Great Dragon Islands' Space converge, we will fully reclaim them."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The Elders immediately dispersed, beginning to clear the Battlefield.

Seeing Zi Yan like this, Xiao Yan teased: "Ah, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor—you're quite the imposing figure now."

"I'm not putting on airs in front of you!" Zi Yan pouted, giving Xiao Yan a sideways glance. Suddenly, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. She leaned closer, her delicate face breaking into a sly smile. "I heard human males all like this sort of thing. Don't you like it too? I used to see you staring at Cai Lin all the time."

Zi Yan immediately lifted her chest, showing no shame or hesitation—after all, for beasts like her, size was entirely up to her will.

"Cough! Nonsense." Xiao Yan's face flushed red. "Not all men like big ones—I actually preferred your old form."

"Hehe." Zi Yan covered her mouth and giggled, then grew serious, gazing at Xiao Yan. "Thank you this time. If you hadn't been here, the consequences would've been unthinkable."

Xiao Yan patted her head. "It's nothing. I helped you this time; you help me next. And if you unify the Dragon Islands, maybe you can give me some Inheritance Secret Realms."

"I'm not like you—rich and powerful. Even finding one Inheritance Secret Realm nearly kills me."

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Zi Yan wrapped her arm around his shoulder, just like in Jia Nan Academy, and patted her chest. "Don't worry—I've got your back!"

As for the Nine Underworld Python Clan, they'd made the right gamble: Zi Yan had promised them the Ancient Heavenly Snake's blood if they helped unify the Dragon Islands. Yao Ming and the others bowed thanks to the Dragon Emperor before departing.

In the days that followed, the Dragon Islands grew busy with work, while Xiao Yan began healing. After all, attacks from a Sage Emperor aren't easily repaired—even Three Thousand Yan Flame struggles to mend them.

(End of Chapter)