Chapter 52: Ten Thousand Ages Dragon‑Battling Divine Ability!

His tone was flat, yet carried an extremely uncomfortable air, as if he had already fixed Ye Wuque's certainty and oddity.

Even though they had just seen Ye Wuque boldly kill Yun Changkong and unravel Shenzun's conspiracy, their attitude remained unchanged, as if they still possessed unseen trump cards.

Duan Xiuluo's expression tightened, and he stepped forward, shouting, "How audacious! Brother Ye just saved us, what is your purpose? Repaying kindness with enmity?!"

The cloaked figure ignored Duan Xiuluo's words, his gaze still deadlocked on Ye Wuque, as if he were the only Dark Hunter.

Ye Wuque's black robe twitched slightly, his gaze calmly swept over the three, and he said lightly, "You conceal the head and expose the tail, yet still dare to boast without shame. If you want something of Ye, take it yourself."

"Stubborn and useless." A cloaked figure on the left hissed coldly, stopped the chatter, his body flickered, and vanished on the spot like a ghost!

In the next instant, void enveloped Ye Wuque, and dozens of pale, withered ghostly hands, wrapped in Dead Silence mist, suddenly sprang out, silently grasping at the vital points around him!

Each ghost hand harbored a bizarre force that corroded vitality and froze the soul!

This divine ability was exceedingly bizarre, gave no sign, and moved at an incomprehensibly fast speed!

"Brother Ye, be careful!" Duan Xiuluo shouted in warning.

Ye Wuque, however, seemed to have foreseen it; his footstep took a subtle step, his body like willow catkins in the wind, and at a hair's breadth he avoided the grasp of the overwhelming majority of ghost hands!

Simultaneously, his finger, like a blade, its tip encircled by fierce golden rays, precisely struck the wrists of several of those ghost hands!

Chichich!

Like a red‑hot branding iron plunged into ice water, those ghost hands instantly spewed black smoke, emitted a mournful shriek, and abruptly recoiled back into the void.

A vague cloaked figure staggered out of the void, clearly having taken a small loss.

"Indeed there is some skill, no wonder you could kill Yun Changkong."

The cloaked attacker's voice carried a hint of surprise, then turned into colder murderous intent, "But it's still not enough!"

He suddenly formed seals with both hands, the Dead Silence mist around him boiled, as if opening a gateway to the underworld, an even more chilling and terrifying aura spread, clearly intending to use a stronger killing move.

"Your nonsense is too much!"

Ye Wuque's cold voice cut him off.

Facing this opponent, who seemed even more troublesome than Yun Changkong, Ye Wuque no longer held back, deciding on a swift decisive battle to set an example!

He inhaled deeply, the vast sea‑like Sacred Battle Qi and golden blood within his body surged instantly to the extreme!

An ancient Dragon Might that surpasses all things and commands the Nine Heavens Ten Lands and the Star River burst forth from his body!

"Roar—!!!"

In the next instant, Ye Wuque abruptly emitted a Dragon Chant, and his whole being instantly burst with endless golden divine radiance; nine golden divine dragons rose across the sky, each with five claws beneath its belly, towering and fierce, coiling around Ye Wuque.

A ferocious flesh power capable of tearing the heavens erupted from Ye Wuque's body, surging across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands!

Nine dragons coil around his body, Heavenly Talented Divine Might; at this moment Ye Wuque seemed like a resurrected Heavenly Emperor, Dragon Might vast, ruling over Zhutian Wanjie!

It was not a simple Dragon Chant, but a terrifying roar that seemed to come from the Primordial Desolate, containing supreme will and the true meaning of battling.

Ye Wuque's black robe rustled, and the blood around him subtly coalesced behind him into a vague yet immensely imposing, clawed and fierce, terrifying phantom eager to battle a true dragon!

"Ten Thousand Ages Dragon‑Battling Divine Ability!!"

He let out a low roar and delivered a punch!

This punch was no longer a simple True Dragon Fist seal, but contained an ultimate conception of power!

It seemed as if he transformed into a Primordial Giant, using stars as marbles and the Star River as a bowstring, intending to pull down the sacred True Dragon soaring across the Nine Heavens, fighting hand‑to‑hand!

Its terrifying might and concentrated power far surpassed any previous technique!

The punch launched, and the starry sky trembled!

That surging imperial might and Dragon‑Battling will instantly tore the boundless sky‑realm cloaked man's Dead Silence Domain, locked onto his true body, and crushed it!

"What?! This is...?!"

The cloaked attacker's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice, for the first time, carried an incredulous horror!

He felt a terrifying suppression at the level of life itself!

His bizarre divine ability, before this pure, domineering, emperor‑like Dragon‑Battling will, seemed to meet its nemesis, disintegrating inch by inch!

He desperately summoned all his power, protective artifacts flew out one by one, but the moment they touched that punch intent, they wailed and shattered!

"No!!!"

Boom—!!!

The fist seal was stamped plainly onto his chest!

Crack!

A violent bone‑cracking sound rang out!

The protective divine light on the cloaked man's body shattered like paper, his whole form seemed struck head‑on by the Ancient Divine Mountain, his sternum collapsed instantly, his black robe ripped, blood gushed from his mouth like a spring, his body twisted and flung outward, crashing heavily onto a distant star‑lit path, struggling a few times before he could barely rise!

One punch!

Just one punch!

The power, comparable to or even slightly surpassing Yun Changkong's boundless sky‑realm mysterious cloaked man, was utterly crushed!

And at this moment, the entire core area fell into a shock even more Dead Silence than when the demon shadow previously appeared!

All Heavenly Prides, including Duan Xiuluo, War God Sky Realm's Bian Haoyu, the ethereal Sky Realm's Saintess, all stood rigid like clay, eyes bulging, staring intently at Ye Wuque, as if they had seen something that could never happen!

"That... that is... what divine ability?!"

Bian Haoyu's massive axe in his hand nearly slipped, his voice hoarse.

"Imperial might... the true supreme imperial might... this, this is the legend..."

The ethereal Saintess's celestial light surged violently, her red lips slightly parting beneath the veil, her cool voice trembling slightly.

After a brief Dead Silence, a terrifying exclamation erupted like a volcanic eruption!

"True Dragon Emperor Technique! It's True Dragon Emperor Technique!!"

"One of the Ten Great Emperor Fiends, the Golden Emperor Dragon... its supreme inheritance!!"

"Ten Thousand Ages Dragon‑Battling Divine Ability! That is one of the five supreme divine abilities in True Dragon Emperor Technique!!"

My heavens! He… he actually bears the True Dragon Emperor Technique?! How could this be possible?!

Everyone is going mad!

Zhutian Wanjie, the ten strongest bloodlines, the ten invincible Emperor Fiends, the ten forbidden Imperial Arts!

This is a legend that circulates at the highest level of Zhutian Wanjie!

Anything that touches it is enough to spark a mad scramble throughout Zhutian Wanjie!

That is a truly Heaven-defying opportunity!

Anyone who possesses the Imperial Art is inevitably a Fate's child who combines Heaven-defying luck, peerless talent, terrifying background, and ruthless methods!

Each one is a peerless monster capable of stirring the heavens' storms!

And now, they have actually witnessed the manifestation of the True Dragon Emperor Technique on a seemingly lowly, obscure black robe youth!

This is no longer earth‑shattering; it outright overturns perception!

Duan Xiuluo inhaled sharply, his gaze at Ye Wuque filled with endless shock and complexity.

At this moment he finally truly understood that the Ye brother he knows has a background so terrifying it is unimaginable!

It is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface!

Bian Haoyu and the Ethereal Saintess exchanged a glance, each seeing raging seas of terror in the other's eyes.

As descendants of the Supreme Heavenly Realm, they know even better what the True Dragon Emperor Technique signifies!

It is a bombshell that could make the entire vast heavens and even the Nine Heavens Ten Lands tremble!

At this moment, any subtle contempt in their hearts born from Ye Wuque's origin in the "lower realm" vanished instantly, leaving only deep wariness and a barely perceptible awe.

And the remaining surviving Heavenly Pride, after the ultimate shock, instinctively showed an uncontainable greed in their eyes!

Imperial Art!

That is the invincible Imperial Art!

If one could obtain…

However, this greed, just as it rose, was instantly extinguished by Ye Wuque's cold gaze and the still‑twitching plight of the cloak‑wearer on the ground!

Insufficient strength makes greed a path to death!

And most unsettling are the remaining two cloak‑wearers!

When their companion was severely wounded, their bodies simultaneously convulsed!

The gazes beneath the cloaks, like two suddenly ignited ghost flames, burst forth with terrifyingly brilliant light!

It was a mixture of ultimate shock, mad greed, and an unbelievable heat!

"Uh… cough…"

The severely wounded cloak‑wearer struggled to lift his head, ignoring the horrific wound on his chest, staring fixedly at Ye Wuque, emitting breaths like a bellows and a maniacal laugh:

"Heh… hehehe… True Dragon Emperor Technique… the legendary True Dragon Emperor Technique!"

"Never thought… my greatest chance, Xu Bukun's, is actually here!"

"Hahaha… Heaven aids me! Heaven aids me!"

Even more chilling, the collapsed wound on his chest was wildly writhing and healing flesh at a visibly rapid pace!

A yet stranger, deeper unfathomable aura slowly revived from within his body!

Ye Wuque's Dark Eye beneath the black robe finally narrowed slightly, sensing a trace of an unusual dangerous aura.

The atmosphere instantly became tense as a drawn sword and a taut bow, heavy to the extreme!

All gazes fixed steadfastly on that solitary Black Robe Figure against the starry sky.