"Signing you up for it." Isabella's executioner's blade gleamed, the cold glint hitting others and instantly causing a strange stinging sensation, as if their skin were being cut by a war scythe. "But I heard that the president of a certain guild was trying to sneakily modify the list of participating factions."

As Isabella spoke, her gaze swept over all the members of the Warrior's Guild present, and of course! This included the current Grand President of the Warrior's Guild of the True Strategy Dynasty.

Mu Gui Wuxin immediately felt many eyes casting looks of appeal his way. Isabella's reputation, whether in the True Strategy Dynasty, among the Barbarians, or the Demon Race, was hardly that of a delicate lady. The Demon Race had given her a moniker: the Female Tyrant.

To receive such a nickname from the Demon Race spoke volumes about Isabella's temper, character, and methods.

It was clear that if the Grand Warrior's Guild did not provide this Female Tyrant with a satisfactory explanation today, this young tyrant might just cause the grievous incident of demolishing the Grand Warrior's Guild.

"Is there such a thing?" Mu Gui Wuxin looked righteously at those beside him, his bear-like large head shaking repeatedly, exuding an air of simple honesty and straightforwardness. "Principal! We cannot listen to rumors! I don't know about other guilds, but our Warrior's Guild is full of men of iron will, men forged of steel!"

Mu Gui Wuxin paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping around again, noticing the other Warrior Guild presidents nodding with the swiftness of baby chicks pecking for grain.

"See... right!" Mu Gui Wuxin thumped his chest. "We are a group of straightforward, unbending warriors. How could we possibly engage in such despicable acts? Young lady! Rest assured! If I find out who committed such a foul deed, I, Mu Gui Wuxin, will be the first to refuse to forgive him! Of course, our entire Warrior's Guild will never forgive him! Don't you agree?"

The Warrior Guild presidents who had recently reached the Saint realm, each too proud to yield to the other, nodded in surprising unison at this moment, nodding repeatedly with a shared sense of indignation as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

Isabella watched the reactions around her, the furious expression gradually softening, the corners of her lips curving upwards, tracing a beautiful arc, her bright eyes falling directly upon Pan Hongji, the Serpent Emperor: "Uncle Pan..."

The once domineering and incomparably majestic Female Tyrant's voice instantly became incredibly soft and alluring in the next moment—so much so that even iron-willed men would feel their resolve melt away.

The sound emitted by the Female Tyrant was like a younger sister acting spoiled in front of the older brother she secretly adored. Even Pan Hongji's face twitched several times in quick succession. If this Female Tyrant were not in her usual state, she would usually be even more terrifying than when she was.

"What do you want, little girl?" Pan Hongji glared fiercely at the Female Tyrant Isabella, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with an extremely vigilant expression. "Our Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family is not exactly familiar with your Pseudo-Dragon bloodline warrior clan."

Pseudo-Dragon bloodline! One of the ten great bloodline warrior clans of the True Strategy Dynasty, and one of the pinnacle fighting forces among the ten great bloodline warriors!

Dragons have terrible tempers, and even Pseudo-Dragons possess their own pride, a pride so deeply ingrained in their blood that it makes their temperaments incredibly volatile—this had certainly made Isabella a true Female Tyrant.

"Uncle Pan, don't be so heartless... Besides, I'm not familiar with the Pseudo-Dragon bloodline either. I... I am the Academy Principal; my primary consideration is always the Academy's matters."

Pan Hongji was a little curious. What exactly did this little girl want? Why was she suddenly addressing him in this manner? She had once faced Gan Zhan Xuan and dared to retort stiffly: "Old man, you are old! This era belongs to me!"

"What I want to say is... Uncle Pan's family has so many talents; you wouldn't be so lacking in confidence as to still want to send a bad student representative like Duan Fengbuer to compete for the Pan family, would you? Uncle Pan knows our academy's ranking over the years..." Isabella smiled mischievously at Pan Hongji. "So..." This delinquent student whom I haven't expelled yet, perhaps he should compete for our school?"

Damn it! Pan Hongji almost cursed out loud, forgetting his status, his eyes wide as he stared at Isabella. This damned girl had set her sights on him!

His purpose for coming this time, aside from trying to persuade Duan Fengbuer to return home directly, was that if he could not smoothly return to the family, he should at least compete under the banner of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family.

"This..."

"Uncle Pan..." Isabella moved flirtatiously toward Pan Hongji. "Look at all these young Nine-Headed Serpent geniuses! Reaching the Saint realm could happen any minute! Why bother fighting me over one delinquent student who has been absent for so long? I really don't want to confine him for excessive truancy! If that means missing the Newcomer King Tournament..."

A threat! A blatant threat! Pan Hongji wasn't afraid of Isabella's threats, but the problem was that he had no final say in anything concerning Duan Fengbuer.

"Beautiful Principal, since Gan Jin is registering through your Academy route, can I take any other path?" Duan Fengbuer turned to look at Pan Hongji. "Does my faction identity for registration really matter? The moment I activate the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline power..."

Pan Hongji smiled. The moment Duan Fengbuer activated his Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline, his identity would be that of a Nine-Headed Serpent warrior! That... was enough!

Pan Hongji was a smart man and never dwelled excessively on such matters.

"Little girl, it's fine for Buer to go through you, but..." Pan Hongji pointed at the ten Nine-Headed Serpent warriors beside him. "These ten good-for-nothings also need to register through your Academy route."

The wooden Mu Ne Zhen Ce chuckled lightly to himself. The Serpent Emperor, in the end, had not given up on having Duan Fengbuer follow the Pan family's path. It was just that when he realized it was difficult to push through directly, he chose another way: embedding half of the Pan family bloodline warriors into the Academy. Then, to outsiders, Duan Fengbuer would become one of them, or perhaps the leader of that group, naturally following the Pan family's line of influence.

What a scheme! Mu Ne Zhen Ce secretly gave a thumbs-up. Pan Hongji revealed a profound and inscrutable faint smile. Isabella propped her chin with her index finger, pondering for a few seconds. "That's not a problem, I'm quite happy to gain so many talented Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors to help the Academy improve its ranking. However, if it's only for this single batch of Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors joining our Academy, that shows too little sincerity, don't you think?"

"Then for the next ten years, half of the young Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors will join your Academy every year," Pan Hongji laughed. "But, if after ten years! Your Academy's overall strength hasn't significantly improved, don't blame Uncle for being ruthless."

"Ten years?" Isabella's eyes flashed with elfin shrewdness and wisdom. "Ten years is more than enough! If after ten years, I haven't achieved anything substantial, then I should abdicate and hand the Principal's seat to someone more capable."

"The Principal's seat..." Duan Fengbuer's eyes gleamed with thoughtful light.

"What? You want to be the Principal too?" Isabella nodded repeatedly. "When you graduate from the Academy, you can stay on as a teacher. If you perform well, I can consider handing over this troublesome position to you."

"Really?" Duan Fengbuer cupped his chin, considering very seriously. "Becoming a great educator sounds quite appealing."

Chekovlet shook his head slightly nearby, murmuring in a very low voice that everyone could still hear, "...My child, absolutely do not enter the Conquest Academy... A place that ruins children cannot be entered."

"Damn it! Concubine..."

"Shall we talk inside?" Gan Jin held back the about-to-explode Duan Fengbuer. "I'm getting married in two days; you guys need to try on your groomsmen attire too..."

Before Gan Jin could finish speaking, Chekovlet had already rushed into the room. Duan Fengbuer was even more direct, instantly unfurling the nascent form of his Soul Domain and teleporting into the room. Fen Tu Kuangge was silent, but unleashing the full might of his Saint realm power, he too charged into the room without reservation.

Isabella stood with her arms crossed, causing her proud chest to become exceptionally prominent, her expression slightly worried. "Can this house... withstand the impact of them like this? Won't it collapse..."

Rumble!

The sturdy stone house shook a few times amidst Isabella's worry, and without a doubt, it collapsed.

Gan Jin raised a hand to rub his temples; this group of people...

A brilliant blade gleam shot out from another room, directly slicing down onto the ruins of the house. "If my husband's wedding suit gets damaged, I'll kill all of you."

Although Gu Yue Jiaying hadn't reached the Saint realm, her strength had soared immensely when the guild leaders reached Saint realm previously. Now, all she lacked was a Soul Weapon, which Gan Jin hadn't forged for her.

Sacred Artifact. Gan Jin only used two simple characters, and the slightly despondent Gu Yue Jiaying instantly became happy bride-to-be.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry! Gan Jin's clothes are completely undamaged."

Duan Fengbuer's Soul Domain teleportation carried him and the clothes out of the ruins, and he roared happily.

The wedding time drew closer, and rumors circulating in the city grew more numerous. People were inquiring who would actually attend the wedding.

Although Gan Jin said anyone could attend, many commoners truly weren't planning to attend the ceremony; they only intended to look at the entrance, drop off a congratulatory red envelope, and leave.

The major bloodline families dispatched weighty figures; the major factions... Princes... Royal Princes...

His Majesty! The current Emperor!

When this news spread through the Divine Capital City, the entire Divine Capital and even the entire True Strategy Dynasty erupted in excitement—the Emperor was going to attend Gan Jin's wedding!

This news was like all the mages on the Human-Demon Battlefield simultaneously going mad, unleashing all their life force and magic to cast the strongest forbidden spell together, instantly elevating the attention on Gan Jin's wedding to the highest possible level.

One must know that in the history of the True Strategy Dynasty, the Emperor only personally attended the weddings of the heirs of the three ultimate bloodline families. Usually, sending a Prince with a generous gift was sufficient acknowledgment.

The wedding of the heir of the Burning Road Family only warranted a visiting Prince, which was considered immense glory.

Now, for the wedding of Gan Jin, an ordinary warrior, even the Emperor himself was attending! What about the other factions?

Once the news spread, the personnel dispatched by many families within the True Strategy Dynasty immediately shifted again. Families that had only planned to send their patriarchs now dispatched entire congratulatory teams.

"The Emperor is personally going?"

Beneath the huge Three-Headed Golden Dragon statue, a thin, blade-like old man opened his narrowed eyes. A powerful, awe-inspiring aura flowed through his pupils. He slowly straightened his back and sighed. "Tell Little Li Zi that the person he sent can continue to go, but the family matters will be handled by me."

"Old Ancestor..."

"Li Huarui, although you are the family head and carry enough weight," the old man raised a hand and tapped his spine, a faint, wry smile appearing on his face, "I am the only one left alive among the older generation of the three great bloodlines. Since His Majesty is going, it would be inappropriate for me not to."

"A Gan Jin..."

Li Huarui twitched his thick white eyebrows, disdain and anxiety flickering in his gaze. "He is not worth the Old Ancestor going..."

"I find him quite interesting," the old man waved his hand. "You all need to change your old mindset."

Old mindset? Li Huarui's eyebrows and the corners of his lips contorted strangely a few times. The Old Ancestor was the oldest among the Three-Headed Golden Dragon clan, yet he applied the term 'old mindset' to others?

"You are younger than me, but your mind is older than mine," the elder tapped Li Huarui's forehead. "When I was your age, I also believed that bloodline warriors could solve everything. If bloodline warriors couldn't solve it, then other warriors shouldn't even try."

Li Huarui nodded in strong agreement. This was indeed the reality; the True Strategy Dynasty had always been protected this way. He immediately went to re-evaluate seriously.

Within the court structure of the True Strategy Dynasty, most people held a poor impression of the Third Prince, Changkong Zhen Ce. Yet, this man, the Prime Minister Li Chengliang, hailed as the most outstanding in nearly three hundred years, held Changkong Zhen Ce in extremely high regard, even strongly advocating for him to become the Crown Prince.

Regarding Changkong Zhen Ce's suggestion... Li Chengliang planned to return home and thoroughly re-examine Gan Jin's profile to see what was so special about this young man that he could impress the Third Prince Changkong Zhen Ce, who was inherently very proud... "Then, this subject will no longer insist," Li Chengliang bowed lower.

Baolong Zhen Ce looked at the dedicated Prime Minister and lightly shook his head: "Why is it that you seriously consider and adopt every suggestion made by the Third brother, except for the most crucial one he proposed—the suggestion that the Sixth brother should be the Crown Prince..."

"The Third Prince is right about everything, except that the Sixth Prince is not the correct choice; he himself is the best option," Li Chengliang bowed even lower, his posture exceedingly respectful, yet beneath it lay an unwavering determination.

Time flew by quickly. Gan Jin's wedding drew everyone's attention, and it also caused almost every warrior and mage participating in the Newcomer King Tournament to deeply resent the name Gan Jin. They secretly resolved that if this Gan Jin dared to participate, regardless of whether he had defeated the Thunder Lion King or Tian Lian Lingguan in the past, the moment they met him, they would fight him to the death!

Even if they couldn't defeat him, they would exhaust him! They would drain his energy so he wouldn't have the strength to fight the next match!

The Newcomer King Tournament hadn't even begun, yet Gan Jin had unknowingly offended nearly every warrior participating in it. He had caused too much of a stir!

In previous years, by this time, there should have been stalls selling Newcomer King Tournament guidebooks, allowing people to place bets at casinos based on the names listed, and various merchants offering equipment in hopes that their crafted gear would be used in the tournament.

This time of year should have been the most glorious period for the Newcomer King participants; everywhere they walked, young beauties would stop and watch.

Now? Forget beauties; not even an old man paid them any attention. All the focus was on Gan Jin's wedding.

It was a night that wasn't terribly long but was certainly incredibly busy.

Before the sun even appeared over the horizon, representatives from numerous families were already waiting outside the gates of the Grand Warrior's Guild.

As the sun rose higher, the gates of the Warrior Guild opened, and the waiting family representatives filed in one after another.

"Gan Jin tonight, you'll be counting the congratulatory money until your hands go numb, right?" Duan Fengbuer smiled as he faced every guest, speaking quietly to Mu Ne Zhen Ce beside him.

Many faction leaders recognized immediately that among the reception staff were members of the Royal Family, specifically His Royal Highness, the Sixth Prince!

Many young individuals who had accompanied their family elders still carried a certain arrogance. The moment they saw the Sixth Prince, that arrogance vanished without a trace.

One might be the young master of a local family, capable of bullying and dominating in his territory, and still walk with his head held high in the Divine Capital, but facing the Sixth Prince, Mu Ne Zhen Ce, such a young master might not even amount to a fart.

Now, this person who could render many people less than a fart was actually acting as a doorman for Gan Jin of the Warrior's Guild!

Then... what would they be worth facing Gan Jin?

It was best to behave! The young masters all chose to set aside their usual arrogance, behaving as meekly as doves, holding a glass of red wine and finding a quiet corner to chat softly with peers, not even daring to speak loudly.

Guests continued to stream into the Grand Warrior's Guild, wave after wave. Families and factions with status and prestige began appearing as the day progressed.

Today, these factions arrived much earlier than usual; normally, most wouldn't show up until dusk.

Now, the Emperor himself was coming! No one knew when the Emperor would arrive! If the Emperor arrived and they hadn't shown up yet, wouldn't that make them seem more high-and-mighty than the Emperor?

Family leaders who usually dared to act high and mighty at various banquets experienced what it felt like to be a nobody today.

"Family Head of the Bursting Bear Bloodline Warriors arrives!"

The receptionist at the entrance roared the announcement, then stopped moving, his eyes already looking past the figure of the Bursting Bear Family Head, focusing on another group arriving for the wedding celebration.

Holway Lier stood frozen at the entrance, staring at the receptionist of the Grand Warrior's Guild, momentarily unable to process what had just happened. Just one shout? And that was it? Not only did no important figure come out to greet him, but the gatekeeping receptionist also showed no intention of leading the way?

"What is going on?" Holway Lier was genuinely confused. Even when visiting Gan Zhan Xuan's residence, the home of the Elven King Bloodline Warrior family, no one had dared to treat him with such casual disregard. He was the Family Head of the Bursting Bear Bloodline Warriors! He wasn't some obscure nobody!

"Teacher Rodriguez! Over here, over here! Please take the main seat, take the main seat..."

Two warriors from the Warrior's Guild cautiously and attentively welcomed Rodriguez, treating him like an ancestor. Amidst the surging crowd, this scene stood out glaringly.

Why? Holway Lier watched as the uncouth-looking Rodriguez was ushered in like an ancestor, while his powerful bloodline warrior family received treatment that was even less than that given to a country bumpkin! What kind of situation was this? How could this be tolerated...

"Boy, where is my seat?"

Pan Hongji casually grabbed a member of the Warrior's Guild amidst the crowd and asked dismissively. Those unfamiliar with him might have mistaken him for just an ordinary guest.

"Serpent Emperor, your seat is there." The ordinary warrior vaguely pointed in a direction and then turned back to his business, showing no sign of deferential welcome.

This... Holway Lier's surging rage, which had been rushing to his temples, instantly felt as if it had been blasted by an ice-elemental forbidden spell, completely extinguishing the anger in his head. He even felt a chill spreading through his limbs, a cold current surging up his spine and shocking his brain. He blinked his bear-like eyes hard, unable to believe what he was seeing. The Serpent Emperor! Pan Hongji! A top figure among the Ten Great Bloodline Warriors, a person for whom even the Emperor himself would personally come out to greet upon entering the palace!

This kind of treatment... Huo Wei-li felt that if he had encountered such a situation, he would have instantly slapped the warrior who dared to be so casually dismissive into a pulp!

Yet, the Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji before him merely smiled, glancing around at others while searching for his own seat, without the slightest hint of feeling insulted.

This... Huo Wei-li sighed, lifting his leg to walk into the courtyard of the Warrior General Union. Huo Tie followed closely, his face clearly displeased: "Grandfather, why didn't you beat them? Aren't we noble Great Bears—"

"Shut your damn mouth!" Huo Wei-li turned back and glared fiercely at Huo Tie, whose body had just recovered: "You know nothing!"

Huo Tie glanced at Pan Hongji not far away, then sneered at the Huo Tie behind him: "Do you know who that is?"

Huo Tie barely spared Pan Hongji a dismissive glance and continued his cold laughter: "Who cares? Isn't he just some low-status old warrior? Smiling at everyone he sees..."

"Nonsense! That is Pan Hongji!"

Huo Tie’s mouth, which had been open to speak, froze stiff. His eyes stared blankly at the old warrior he had just looked down upon. This... this is... Pan Hongji? The legendary Serpent Emperor!

"If the Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji acts like that, what right do you have to play the big shot here?" Huo Wei-li glared at Huo Tie again, fiercely: "If you dare to be arrogant, wouldn't that imply you are even stronger than Pan Hongji? Where would that put the Serpent Emperor's face? It would be a small thing for him to just slap you dead!"

Huo Tie shrank his neck. The boisterous arrogance he possessed just moments ago vanished completely. He obediently retreated into the formation, inwardly seething. He had thought that with his grandfather here, they could severely humiliate that little upstart Qian Jin from the Conquest Academy. But unexpected—the Serpent Emperor...

Huo Wei-li sighed. This Serpent Emperor clearly hadn't actually been unable to find a seat; he was deliberately loitering in the crowd, using his status to tell everyone, I, the Serpent Emperor, am in this state; what the hell are you? Sit down and attend the banquet obediently! Otherwise, I will kill you all!

With the Serpent Emperor backing him up, Huo Wei-li could only sigh. Qian Jin really had astonishing luck!

"The Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Clan, Young Master Isael, arrives to offer congratulations..."

"Where is everyone? Isn't there an escort? Must I, the noble Isael... Ow! Who dared strike this young—"

"Little brat! I’m the one who hit you! If I don’t smack you for three days, you’ll rebel against me! Are you that powerful? Does the entire Star system not have room for you anymore?"

The voice of the Tyrant Queen, Isabella, sliced through the entire banquet hall, instantly capturing the attention of every guest present.

"Huh? Little Aunt... why are you here? Oh... so it was you who hit me... I..."

"What about you?" Isabella raised her hand and directly grabbed Isael's ear, dragging him towards the crowd of guests: "Come here with me. Today I’m going to give you a proper lesson."

Isael, under the gaze of everyone, looked utterly miserable, obediently following Isabella toward the crowd, not daring to resist in the slightest. Although he had been the little tyrant in his family since childhood, only in front of this aunt did he revert to being an honest rookie!

That was the Tyrant Queen who once took a knife and attempted to assassinate the current undisputed champion of one-on-one combat! Although she ultimately failed, the courage and spirit she displayed were things countless powerful male warriors lacked.

Isael had been beaten by this Tyrant Queen so many times since childhood that he had developed a severe psychological scar. Many in the clan said that even if Isael’s strength eventually surpassed Isabella’s, during a confrontation between them, Isael would still be beaten like a stray dog by the Tyrant Queen.

The psychological shadow was too deep! He probably couldn't even unleash thirty percent of his true strength... Even if he possessed the power to slay the current invincible Demon King, he still wouldn't be able to defeat the Tyrant Queen Isabella.

Isabella's gesture of grabbing his ear just now was quite slow; countless people present could have easily dodged it. Although Isael was slightly younger than Qian Jin, his talent was extraordinarily high. His ranking on the Saint Ascension List had been rocketing up like a rocket recently, and he was currently ranked third.

Yet, at the moment Isabella reached out to yank his ear, this genius warrior of the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Clan was... still caught so easily, as simple as an eagle snatching a chick, effortlessly secured.

"Aunt... Little Aunt... I’m not that young anymore..."

"Does that mean I’m not your Little Aunt anymore?"

"Little Aunt, that’s not what I meant..."

"Then what did you mean? Do you think your Little Aunt is old and fading, unwanted by anyone? So you think you can bully me casually?"

"Not at all! Little Aunt is currently the number one beauty in the True Strategy Dynasty! If anyone dares to speak ill of Little Aunt, I will definitely draw my blade and fight them! I'll kill them!"

"True Strategy Dynasty? It seems Little Aunt really is old. I recall the last time we met, you claimed I was the number one beauty among the Human, Demon, and Barbarian tribes combined. It seems you went off to the Demon or Barbarian races to find a sweetheart, so Little Aunt can only be the True Strategy Dynasty’s number one beauty. Hmph... someday, if you find another sweetheart in the True Strategy Dynasty... Little Aunt might lose even this last title..."

"Little Aunt... I was wrong..."

The crowd made way for them, unable to suppress their repeated stifled laughter. This scene was... truly... too comical!

"However, there is actually someone who believes Little Aunt is not the number one beauty."

"Who? Who is it! Little Aunt, tell me, I’ll go beat him up! Make him recognize the truth..."

Isabella halted her steps, looking at the furious Isael with a sly smile, and pointed her finger toward Qian Jin not far away: "It's this smelly brat."

Qian Jin, in his groom's attire, stood frozen on the spot, utterly bewildered. Was this a joke? If the Headmaster asked him how beautiful she was, he would definitely say she was the most beautiful from the day the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races existed until this very moment!

Perhaps... Qian Jin's face contorted into an expression of helpless amusement. The Serpent Emperor had brought ten boys, asking him to act as their caretaker and help train them. Now it seemed the Headmaster had understood too, bringing along the most outstanding young warrior of the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Clan.

"You dare say that about my Little Aunt? Get down here!"

Isabella released Isael's ear, and his aura instantly underwent a massive transformation. He was no longer the image of a spoiled child who hadn't been weaned, but suddenly morphed into a seasoned veteran of countless battlefields. A thick, intense killing intent surged forth like a great river rushing east, sweeping toward Qian Jin. The surrounding crowd instinctively retreated under the pressure of this killing aura.

Pan Hongji rested his chin, smiling faintly: "This little girl is truly cunning! Training her clan’s younger generation this way. This amount of killing intent is decent, but compared to Qian Jin..."

Boom!

The moment Isael's killing intent collided with Qian Jin's body, he felt it was like the waves of a vast river crashing against a roaring ocean tsunami!

A river wave several feet high was less than a mere splash of water spray against a tsunami thousands of feet tall... Isael felt as if he were facing millions of Demon Race troops charging fiercely toward him alone. The powerful aura of killing intent forced him to involuntarily take two steps back, his fierce Dou Qi exploding into the ground just as he managed to stop retreating further.

"Such powerful killing intent?" Isael took a step forward, immediately activating his Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Battle Form, unleashing his Half-Saint strength for all to see. His palm rapidly became Pseudo-Dragonized, and a pair of huge, bat-like wings unfurled swiftly like a canopy, releasing a powerful burst of bloodline Dou Qi into the air, accompanied by a roar reminiscent of an ancient Pseudo-Dragon!

"Take my strike—Star Dragon Fist!"