This scar was so insignificant, like a primary schooler accidentally nicking his finger while sharpening a pencil, yet to the little boy, it seemed to merit an unforgivable crime...
"You hurt me..." A voice, cold as the very chill of the Nine Netherworld, emerged from the boy's mouth, utterly frigid...
The astonishment in Aofeng's eyes deepened. He had gathered the strength of his kin, even deploying the clan's most treasured heirloom, only to inflict a minor, negligible injury on the target.
Could this realm truly be this powerful? If he was this formidable, why hadn't the elders come themselves instead of sending him to lead the Dragon Clan warriors?
Aofeng's mind snagged only on the words the Mystic Daoist had spoken to him that day: "Strike with all your might; there will be a path out!"
A path out. Now, facing the profound might of his opponent, Aofeng felt only confusion. Where was this path? Were they truly sent here to die?
At that moment, the boy’s chilling aura enveloped Aofeng. He watched as the domain field Aofeng had released shattered completely. Merely this presence forced many Dragon Clan members to spew golden blood, their bodies violently swaying...
This was the gulf of cultivation. Despite the sheer number of dragons, despite their considerable strength—many having reached the realms of Golden Immortal or Absolute Immortal—they could not withstand the boy's sinister coldness...
He was a Devouring Demon. As he unleashed his full power, the surrounding energy began to flow uncontrollably into him, and even Aofeng felt the strength draining from his own body...
This... this was his power? Had he truly entered his world?
The sky writhed and changed, completely encompassing the ten thousand dragons...
In this world, they could no longer control their own strength...
Aofeng’s expression utterly transformed. The opponent’s cultivation was superior, and his power was even more bizarre...
Devouring, consuming everything...
"Ao Ao Ao..." A massive dragon roar erupted. Aofeng knew this was the moment for a life-or-death struggle; otherwise, they would all likely perish here...
The Dragon Clan possessed not only powerful physical combat techniques but also profound sorceries. Instantly, Aofeng and several of the strongest Dragon Clan warriors broke off. Transforming into human form, they lunged toward the little boy, while the others retreated a step, joining the ten thousand dragons in unleashing their ultimate spell...
Heavenly Dragon Divine Thunder...
A colossal divine consciousness converged. Even though the little boy had reached the Universe level, his domain field could not wholly resist this level of concentrated will.
Thick, dark clouds formed overhead, emanating an endless pressure—the might of Heaven itself. The sky plunged into utter darkness at that moment...
Seeing that these dragons could still employ immortal arts within his domain, a flicker of surprise crossed the little boy’s face. Yet, he seemed to make no move to stop them. He simply engaged the strongest contingent of Dragon Clan warriors, remaining virtually invincible within his domain, where Aofeng and the others, despite their utmost efforts, could hardly scratch him.
Meanwhile, Ye Jingyu and the others below were utterly pale. The immense pressure from the heavy cloud layer pressed down, and streak after streak of lightning materialized within it. Such terrifying might; a single, casually falling bolt could flatten all of Storm City. However, perhaps sensing this immense power, the barrier above Storm City began to emit a seven-hued radiance, appearing remarkably strengthened...
It was thanks to this barrier that the people on the battlements were not crushed instantly...
But the demons behind them were not so fortunate. Facing such terrifying Heavenly Might, many low-level demons simply burst apart, their bodies exploding. The other Six Great Lords showed no inclination to protect them, allowing their forms to shatter again and again...
Such was the cruelty of the demons. Unable to withstand the divine pressure, countless demons began to retreat backward, while only the powerful ones fully exerted their strength to resist the terrifying celestial wrath...
"CRACK..." A rift suddenly tore open in the black, swirling clouds. A bolt of lightning, as thick as water, descended, striking the world the little boy had conjured. Flashes of intense light erupted...
The second, the third, the fourth...
The lightning strikes grew in number and thickness. By the end, each bolt measured thousands of feet in diameter. Even Ye Jingyu knew that if struck by such power, there would be only one outcome: bodily annihilation...
After all, his current physique could never store such overwhelming energy...
The little boy’s domain seemed to rupture under the assault of this lightning. At least several bolts plunged directly into the field, slamming into the boy himself...
The boy furiously swung his small fists, shattering the lightning strike by strike. Clearly, even he struggled to absorb such violent energy in such a short span...
Gradually, the little boy seemed to tire of this brute exchange. He glanced at Aofeng and the others still charging him, then let out a cold laugh. He transformed his fist into an open palm, and a beam of black light flared. The foremost Dragon Clan warrior, who had reached the Absolute Immortal realm, was sliced cleanly in two by this black ray, spraying golden blood. Precisely then, a lightning bolt, only as thick as a human head but already hardened to a dark gold hue, descended stealthily, landing directly atop the little boy's head...
"Ah..." The lightning seemed to inflict immense agony. A look of struggle contorted the boy's face, and his body staggered, nearly falling from the air...
The domain he had conjured shattered entirely. Immediately afterward, more and more beams of lightning rained down, ceaselessly striking his body. The golden lightning enveloped him completely...
This was true Divine Thunder, capable of directly obliterating the divine consciousness. No matter what realm the little boy had achieved, as long as he possessed awareness, he could not resist this lightning...
Seeing this, a flicker of relief finally crossed Aofeng’s face. Even though half of the ten thousand dragons behind him had nearly lost all fighting capacity, the result of striking a Universe-level demon was a victory he counted as satisfying...
But his smile vanished just as quickly, because when the golden light receded, the little boy was still standing there, his face twisted into a hideous grimace...
Before, he had merely been annoyed. Now, he was truly enraged...