"You giant earthworm, I will kill you! I absolutely must kill you, and wipe out your entire clan!" The little boy was utterly enraged. Who was he? He was Devour, one of the Seven Great Demon Lords, having achieved the Universe (Yu) level countless years ago to become a sovereign.

He was a being standing at the very apex of the power pyramid. Even the Dragon Clan Chief, Ao Feng, despite his formidable strength, was merely a pet in his eyes. Yet now, the creature he considered a pet had not only injured him but inflicted such grievous wounds—how could that not enrage him?

It was akin to feeding a dog; if you accidentally nick your finger on its teeth, you might not be angry. But if that dog suddenly turned with lethal intent, trying to bite you to death and succeeding in severely wounding you, could you still remain calm? That was no longer mere anger; it was absolute, towering fury...

The little boy’s expression twisted violently. He lunged forward with one hand, and that seemingly small palm seized Ao Feng by the neck...

"Clan Chief..." a chorus of gasps erupted from the other Dragon Clan members...

But before they could finish their outcry, a sharp crack echoed, and Ao Feng’s neck was completely broken. The little boy's other hand shot out. Though they appeared far apart, his hand pierced straight into Ao Feng’s chest cavity...

The [Omitted for stylistic decision based on context: Scald/Armor], which the Dragon Clan prided itself on, proved utterly fragile in the little boy's grasp. With almost no effort, he tore open Ao Feng's sternum and ripped out the still-pulsing heart...

Golden blood sprayed forth continuously. The little boy seemed unsatisfied; with a violent tug, Ao Feng’s entire body was ripped asunder...

"Ao..." A Dragon Soul, unwilling, surged from the remains, but the little boy merely opened his small mouth, and a sudden vacuum pulled it in, drawing the soul directly into his maw...

Devouring. Absolute consumption...

Watching their Clan Chief’s body torn apart and his soul swallowed whole, the remaining dragons were paralyzed by shock. Following the shock came profound rage. They were a noble race; they did not fear death, but they could not accept their Chief being shredded in such a manner...

Over a dozen Celestial Dragons, each possessing the strength of the Absolute Immortal (Jue Xian) realm, roared and charged toward the little boy. The ten thousand other dragons followed, rushing forward heedlessly...

A savage smile stretched across the little boy’s mouth. Without any grand gestures, he simply swung his fists repeatedly. Instantly, the heads of those powerful dragons began to explode, one after another...

Golden blood misted the air, and figures were pulverized. Dragon Souls burst forth. Except for the dragons who had taken human form, the rest were in their true forms. Their immense bodies descended from the sky as if raining down...

Fortunately, directly beneath these Celestial Dragons was not Stormwind City, but the Tiangang Mountain Range and the entire Red Plains...

A continuous, earth-shaking rumble filled the air as one massive dragon corpse after another slammed into the ground. The impacts pulverized the peaks of the Tiangang Mountains, crushing the trees, the flora, and the terrified beasts that dared not move. Screams and roars mixed everywhere...

The entire Tiangang Mountain Range erupted into chaos, the very earth vibrating. Had the city walls been lesser, they would have collapsed, and many structures within Stormwind City had already begun to cave in. Only the walls of Stormwind City remained staunchly upright...

But very few figures remained standing atop those walls...

"Good heavens, such massive Celestial Dragons, so much Dragon Blood! If I could absorb all of it, how far could I advance? Corpse Emperor? Corpse Ancestor?" With the Haotian Orb protecting him, Liang Xiaoke, despite his relative weakness, could withstand the oppressive aura.

Watching the slaughter of the colossal Celestial Dragons high above, a long string of saliva stretched from his lips. Blood! Dragon blood! ...

Ye Jingyu ignored him, his gaze fixed on Xuanyuan Jing. By now, he vaguely suspected that these Celestial Dragons and Xuanyuan Jing had come from the same place—very likely that vanished Immortal Realm. Without the Seven Great Lords, these Celestial Dragons might indeed have turned the tide, but with the Seven Great Lords present, their numbers meant nothing more than a sacrifice...

Since the Immortal Realm still existed, there must be mighty Immortals residing there. Ye Jingyu couldn't believe that with such a powerful contingent of dragons, not a single Immortal of the Universe (Yu) level had appeared. But why weren't those Immortals showing up now? Were they content to let the Dragon Clan die pointlessly?

Ni Bo and Xiao Tao Tao’s eyes were bloodshot. Dragon blood flowed in their veins, and watching the massacre of so many Celestial Dragons filled them with unrestrained fury. Had Ye Jingyu not restrained them, they would have charged forward regardless...

Jiu Feng, Yao Rao, Gongsun Xiangyi, and the others were stunned into silence by the spectacle. The events of the day were too horrifying. Even with their advanced cultivation levels, they struggled to contain the shock surging within them...

At that moment, everyone forgot the terror of the Seven Great Lords, even forgetting the fate that awaited them—extermination—after these Celestial Dragons were slaughtered...

Dragon corpses continued to fall, and the golden dragon blood rained down like thick droplets, dyeing the entire Tiangang Mountain Range in shimmering gold...

No one noticed how swiftly the mountain stone absorbed this golden fluid, or how even the lingering essence left behind by the fallen Celestial Dragons was entirely devoured by the Tiangang Range itself...

By now, fewer than a thousand Celestial Dragons remained in the sky. The little boy’s fury had subsided, and he did not personally engage the rest. However, his Seven Great Generals surged forward, commencing the massacre of the remaining dragons, simply because their Lord had decreed the annihilation of the entire clan...

Seeing the little boy withdraw, a flicker of strange light crossed Xuanyuan Jing’s eyes. The Golden Armored Warriors behind him stood motionless, watching the demons slaughter the Celestial Dragons with absolute passivity...

Even the Immortals who had descended with him showed no intention of intervening, whether out of fear or some other unknown reason...

But just then, the demons seemed to lose interest in their game and launched a full-scale assault. Excluding the Seven Great Lords, all the remaining demons charged madly toward Stormwind City...

Observing this sudden shift, Xuanyuan Jing’s brow twitched violently. Finally, his right hand, which signaled command, dropped to his side...