The ripples of silver space slowly dissipated, and the figures of Lin Chen and Xiaobai appeared high above outside Fallen God Mountain.
As soon as they appeared, an oppressive imperial force came crashing down, as if the entire firmament was collapsing downward.
A thousand meters ahead, above the clouds.
Gu Ning, donned in a black-golden dragon robe, stood with his hands behind his back atop the back of a gigantic dragon that seemed to obscure the sun and sky.
The dragon was entirely covered in purple-gold scales, bore nine claws, with dragon horns resembling a crown, with a body stretching ten thousand meters and coiling in the heavens. With each breath, the surrounding space continually collapsed and reformed.
It had evolved after devouring the dragon veins of the nine cities within Cangling Ancient Country—an Ancestor Holy Dragon!
At this moment, Gu Ning had his eyes closed, as if listening to the lament of this world, or perhaps awaiting the arrival of fate.
Only when Lin Chen's aura appeared did he slowly open his eyes.
In those eyes, there was no tension in the presence of a formidable foe, only an obsessive madness and resentment.
He looked at Lin Chen as if facing the demon of his life.
"You've finally come."
Gu Ning's voice was frighteningly calm, yet carried a chilling coldness deep into one's bones.
Lin Chen did not immediately respond but instead surveyed the land below with a heavy gaze.
The Cangling Ancient Country, once lush and vibrant, now presented a bleak and desolate appearance.
The mountains and vegetation were withered, the rivers had run dry, the ground was cracked, and the Spiritual Qi in the air was exceedingly thin, as if the soul of this land had been forcibly extracted.
This was the dire consequence of the dragon veins' exhaustion.
One could imagine that in the coming centuries or even millennia, this land might remain barren, and spirit beasts would find it hard to evolve.
"For power, you have gone this far..."
"If it were for resisting the Divine Race, then so be it."
Lin Chen sensed the power emanating from Gu Ning, a flicker of sorrow and anger flashed in his eyes:
"But now, the great enemy is at hand, the Divine Race is not defeated, and as the National Preceptor of the Human Race, instead of thinking of defense, you sever the very roots of your people."
"Gu Ning, your actions indeed render you unworthy of the position of National Preceptor."
"It seems that Zhong Nan's decision not to choose you, but Bai Ling, was indeed correct."
"Shut up!!!!"
These words were like the final spark that ignited a volcano.
Gu Ning's originally calm expression instantly twisted, blue veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes immediately turned bloodshot red.
"Do not mention Zhong Nan! Do not mention that old fool!"
Gu Ning roared hysterically, the imperial dragon energy around him ran amok, transforming into a celestial gale:
"I am the heavenly-fated National Preceptor! I am the only true dragon in this world!"
"What is the Divine Race? As long as I am strong enough, even heaven and earth must submit to me!"
He fixed his gaze on Lin Chen, murderous intent solidifying:
"My enemy has never been any Divine Lord or Demon Lord..."
"It is you!"
"Only you!"
"Roar——!!!!"
With Gu Ning's furious outburst, the Ancestor Holy Dragon beneath him seemed to sense its master's will and let out a primordial dragon's roar that shattered the heaven.
That sound carried the heavy fate of billions of beings from Cangling Ancient Country, and the ten-thousand-meter long purple-gold body of the Ancestor Holy Dragon suddenly stretched, with nine dragon claws tearing through the clouds, bearing supreme majesty, crushing towards Lin Chen.
"Battle!"
Lin Chen was somewhat puzzled; though he and Gu Ning were sworn enemies, Gu Ning's words seemed a bit strange.
But at this juncture, there was no need for more words, only battle.
"Moo!!!"
Xiaobai let out a barbaric roar, its divine and demonic eye bursting forth with black-gold divine light, fearlessly charging ahead.
...
At that moment, far at ten thousand meters away.
The Great Elder, along with Qin Shaoshao and a group of Spirit Academy elites, had just arrived at the edge of the battlefield.
Originally, they were full of anticipation, waiting for Tree Ancestor and Lin Chen's triumphant return, but what first greeted their eyes was this apocalyptic scene!
"My heavens... What kind of power is this?!"
Someone covered their mouth, pupils filled with shock.
In the high sky, the firmament was forcibly torn into two halves.
On the east side was the vast purple-gold imperial aura, countless golden true dragon shadows of national destiny tumbling within, representing Gu Ning's Ancestral Dragon Power, symbolizing ultimate order, imperial power, and suppression.
On the west side was the gray-black chaotic demonic aura, as if ancient floods had descended, representing Lin Chen's Divine and Demonic Power, symbolizing ultimate strength, destruction, and breaking rules.
"Boom——!!!!!!"
Two super immortal beasts clashed at ten thousand meters altitude in the most primal, most brutal manner.
There was no flashy probing, just straight into a deadly battle that threatened to annihilate the heavens and earth!
"Ancestral Dragon Claw·Tear Heaven!"
The massive dragon claw of the Ancestor Holy Dragon, capable of shattering stars, enveloped in nine elemental laws, fiercely clawed at Xiaobai's back.
"Scritch——!"
Sparks burst like meteor showers.
With this one claw, the space was directly clawed into five pitch-black fractures, and Xiaobai's indestructible divine and demonic body was deeply marked with white imprints, twisting the surrounding space under the immense force!
"Divine and Demonic·Iron Horn Impact!"
Xiaobai grew even more ferocious; it ignored defense completely, with the spiral divine and demonic horns burning with black demonic fire, like peerless magic swords, crazily striking the abdomen of the Ancestor Holy Dragon.
"Boom!!!"
A muffled sound so powerful it made the Great Elder and others spew blood spread forth.
The enormous body of the ten-thousand-meter long Ancestor Holy Dragon was shockingly bent by Xiaobai's forceful push!
Purple-gold dragon scales fell like rain; each one striking the ground shattered a mountain peak.
"Suppress them for me!"
Gu Ning stood atop the dragon's head, looking like a madman, pressing his hands virtually.
The Ancestor Holy Dragon let out a roar, spraying a golden dragon breath filled with the weight of mountains and rivers from its mouth:
"National Destiny Dragon Breath!"
This breath was neither fire nor water, but pure "gravity" and "pressure."
"Cow Communication Skill!"
"Descent of the Demon Bull!"
Lin Chen, standing on the bull's back, black hair wildly dancing, commanded Xiaobai in battle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The aftermath of their battle spread, rewriting the terrain below.
Mountains collapsed, the land sunk, the heavenly river poured back.
This wasn't merely a battle; this was clearly a clash of creation and destruction!
"Too... too terrifying..."
The Great Elder's face was pale, his entire body trembling.
He had lived for so long, yet had never witnessed such a magnificent, overbearing battle.
Gu Ning's Ancestral Dragon seemed like the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, every move a crushing of rules.
While Lin Chen's divine and demonic force stood as a defiant challenger against fate, using the most brute strength to shatter all shackles.
A black and a gold silhouette madly intertwined above the firmament, at times with dragon roars shaking the heavens, at times with demonic screams splitting the earth.
They shattered clouds, pierced through the void, and fought until the sun and moon lost their light.
As if in all of heaven and earth, only these last two true dragons and divine demonic beings remained, locked in an undead ultimate showdown for that so-called "only one!"
