“You have to understand, they were involved in what happened back then. How could they possibly be this confused?”

Zhao Zhoutian shook his head in disbelief. He refused to accept that Xu Zimo might actually be connected to the Beiming God-Clan. But how else could the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal be explained?

Everyone knew that the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures were the most extreme and supreme techniques in the world, each one immeasurably powerful and endlessly profound. For the Ten God-Clans, the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures were as vital as their own lives. Not only were outsiders forbidden from cultivating them, even among their own clans, only the most talented were qualified to learn them.

So Zhao Zhoutian preferred to believe there was some misunderstanding rather than accept that the Beiming God-Clan had intervened. The Ten God-Clans were an alliance; though they schemed and competed among themselves day to day, in major matters they were always united. Because of this unity, no outside force had ever managed to infiltrate the Absolute God Heaven, not even the Heavenly Court.

This natural solidarity allowed the ten families to maintain absolute authority and rule the world. But in recent years, ever since the destruction of the True Martial Sacred Ground, the common external threat had vanished. The conflicts between the families grew sharper, and the alliance had now essentially fallen apart.

If the Beiming God-Clan truly had stepped into this matter, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The more Zhao Zhoutian thought about it, the colder his heart became. Fortunately, he had already sent Zhao Qing to deliver a report back to the family. For now, he decided to stay and observe.

…

As the mushroom cloud in the sky slowly dispersed, the mangled body of the Nine-Clawed Thunder Dragon appeared. It lay weakly in the air, trembling, its eyes filled with shock as it looked at Xu Zimo.

“Who are you?” it asked. “What is your connection to the Beiming God-Clan?!”

“You can find out after you die,” Xu Zimo replied calmly.

He did not know exactly what the Beiming God-Clan was, but he had a guess, they were likely one of the guardian families of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures.

Xu Zimo stepped onto the air, moving so fast he landed directly on the dragon’s back. He punched down toward its head. The dragon let out a pained roar, its enormous body thrashing as it tried to shake him off. Xu Zimo grabbed the dragon’s whiskers on both sides of its head, yanking upward with brutal force, pulling its head back.

Man and dragon wrestled in mid-air, but Xu Zimo was simply too strong. A few heavy punches later, he tore its whiskers out completely. The Nine-Clawed Thunder Dragon eventually exhausted all its strength and fell from the sky.

“Young brat, get off of me!” the Seven Dragon Ancestors shouted in fury.

Xu Zimo didn’t answer. Instead, he raised Shadow Tyrant high, gathering boundless blade intent before slashing down toward the dragon’s head.

“Spare him,” a calm voice called out.

Ripples spread across the distant sky. From beyond the horizon, countless dragon phantoms emerged. Their claws tore through the void as they appeared over the palace. There were thousands of them, all from the same race, each dragon a sky-blue color, their scales shimmering like pools of green water.

The Azure Green Dragon Race, the hidden force behind the Ancient Dragon God-Empire.

Seeing them arrive in full force made everyone’s hearts tighten.

“The entire Azure Green Dragon Race… it looks like they’ve come out with everything they have.”

“Yeah… I’ve never seen so many divine dragons at once.”

“Still, I don’t know if it’ll be enough. That ancestor of the True Martial Sacred Ground is way too strong.”

The dragon that had stopped Xu Zimo was an enormous creature. Its fierce eyes glared down as it spoke. “Human, release the Seven Ancestors. Leave the Ancient Dragon God-Empire, and we will not pursue the matter.”

“Where the hell do you people get this ridiculous sense of superiority?” Xu Zimo dug a finger into his ear. “Today, I’m not only destroying the Ancient Dragon God-Empire, I’ll wipe out your entire Azure Green Dragon Race while I’m at it.”

“Arrogant! How dare you speak such nonsense!”

The dragons were enraged. Divine dragons roared, their massive bodies darting through the air. Some breathed lightning, some summoned storms and waves tall as mountains, while others shook the heavens and earth with sheer physical might. Phenomena erupted across the sky.

Xu Zimo simply smiled. Ignoring their intimidating display, he lifted his blade and beheaded the Nine-Clawed Thunder Dragon beneath him. With the dragon’s death, the Seven Dragon Ancestors split apart again, collapsing individually to the ground, severely wounded.

“Blue Dragon, be careful,” one of the Seven Ancestors warned. “This man is a Saint Sovereign.”

Their battle had made this clear, even their combined form was crushed with ease. Despairing as it was, Xu Zimo was undoubtedly a Saint Sovereign, and not an ordinary one.

Blue Dragon, the ancestor of the Azure Green Dragons, nodded slightly.

“All dragons of my race,” he commanded, “with my body as the core, form the Heaven-Devouring Taotie Formation. With absolute force, destroy this enemy.”

The dragons roared in unison, the sound shaking the world.

Blue Dragon coiled his body in the sky. Among the nine sons of the dragon, one was the Taotie, a beast that devoured everything, leaving nothing behind. The formation Blue Dragon activated gathered the power of the entire clan, channeling it into the Taotie’s devouring force and merging it into one overwhelming strike.

Imagine the power of such a force.

Blue Dragon opened his massive jaws. His entire body froze in mid-air as energy began to gather at his mouth, forming a spiraling vortex. The other dragons dragged their huge bodies toward him. Lightning cracked, gales roared, and one by one the dragons flew into the vortex.

The vortex grew stronger and stronger, the energy in Blue Dragon’s maw becoming so intense that even the vortex itself looked close to collapsing.

Xu Zimo let out a cold snort. He aimed Shadow Tyrant at the sky, gathering the power of the Ancient Metal God, Rushou. The divine power of metal fused perfectly with the blade. He hurled the weapon toward the heavens.

At the same moment, the gathered power in the dragon’s mouth erupted, transforming into a world-shattering torrent that shot toward Xu Zimo.

One blade. One torrent.

The two ultimate forces collided in the sky, exploding with blinding brilliance sharp enough to sear the eyes of countless onlookers.