Chapter 36 The Demon Emperor’s Heir Strikes! Slaying the Dragon! The Shadow Guards Are Shocked!

Su Ming suddenly took a deep breath, like a giant whale sucking in water, and a storm surged through his mind. Before him, the massive Yellow Springs Flood Dragon, over a hundred meters long, had its form shattered into nothingness by that single breath.

The fragmented remnants of its soul dissolved into fragments, which were then inhaled into Su Ming’s nose and mouth. Mingled within those soul fragments were piercing, mournful screams that sounded eerie and chilling.

But Su Ming appeared unaffected, calmly absorbing and refining the dragon’s remnants into his own body. Within moments, a surge of draconic power rose from his lower abdomen, coursing through his limbs and bones.

He felt his Ancestral Dragon Sacred Body becoming firmer, his vitality brimming, and dragon power coiling throughout his body. When Su Ming opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his palace.

On his status panel, the figure that had read [Ancestral Dragon Sacred Body: 10%” had now jumped to “15%.]

What a generous gift.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised. It had taken three drops of Ancient Ancestral Dragon heart blood just to form the initial version of the Sacred Body.

The potential of a body capable of embodying the progenitor of the dragon race was unimaginable.nSu Ming could now roughly estimate what was required.

To complete it fully, he might need to devour dragon power in the tens of millions. But to think that consuming just one small dragon today had increased his progress by 5%.

“The Yellow Springs Diagram truly is a treasure.”

Just then, the system notification rang out again.

[“Ding! Fang Yuhan’s lifespan has drastically reduced, his essence blood dried up, and his fortune value dropped by 100 points.”

“Ding! Yellow Springs Flood Dragon has perished. Fang Yuhan is now rejected by the Divine Diagram—fortune value decreased by another 100 points.”]

Hearing these two notifications, Su Ming couldn’t help but laugh.

“This so-called Child of Fate—I haven’t even figured out how to deal with him yet, and he’s already managed to ruin himself.”

Just a while ago, Fang Yuhan had 350 fortune points. Now, he had lost 200 in one go.

Looking at the remaining 150 points on the panel, Su Ming raised his eyebrows.

“Looks like Fang Yuhan’s good days are coming to an end.”

Buzz…!

Suddenly, a pitch-black vortex appeared before him. A Shadow Guard of the Imperial Court hurried out, visibly panicked. With a thud, he dropped to one knee, his tone filled with fear.

“I didn’t expect the heir to be attacked—this was my oversight. Please punish me, my lord.”

The battle between Su Ming and the Yellow Springs Flood Dragon had occurred in his sea of consciousness and hadn’t affected the outside world. However, the dragon’s soul fragment, as it shattered in its dying moments, let out a roar that tore through the skies, forming a massive flood dragon illusion above the Yuhua Immortal Sect. It soared into the heavens, radiant with divine light.

Instantly, the entire Yuhua Immortal Sect was thrown into chaos. When they realized the disturbance came from the Demon Emperor’s heir’s palace, everyone was terrified. Voices rang out across the sect as people rushed toward the source.bEspecially Daoist Yuhua—he was scared out of his wits.

If anything were to happen to the Emperor’s heir while in their sect, and if the Demon Emperor flew into a rage, not only would they all be reduced to ash, their very souls might be cast into purgatory, tormented endlessly for all eternity!

Inside the palace—

“No need to panic, just a little trick,” Su Ming said with a slight smile to the terrified Shadow Guard.

“My lord, where did the flood dragon go? I’ll go hunt it down and refine it immediately.”

The Shadow Guard’s voice carried a trace of rage from beneath his cloak.

“No need,”

Su Ming shook his head.

“That dragon has already been completely destroyed.”

“What?”

The Shadow Guard froze.

Completely destroyed?

Though he hadn’t seen the dragon himself, its illusion in the sky had radiated an aura easily surpassing the Nirvana Realm. He had thought the heir had simply repelled the dragon.

But now it was actually killed?

By the heir himself??

Beneath his cloak, a trace of fear flickered in his eyes as he looked at Su Ming with newfound seriousness.

Just how many more tricks does the Demon Emperor’s heir have up his sleeve?

He couldn’t help but be secretly alarmed—the heir he had been escorting had changed far too much.

“The flood dragon may be gone, but the one controlling it still remains.”

“Deliver a message to Daoist Yuhua. Tell him to investigate thoroughly.”

“That flood dragon was powerful. The summoner must’ve paid a heavy price.”

“Whoever it was, they’re likely suffering severe backlash.”

“Have him check for anyone in the sect who appears withered or drained of vitality.”

Su Ming calmly gave the order.

“As you command!” The Shadow Guard replied respectfully.

Of course, Su Ming already knew Fang Yuhan had summoned the dragon, but if there were more plans to come, it was better to let the Yuhua Sect discover it on their own.

The Shadow Guard exited the palace and coldly delivered Su Ming’s orders to Daoist Yuhua. The pressure of a Divine Dao-level cultivator bore down upon him, and Daoist Yuhua trembled in fear.

Someone actually attacked the Emperor’s heir!

Daoist Yuhua was both terrified and furious, and his angry roar mobilized the entire sect. All disciples—whether inner sect, outer sect, personal students, or even the lowly janitors—were gathered and investigated one by one.

To attack the Emperor’s heir was a heinous crime!

No matter who it was, they would be executed without question!

As Su Ming watched the commotion outside, a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Now then, it’s time to deliver the final blow to Fang Yuhan.”

He took a step forward—and vanished.

At that very moment, in a small courtyard atop Divine Transformation Peak.

“Pfft!”

Fang Yuhan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, shrouded in an aura of deathly black mist.

“Wh-What’s happening?”

He was in utter panic. The Yellow Springs Diagram in his hand trembled violently, attempting to fly away. Already gravely wounded, this only made his condition worse.

His face aged several decades in an instant—his hair turned white, and wrinkles covered his face. His once robust limbs and body began to wither and weaken, on the verge of returning to dust.

“How could this be?”

“Why has my lifespan drained so drastically?”

“The Yellow Springs Flood Dragon… it’s dead?!!”

His face turned ashen, his eyes filled with sheer terror. Though he couldn’t fully control the dragon, because it was bound to the Yellow Springs Diagram, he could still sense it.

But just moments ago, that connection had abruptly vanished. Not only vanished—the dragon’s soul had been utterly annihilated.

The horrific feedback surged back to him—In that instant, he felt the dragon’s final moments.

Terror.

Desperation.

Unwillingness to die.

The Yellow Springs Flood Dragon had died a truly miserable death!

Who was it?

Could it have been Su Ming?

That thought alone sent a shiver down Fang Yuhan’s spine.