Chapter 115: The Existence of the True Dragon

Or rather, it was the chopsticks in Lu Ran’s hand, their eyes filled with an ambiguous yet unmistakable ambition.

“Hand over the chopsticks now, and speak on your knees!” Li Ming commanded.

“Go to hell!” Lu Ran cursed at once.

Yet his aura was clearly much weaker.

Though it was only a single chopstick, wielding it took considerable effort. That last strike had nearly drained every ounce of his inner spiritual energy.

Now, he had no strength left to continue fighting.

Still, despite the situation, he could not show weakness.

“In that case, then die!” Zhang Ao snarled, clutching his treasure as he moved forward to finish Lu Ran.

At that moment, a voice suddenly interrupted them.

“Wait!”

Long Ruxuan stood up, his hands covered as he stood tall and dignified.

“I will fight in place of my junior brother.”

With those words, he leapt onto the stage.

His aura burst forth, and the presence of a Sovereign-level cultivator instantly became apparent to all.

Not only that, but golden ripples of energy swirled around Long Ruxuan.

The arena erupted into chaos once more.

Everyone felt that Lu Ran’s fate was sealed; after all, he was utterly exhausted from the previous battle, and now two Sovereign-level experts wielded two Immortal-grade weapons against him.

Yet now, Long Ruxuan suddenly appeared, also a Sovereign-level cultivator.

“Who is this man?” someone asked.

“I know — his name is Long Ruxuan, the so-called waste prince of the Golden Dragon Royal Family.”

“He just said ‘junior brother.’ Are he and Lu Ran sworn brothers?”

“And wasn’t he supposed to be a wastrel? How could he possibly be this strong?”

Confusion rippled through the crowd.

If these two geniuses had a master, what kind of being could their master be?

In the stands, the Golden Dragon Royal Family’s sovereign, Long Aotian, sat upright, eyes wide with shock upon seeing Long Ruxuan appear.

Is this person his son?

That so-called worthless son?

Long Aotian turned to look at his dignified queen beside him.

“I don’t know… really, when he left he was only a Golden Core stage cultivator, a waste who could never have remained in our Golden Dragon Royal Family. Otherwise, it would be an insult to us,” the queen stammered, panic etched across her face.

Long Aotian averted his gaze, staring intently at the stage.

He said nothing, but his heart was in turmoil.

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Long Ruxuan’s arrival caught Li Ming and Zhang Ao off guard.

But both were supremely confident; after all, they were two against one and held treasures given by their master.

“Oh, also a Sovereign, huh? What a pity, because you’re alone,” Li Ming taunted.

“Even if you’re a Sovereign, you’re still just waiting to die!” Zhang Ao sneered.

Their words dripped with scorn.

Long Ruxuan coldly regarded them. “Lu Ran, stand down and rest. I’ll handle this.”

Lu Ran didn’t hesitate and nodded at once. “I leave it to you. Kill them outright!”

With that, he stepped off the stage.

“Go, see what he’s really capable of!” Qi Ming whispered to Li Ming and Zhang Ao below.

The golden dragon aura surrounding Long Ruxuan was indeed intriguing.

“Die!” Zhang Ao struck immediately.

Li Ming was not far behind, both attacking almost simultaneously.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy burst from both.

In Li Ming’s palm, a great seal surfaced, swirling ever larger in the sky.

Zhang Ao’s spiritual power blossomed like a raging storm, crashing toward Long Ruxuan like wild waves.

These two moves were taught by Qi Ming, never before seen in the Martial World.

Their power was terrifying.

The ironstone stage trembled violently, cracks spreading across its surface.

“Heavens, this is too terrifying. Even the Supreme Sovereign might not be able to withstand this!” someone below gasped.

On the stage, Long Ruxuan remained calm, hands folded as he stood.

At that moment, he recalled the small pond in the courtyard, where koi fish swam, their tails flicking gracefully.

The image of those swimming fish, their movements as they sought food, seemed to flicker within Long Ruxuan’s eyes.

He raised his hand gently.

Suddenly, the entire sky above the Sacred Extreme Realm erupted with the sound of dragons roaring.

The aura surged magnificently.

A golden dragon spirit soared above Long Ruxuan’s head, dazzlingly radiant, circling like a true dragon — an ancient true dragon.

He lowered his hand.

The true dragon roared and danced!

In an instant, Li Ming’s great seal shattered into fragments; Zhang Ao’s storm-like spiritual energy vanished without a trace.

Not only that, both wore ghastly pale expressions.

The next moment, a spray of fresh blood erupted from their mouths.

Long Ruxuan had yet to truly strike.

Merely relying on this dragon spirit, he had already defeated the two.

Everyone was stunned.

“Good heavens, what kind of person is this?”

“It can’t be. This is absolutely impossible.”

“Who is the master of Long Ruxuan and Lu Ran? Why are they such prodigies?”

Everyone was filled with astonishment.

Meanwhile, Qi Ming and another person could hardly sit still, exchanging glances filled with fear.

“This is a true dragon? No, that’s the Golden Dragon’s true body!”

The Immortal-level cultivator whispered tremulously.

“I understand! It seems the Martial World must harbor an ancient dragon, and this dragon’s bloodline is very close to that of a true dragon!”

Qi Ming’s eyes widened as realization dawned.

He was certain this dragon was related by blood to the true dragon, though it could never be a true dragon itself.

Remember, true dragons were supreme beings capable of slaughtering all foes.

They had been eradicated long ago due to a forbidden decree.

Even the Immortal Realm could find no trace of them.

They had studied many ancient texts: the banishment had wiped out all true dragons.

Those that remained were mere dragons with diluted bloodlines.

Legends of dragons had always persisted in this world.

Now, the Martial World might indeed harbor a dragon!

This was terrifying. If news of this reached the Immortal Realm, what upheaval would it cause?

Qi Ming and his companion could scarcely imagine.

“Take him down! He must be taken down today!” Qi Ming’s eyes blazed as he stared up at the stage.

Li Ming and Zhang Ao stood tense above.

They were extremely nervous but had no avenue for retreat.