Chapter 2137: Crushed!
The title of "Dragon Lord" was not merely a position of authority. It was a sacred title—a name that signified the absolute ruler of the Ancestral Dragon Race.
It was the pinnacle of power, the symbol of supremacy, the embodiment of the strongest dragon bloodline.
Millions of years ago, during the Gods and Devils Era, The strongest True God beneath the Creation Gods and Devil Emperors— Was none other than the True God of the Dragon God Race. Even though countless years had passed, Even though the peak power of the world had settled at the True God Realm,
The Dragon Race remained unshaken.
They were, without question, the strongest existence beneath the True Gods. In this era, the current Dragon Lord had not yet stepped into the True God Realm.
But—
He was only a breath away.
If Hua Qingying, the Sword Fairy, was the strongest under True God among the human race—
Then the Dragon Lord was, without a doubt—
The strongest among all beasts beneath the True Gods! A legendary existence. An unstoppable force.
And now— That force had been pushed beyond reason by rage and despair.
In the moment when everyone was still in shock over Meng Jianyuan's impossible feat—slaying a Divine Limited Realm powerhouse while still at the Divine Master Realm—a brief lapse in awareness overtook the battlefield.
And in that instant, before anyone could react, the Dragon Lord erupted with power.
A terrifying force exploded outward, sending everything and everyone nearby flying in different directions!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"UGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Screams of profound practitioners filled the air as those weaker were crushed by the shockwave, their bones snapping as they were thrown like ragdolls.
"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a roar filled with boundless fury, the Dragon Lord surged forward, his unstoppable figure crashing toward Yun Che, who stood at the very center of everyone's attention.
Maybe it was due to the shocked and unfocused minds of everyone present, but in that brief moment of chaos, the barriers that had been keeping everyone away from the battle arena shattered one after another under the sheer force of the Dragon Lord's power.
"SHITTTTT!!!!"
Hua Fuchen and Meng Kongchan erupted with power, their aura blasting away anyone too close as they rushed forward in pursuit of the Dragon Lord.
But it was too late.
The distance between the Dragon Lord and Yun Che was already too short, and with his unfathomable speed, he had already reached Yun Che before Yun Che could even react!
"ROARRRRRRRRR!!!!"
The Dragon Lord, driven completely mad by rage, transformed his hand into a massive dragon claw and swung down at Yun Che with the full force of his power!
Even before the attack landed, the destructive might it carried shredded the surrounding space into an endless vacuum of nothingness.
Hua Fuchen and Meng Kongchan, both True Gods, felt a horrifying chill creep into their souls as they internally screamed—they couldn't make it in time!
"BOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
A cataclysmic impact erupted!
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
"YUAN'ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Meng Kongchan roared with all his might, his heart twisting in agony.
The spot where Yun Che had been standing just moments ago was no longer there.
Nothing remained.
No blood.
No body.
No trace of Yun Che at all.
Only a massive crater of destruction, where the Dragon Lord's overwhelming power had reduced everything to absolute nothingness.
"Yuan'er..."
Meng Kongchan's body trembled, his eyes widened, and his voice turned hoarse as he stood frozen in place.
"Yun Che!!!!"
At the same time, Hua Fuchen's voice rang out, his shout intertwining with Meng Kongchan's desperate call.
But it was too late.
They had arrived too late.
They couldn't save him.
"Brother Yuan!!!!"
By now, the various Divine Children, Elders, and spectators had recovered from their initial shock, only to be thrust into an even greater one.
There was nothing left of where Yun Che had once stood.
No trace of his existence.
No sign of his survival.
"Yuan'er...YUAN'ER!!!!!!!"
Meng Kongchan's voice shifted—
From shock—
To horror—
To unimaginable, burning rage—all within the span of a few breaths.
Before Hua Fuchen could react, before he could even speak—
BOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
An explosive force erupted from Meng Kongchan's body, a full-powered release of a True God!
The sheer might of it sent Hua Fuchen flying backward, forcing him to stabilize himself as space shattered from the impact.
Meng Kongchan's rage ascended to the heavens, his aura tearing through reality as the air itself cracked apart.
A True God's fury.
The pinnacle existence in the Abyss.
Even though it was known that the Divine Kingdoms' True Gods could not compare to the Pure Land's Ancient True Gods—
A True God was still a True God.
And their wrath alone could easily break the world.
Various True Gods reacted instantly, their instincts sharp and absolute.
One after another, they conjured powerful barriers, layering them over each other to shield the weaker profound practitioners from the catastrophic force of a True God's rage.
It didn't matter whether they were from the Divine Kingdoms or the Ancient True Gods of the Pure Land—
At this moment, they all unleashed their power to contain the destruction within the battle arena.
Even though the weaker cultivators could only feel a terrifying power explode, they quickly sensed how it was restrained.
Still—
Even with it contained, their hairs stood on end, their souls trembled.
That brief moment—
That single instance where the True God's fury surged unchecked—
If it hadn't been contained…
They would all be dead.
Shock spread like wildfire among the gathered crowd as they flew outwards far far from the destruction.
Yet, among them, those from the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom—who were familiar with their Lord's power—
Felt an even deeper disturbance.
To the average Divine Extinction or Divine Limited Realm cultivator, the battle of True Gods was beyond their sight.
Even those at the Peak of the Divine Limited Realm could only make out blurry, shifting shadows.
To them, it wasn't a fight—
It was a calamity unfolding beyond mortal perception.
"BOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!"
The ground ruptured.
The sky cracked.
Meng Kongchan, his rage reaching its peak, his divine might unleashed, erupted with a power that shook the heavens themselves!
"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
His voice thundered like divine judgment, his explosive energy warping the very fabric of space.
Before Meng Kongchan even reached the Dragon Lord, his eyes had already turned gray, signaling the unleashing of the strongest soul technique of the Meng Clan.
The Dragon Lord's gaze dulled instantly.
For a brief moment, a sweet, dreamlike illusion flashed before him—a moment of peace.
But the Dragon Lord had already resolved himself to die when he chose to kill Yun Che.
His mind was prepared.
The instant the soul attack struck, his dragon soul expanded to its absolute limit—
And with sheer, unyielding will,
He shattered the dream!
"BANG!!!!"
The illusion collapsed into nothingness.
But—
That single moment of distraction was all it took.
Before he could even activate his dragon transformation—
Before his body could adapt to battle form—
A colossal hammer materialized out of nowhere—
And smashed directly into his chest!
"BOOOMM!!!"
"ROARRRRRRRR!!!"
The Dragon Lord wailed in agony as he was sent flying across the battlefield, a spray of dragon blood painting the air in deep crimson!
"Dreamless Hammer!!!!!"
Hua Fuchen's eyes sharpened as he instantly recognized the weapon Meng Kongchan had just summoned.
Unlike conventional divine weapons, the Dreamless Hammer had no sharp edges—no blade, no piercing tip.
To most people, it was an odd choice of weapon for a battlefield.
But to Hua Fuchen, who truly understood Meng Kongchan, he knew—
This weapon was the perfect match for Meng Kongchan's fighting style.
Meng Kongchan was called the Dreamless Divine Regent, but not because of his clan's dream-based techniques.
Rather—
It was because of his battle style.
Anyone who ever fought him would be knocked out cold!
No dream.
No nightmare.
Just pure unconsciousness.
That was why no one who had fought him ever remembered their defeat.
Beyond that, the Dreamless Hammer was also one of the most feared torture weapons in existence.
Unlike weapons that ended a life with a single strike—
This weapon would not kill instantly.
But it would break every bone in your body—
Bit by bit.
Until nothing remained intact.
With Meng Kongchan's overwhelming hatred, there was no doubt—he would torture the Dragon Lord to death!
"ROARRRRRRR!!!"
Amidst the sea of blood, the Dragon Lord roared, his body expanding, his form twisting as he fully transformed into a colossal dragon.
His aura erupted, pushing his soul and body to their absolute limit.
Even as his flesh burned, his wounds deepened, his power surged.
This was his final stand.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
The Dragon Lord unleashed his soul power, his titanic will bearing down on Meng Kongchan, targeting him directly.
If his body was no match for a True God, then he would strike at the soul!
A Divine Limited Realm being at his peak, pouring everything he had left into an attack that could crush the souls of lesser beings.
But—
How could a True God be moved by such an attack?
Much less a True God whose fury had reached the heavens themselves?
"Shattered."
A cold, emotionless whisper rang through the battlefield.
In the next instant—
CRACK!!!!
The Dragon Lord's soul attack shattered like fragile glass, obliterated without resistance.
A Divine Limited Realm soul—no matter how strong—could never compare to the might of a True God.
Much less one who had been pushed into absolute fury.
"Bang!!!"
High in the sky, the Dragon Lord spasmed violently, his eyes widening as blood gushed from his mouth.
The impact of his shattered soul rebounded into his own body, inflicting agonizing damage even greater than before.
Yet—
Even as his insides ruptured, as his body teetered on the brink of destruction,
The madness in his eyes did not fade.
Just like Meng Kongchan,
He had already resigned himself to death.
So what if he died today?
So what if he dragged his entire race down with him?
He did not care.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"
The Dragon Lord unleashed his draconic flame, a breath of pure annihilation that melted away space itself as it surged forward.
This was not like Long Huolie's fire—this was many times stronger.
This was the pinnacle of dragon flames.
A flame capable of turning mountains into nothingness.
A flame capable of reducing even the strongest of beings to ash.
And it rushed straight toward Meng Kongchan.
The impact swallowed him whole.
A wave of golden-red destruction erupted, consuming everything in its path.
"Kongchan!!!!"
Hua Fuchen and various Gods reacted instantly, their voices filled with alarm.
With the speed of a True God, Meng Kongchan could have dodged it easily.
Yet—
He did not even try.
Because he simply didn't want to.
"YOU!!!!"
The Dragon Lord's rage boiled over as the flames continued to burn—
But then—
A figure emerged from within the fire, walking straight through the dragon's breath,
Completely engulfed in flames, yet unfazed.
"Heh."
Meng Kongchan grinned through the inferno.
His body burned, but his battle intent soared.
He raised his battle hammer, and in an instant—
It expanded.
The hammer's size grew to monstrous proportions, surpassing even the Dragon Lord's enormous body in sheer length and weight.
"Fucking lizard..."
With a single, earth-sundering motion,
Meng Kongchan swung his hammer downward with full force.
Space twisted.
The air shattered.
Everything in its path ceased to exist.
"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
The impact sent the Dragon Lord plummeting downward,
His massive body crashing into the battle arena with unimaginable force.
The earth split apart, forming a deep crater,
The ground of the Pure Land itself fractured beneath the weight of destruction.
A cloud of dust and debris erupted into the air, covering the battlefield in absolute devastation.
"Zzzzzz..."
The flames surrounding Meng Kongchan finally died out as the Dragon Lord lost control of his power.
What was revealed beneath the dying embers was Meng Kongchan's body—burned in multiple places.
Yet he did not spare even a glance at his own wounds.
He did not care.
This was the battle at the pinnacle of the world.
The power of a True God.
Even though it took many words to describe,
Everything had transpired in less than the span of a single breath.
"Ugh..."
A low groan escaped from within the deep pit of destruction.
Then—
"Crack...BOOMM!!!"
The Dragon Lord's humanoid form shot out from the crater, his body battered, broken, and bloodied.
His feet barely found balance as he landed on the fragmented battlefield once more.
"Cough... cough... PUKE!!!"
He coughed violently, a torrent of dragon blood spewing from his mouth, forming deep crimson pools around him.
His once majestic form was now a wreck, his breath shallow, his body trembling under its own weight.
"BANGGGG!!!"
A loud impact rang through the arena!
"CRACKED!!!!"
"ARGHHHH!!!!!!"
Meng Kongchan had landed directly onto the Dragon Lord's back—
His foot stomping down with enough force to nearly snap his spine!
"MY LORD!!!!!"
The dragons watching from the sidelines cried out in panic and desperation.
Yet, despite their cries,
They could do nothing.
The entire battle had unfolded beyond their ability to follow.
All they had seen was a blur of destruction,
And when their sight caught up,
Their lord—the proud Dragon Lord—
Was now coughing blood on the ground,
Crushed beneath Meng Kongchan's foot.
"Dead... we're dead!!!!" Many young dragons' legs gave out as they stared at the scene unfolding before them.
"Wait..." The Dragon Lord attempted to speak, realizing too late the vast chasm between his strength and that of a True God. He had believed that, despite not reaching the True God level, his formidable dragon body would allow him to contend with one. Now, he understood the difference was as vast as heaven and earth; he stood no chance. But Meng Kongchan, consumed by fury, gave him no time.
"Bang!!! Crack!!!!!" Meng Kongchan stomped on the Dragon Lord's back repeatedly, sending blood spraying from his body. He cared not for the bloodshed; his sole desire was to torture the Dragon Lord to death.
"Roar....." The Dragon Lord could only wail in pain as he felt many of his bones breaking.
"Stop...."
"STOPPP!!!! AHHHH!!!!" The Ancestral Dragon Clan elders pleaded for mercy toward the enraged Meng Kongchan, but he remained unmoved by their pleas.
"UGHHHHH Roar....." The Dragon Lord's voice grew weaker and weaker. Seeing this, the dragon elders turned their heads to the High Priests, kneeling and begging for their intervention. Yet, the High Priests remained unmoved.
The Dragon Lord life aura was getting weaker and weaker, and as his life was almost fade, a voice suddenly rang.
"Calm down."
A calm, authoritative voice cut through the tension.
An old man appeared before Meng Kongchan, his presence alone halting the crazed True God in his tracks.
Meng Kongchan's entire body froze, locked in place by an unfathomable force—despite his overwhelming strength as a True God.
It was as if the very world itself had seized him.
The newcomer was Mo Die.
With a simple motion, he curled his finger inward—
Then, with the lightest flick—
"BOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
Meng Kongchan's body was sent flying, crashing violently into the arena floor.
The entire battlefield trembled, the once-sturdy ground shattering apart as his bloodied body struck the earth.
A True God… thrown aside with just one finger.
The moment his power was displayed,
The Divine Regents and High Priests reacted instantly—
Bowing low.
"We, your subjects, greet Your Majesty, the Abyssal Monarch!"
Their voices, filled with absolute reverence, shook the air.
The entire crowd, hearing their words, immediately followed suit, dropping to their knees without hesitation.
"We greet Your Majesty, the Abyssal Monarch!"
Their collective voices rang out in unison, trembling with respect and fear.
It mattered not that the man standing before them bore the face of Mo Die, an elderly figure they all knew.
If the Gods themselves called him the Abyssal Monarch—
Then there was no doubt.
He was the Abyssal Monarch.
Beside him, two figures stood.
One heavily injured, his entire body drenched in blood.
The other almost completely unscathed, his face unreadable.
They were Long Wangchu and Yun Che.