Ronan_Raizel

For thousands of years, the continent of Xuanlong had been ruled by the strong. Empires rose and fell, sects clashed, and divine beasts roamed the land. In this world, cultivation was the path to true power, and only those who could defy the heavens could carve their names into history.

But hidden in the shadows of time, a forgotten bloodline of Strongest aliens lay dormant—one so powerful that the heavens themselves had sealed it away. The World Devouring Dragon Bloodline, a lineage feared by beyond gods, heavens and demons alike, was lost… until now.

World Devouring Dragon

The next morning, the Black Moon Sect's training grounds buzzed with excitement.

A challenge had been issued. Ron challenged anyone from the inner sect can challenge me.

"A new disciple, and he dares to act arrogant? Let's see how long he lasts!"

Ron stood calmly in the center of the training arena, his black robes fluttering slightly. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd with indifference.

A tall, muscular disciple stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. He was at the 7th Qi Gathering Realm—one of the strongest among new recruits.

"Ron, was it?" The disciple smirked. "I'll teach you what true strength is."

Ron sighed, resting his hand on his sword. "You're too weak."

The crowd erupted in shock. Was he insane?

"How dare he look down on Senior Jin?"

"Senior Jin is at the 7th Qi Gathering Realm! That's almost the Foundation Realm!"

But Ron didn't even glance at them. His aura remained calm, as if his opponent was beneath notice.

Jin's face twisted with anger. "Arrogant brat! Let's see if you can still talk after I break your bones!"

He charged forward, his fists glowing with qi.

But before Jin could even take two steps—

A blinding silver arc sliced through the air.

No one saw when he unsheathed his sword. No one saw when he attacked.

They only saw Jin frozen in place—his body trembling.

A thin line of blood appeared across his chest.

Jin was sent flying, crashing into the training hall's stone walls. Dust and debris exploded into the air.

Ron calmly sheathed his sword. "I told you. You're too weak."

"Impossible! Senior Jin lost in one move?!"

"H-He didn't even use any techniques!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Ron turned to face the crowd, his golden eyes glowing slightly.

"If this is the best the Black Moon Sect has to offer… then I'm disappointed."

His words sent shivers down the spines of every disciple present.

Even the elders watching from afar were stunned.

Just as the shock settled, a powerful aura descended upon the arena.

A middle-aged man in black robes appeared above the training grounds, his piercing gaze locked onto Ron.

And his eyes were filled with interest.

"Boy… what sword technique was that?"

Ron smirked slightly, tilting his head. "Just a casual swing."

"Casual?! That was a casual attack?!"

The Sect Leader's eyes gleamed. (This child... his talent is terrifying.)

But Ron simply yawned. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

He turned, walking away without sparing his opponent another glance.

The Sect Leader watched him go, his mind racing.

This boy was no ordinary disciple.

And the Black Moon Sect would never be the same again.

PROGRESS

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