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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

Ron stood in the training grounds of the Black Moon Sect, surrounded by disciples eager for battle. The announcement of the Empire's Grand Competition had ignited a fire within the sect. Now, the selection battles would decide who was strong enough to represent them.

"Listen well!" Elder Mu's voice boomed. "Only the top five disciples will qualify for the competition. Strength alone is not enough—you must prove your combat skills and resilience!"

"There are over a hundred inner disciples! The battles will be intense!"

"Liu Tian is sure to qualify. But what about Ron…?"

Liu Tian, now standing beside Ron, chuckled. "Looks like we'll have to fight again, brother."

Ron smirked. "If you last long enough to reach me."

The other disciples felt a chill. Ron's confidence was absolute.

Elder Mu raised his hand. "Let the selection battles begin!"

Ron stepped onto the stage, facing his first opponent: Zhou Fang, a 6th Qi Refining Realm disciple wielding twin sabers.

Zhou sneered. "Ron, you got lucky against Liu Tian, but I won't be so easy to defeat!"

Ron remained still, his hands relaxed. "You talk too much."

With a roar, Zhou Fang charged forward, his sabers flashing with Sword Qi. His attacks were fast, his blades leaving silver arcs in the air.

Ron dodged effortlessly, his body weaving between the strikes. He hadn't even drawn his sword.

Zhou's frustration grew. "Fight back, coward!"

In an instant, he disappeared—no, he moved so fast that Zhou couldn't react.

A single flash of Ron's sword—and Zhou's sabers shattered.

A gust of wind followed. Zhou staggered, blood dripping from a thin cut across his chest.

Ron sheathed his sword. "You're too slow."

BOOM! Zhou crashed outside the stage, unconscious.

"He defeated Zhou Fang… in one move?!"

"He didn't even use his full power!"

Ron stepped off the stage, his face calm.

• Cultivation: Qi Refining stage 4

• Swordmanship: Sword user Peak

• Heaven crushing slash

The Sect’s Elite Disciples