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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

The battlefield buzzed with excitement as Ron stood tall, his golden eyes shining with an otherworldly light. His earlier victory had left the audience stunned, but he knew that stronger opponents still remained. He had only unlocked two dragon scales so far, and even with his swordsmanship, he was still at a disadvantage against Nascent Soul cultivators.

Ron clenched his fists, feeling the surging energy within him. His body had already begun absorbing the spiritual qi rewards given by the sect elders, but he needed time to fully refine it.

Just then, another powerful opponent stepped forward. A Peak Foundation Realm genius from a rival sect smirked at him.

"You may have defeated a few weaklings, but against me, you stand no chance," the disciple sneered.

Ron tilted his head, his usual cool expression unwavering. "You're still too weak," he said casually, drawing his sword.

The audience gasped. His words were arrogant, but after witnessing his previous battle, no one dared to laugh at him anymore.

The battle began with a blur of motion. The Peak Foundation Realm disciple attacked first, his sword slashing forward with powerful Sword Qi. The ground beneath him cracked under the force of his strike.

Ron calmly sidestepped, his movements as light as a feather, avoiding the attack with ease. He lifted his sword and unleashed a precise counterattack—a flash of golden energy shot toward his opponent.

Their swords clashed, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. But unlike before, Ron felt something stir within him—a deeper understanding of the sword.

Suddenly, the third dragon scale lit up!

A powerful aura exploded from his body, and for a brief moment, the audience saw phantom dragon scales shimmering across his arms.

Ron felt his body transform subtly, his swordsmanship taking on a more profound depth. Without hesitation, he took a step forward and unleashed his attack.

A golden arc of sword energy ripped through the air, colliding with his opponent's defense. The Peak Foundation Realm cultivator's sword shattered, and he was sent flying out of the arena, coughing up blood.

Then, an uproar shook the tournament grounds.

"The Black Moon Sect has such a monster?!"

The sect elders' eyes widened in shock. Ron had stepped into the realm of Sword Will, something that even Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to achieve.

Up in the VIP stands, the princess's gaze lingered on Ron, her beautiful eyes gleaming with intrigue.

The sect master of the Black Moon Sect grinned. "Elders, prepare the spiritual rewards."

Ron stepped off the stage, his expression calm as ever. But deep inside, he smirked.

The true show had only just begun.

• Cultivation: Qi Refining stage 5

• Swordmanship: Sword user Peak

• Heaven crushing slash

• Phantom Moon Slash

The Power That Shakes the Tournament