Chapter 1169: Golden Dragon, Prison-Slaying Execution!

TL: GoldenLung

Xu Yanmo felt almost dazed. Just what kind of opponent was he facing? The next instant, he saw that figure on the ground, which had lost the ability to fly, slowly levitate upward. Those eyes, filled with madness, fixed on him. As the flames burned across her body, Lan's flight grew faster and faster, like a moth darting toward the flame, charging straight at him. In that moment, Xu Yanmo's own heart seemed ignited as well; all reason vanished completely. If you want to die, then die! Xu Yanmo was certainly among the calmer dragons, but no matter how composed he was, under such an atmosphere, the flames within him were kindled. Though he could not hear the cheers and shouts from outside, he could sense that everyone's attention was not on him, the victor. Pride burned in his blood, and he no longer cared about the Dragon God Shock's power rapidly invading his body. Once more, he blazed with brilliant golden light.

Two of his wings were already broken, but he still had four, and could still fly. Bearing that dazzling, radiant golden glow, he descended ferociously, with a piercing dragon's roar and unwavering dominance, meeting the golden figure charging fearlessly toward him.

On the dragon force pillar, the Mokong Dragon Knight Luo Lan had risen to his feet. He could accept Lan losing this match—and not just him, but the other three Dragon Knights as well. They could all see that in today's battle, Lan's performance had ignited the passion of every young dragon present. As long as "she" grew further, "she" would become a spiritual leader for the dragon race in the future! This was the true heir the dragon race needed, even a successor. Such a talent was incredibly rare! The Dragon Knights were already preparing to intervene, to end this match that Lan was fighting to the death.

But just then, the expressions of the four Dragon Knights first froze, then turned strange. The Heaven-Defying Dragon Knight Long Chaoyang, who had been seated steadily on his dragon force pillar, abruptly stood, his eyes filled with disbelief, staring at the third combat zone. In the next instant after his shock, Luo Lan flashed forward and blocked Long Chaoyang's path.

"Pff—" Inside the third combat zone, the two brilliant figures collided once more, yet there was no earth-shattering roar this time. One of the figures suddenly shattered like a bubble—yes, shattered—dissolving into faint ripples and dispersing in midair.

Xu Yanmo's all-out attack landed in empty air. The immense light-element energy turned into a massive shockwave that blasted far away, slamming directly into the protective barrier. Having put his full force into a strike that hit nothing, Xu Yanmo, who had braced for impact, coughed up blood. The feeling of exerting power on emptiness deflated him like a punctured balloon, plunging him into a state of utter vacancy.

And in that moment, a cold female voice sounded by his ear.

"Golden Dragon, Prison—Slaying—Execution—"

Blinding golden light burst forth; countless golden afterimages rained madly down upon the defenseless Xu Yanmo. The figure, having long reverted to human form, blazed with golden flames, erupting with dazzling brilliance. The lofty Xu Yanmo was driven straight down from the sky, smashed violently onto the ground, his remaining four wings snapping off simultaneously as countless golden sparks flared. The entire Rising Dragon Platform fell instantly silent; every gaze was fixed upon that solitary figure.

Yes, at this moment, only one figure still stood in the third combat zone. Though "she" was bent over, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, though the life's flames upon her body were gradually fading, "she" still stood—and was the only one left standing on the battlefield. Beneath "her" feet, the once-mighty opponent lay pinned, completely unconscious. Yet "she" had not dealt a killing blow, had not destroyed him when she had the chance.

"Announce the result!" Bai Xiuxiu screamed as she rushed toward the third combat zone. Only then did the referee snap out of it and declare loudly: "Lan, wins!"

Yes, he won. Lan Xuanyu had won. Under conditions where victory seemed nearly impossible, he had claimed the match. Every ounce of his endurance had been for that final strike.

From the very first clash, he had known that the gap between his cultivation and Xu Yanmo's, who was approaching the Limit Douluo level, was as vast as a chasm. So he had been laying the groundwork all along, at the cost of suffering severe injuries, waiting for the final opportunity. He had used the Dragon God Shock without regard for cost, repelling his opponent's attacks again and again, taking blow after blow—all of it real. Though he could not wield the Silver Dragon King's power, that portion of his strength had been converted through the bloodline vortex to replenish the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. The one thing Xu Yanmo did not know was that, in terms of endurance, Lan Xuanyu was tougher than he imagined. Even at the very end, Lan Xuanyu had not been so gravely wounded that he could not rise.

He had even calculated his opponent's mindset. With that final bloodline combustion, Lan Xuanyu was confident that at that moment, no opponent, no matter who, could have imagined he still had a feint left in him. And that was exactly when he made his move. The Treasure Seeking Beast had acted at the last moment, conjuring for him the illusion of the enormous golden dragon and that tragic scene. In truth, Lan Xuanyu himself had already reverted to human form, hidden in a corner, waiting for Xu Yanmo to vent all his attacks on the phantom before delivering the fatal blow.

Golden-patterned Lan Silver Grass, sixth soul skill, Golden Dragon Prison-Slaying Execution! This was a soul skill inherited from the Golden Dragon King, a powerful technique passed down from Golden Dragon Moonlight Song Tang Wulin. In the final moment of battle, it dealt the decisive strike to his opponent. Had Lan Xuanyu not pulled back at the last instant, he could have slain Xu Yanmo outright. But he knew he could not do that.

With the Heaven-Defying Dragon Knight present, if he truly killed Xu Yanmo, he likely would not leave this Rising Dragon Platform himself. Besides, he was not that brutal.

He had won. In the end, he had won. For the first time in history, he had defeated an opponent at the Super Douluo level—and a Holy Light Celestial Dragon at that, clad in divine dragon armor and possessing the robust physique of the dragon race. The sheer exhilaration of that moment made his own blood surge with vitality.

As the referee announced the outcome, Lan Xuanyu could no longer control his body. He collapsed onto the ground, falling beside Xu Yanmo. In that instant, his consciousness grew hazy. He could only sense a familiar voice calling out to him; everything seemed to blur, yet unbeknownst to him, a faint smile crept across his face.

No one noticed that the blood on the ground was quietly diminishing, seeping into the cracked gaps atop the Rising Dragon Platform and vanishing.

By now, all four Dragon Knights were standing atop their dragon force pillars. Though they had not personally approached the arena, with their supreme cultivation, they could clearly sense that both young dragon prodigies were only seriously injured—both still alive.

Luo Lan had already stepped aside and turned to look at Long Chaoyang. Long Chaoyang was gazing back at him. The next moment, Long Chaoyang suddenly smiled, extended his hand toward Luo Lan, gave a thumbs-up, then clapped his hands together and began to applaud. Luo Lan laughed heartily and clapped as well.

"Clap, clap, clap—" Applause rang out from the four towering dragon force pillars above, then spread downward to the dragon elders, and finally, the entire arena erupted in thunderous applause, cheers and whistles rising in waves.

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