Chapter 80: Xiao Yan's Final Trump Card

The battle between the two was utterly beyond everyone’s imagination.

Just as many had expected, the fight had only just begun.

The collision of five legendary flames at once unleashed a power that no ordinary person could withstand. Even a peak Douzong expert, if touched by one of these five exotic fires, might perish in an instant.

“How are they? Don’t tell me both were burned to death by the flames?” At that moment, the two combatants were shrouded in fire, their figures obscured. The terrifying heat radiated outwards, and many wondered if Lin An and Xiao Yan would simply destroy each other.

If five uncontrolled flames were to rampage simultaneously, even the Cloud Mist Sect could vanish in an instant. The thought alone made many break out in cold sweat, regretting their decision to watch this battle—it might have been better not to get involved at all.

Fortunately, what they feared did not come to pass.

Soon, the figures of the two gradually emerged. Both still looked composed, seemingly unaffected, and as the flames dissipated around them, they reappeared before everyone’s eyes.

“If we keep fighting like this, probing each other, it’s far too dull—don’t you think?” Lin An remarked.

“Indeed, there’s little point. Knowing neither of us can defeat the other, these techniques are probably not even draining our strength,” Xiao Yan replied. If it were anyone else, after exchanging such powerful moves, exhaustion would surely have set in. Yet now, neither Xiao Yan nor Lin An seemed affected at all.

The spectators were left speechless.

They had watched, hearts racing, for so long—only to be told that all that uproar was nothing but child’s play for these two?

Buzzing sounds filled the air.

Strange patterns began to appear on Xiao Yan’s body, their colors matching the three flames he had just used. Three distinct markings emerged simultaneously. A formidable aura radiated outwards, space rippling; the mere pressure released by Xiao Yan caused the world to tremble.

Lin An’s expression finally grew serious.

The King of the Underworld descends!

Black markings appeared on Lin An as well, and his aura surged exponentially, leaving everyone stunned.

And then, a roar that seemed to echo from the ancient wilds erupted from Lin An, its sound waves shaking the ground. Under everyone’s gaze, a lifelike phantom of a dragon-elephant strode across the sky.

Space cracked beneath its mighty step.

Many felt the urge to curse aloud.

Was this really a battle between a one-star Dou Wang and a nine-star Dou Ling? Even a clash between Dou Huang experts wouldn’t cause such commotion!

Most frightening of all, their fighting spirit seemed endless; after all this time, neither was fazed.

Behind Xiao Yan, fiery crimson wings unfurled. He leapt, soaring into the air, his expression grave.

At this point in the battle, holding back would be fatal; a single misstep could mean death at the other’s hands.

He refused to die a meaningless death before revealing his true trump card.

“Come! Let’s decide victory and defeat!” Xiao Yan roared, his figure turning into a streak of light as he charged toward Lin An.

Lin An, enveloped in the dragon-elephant’s shadow, moved as if he himself were the mythical beast. He punched, the blow thunderous, meeting Xiao Yan head-on.

Boom!

Blow after blow, the deafening sounds echoed. Every punch held enough force to shatter a mountain into dust, energy waves rippling out from their clash.

Even with defensive wards absorbing much of the impact, many still suffered. Some Cloud Mist Sect disciples with weaker cultivation spat blood and collapsed, fainting on the spot.

It was unimaginable how the combatants at the heart of this battle could withstand such terrifying power.

With every punch, Xiao Yan felt a surge of energy entering his body through his palms, shaking his spirit. Lin An, by contrast, appeared almost unaffected.

“No… If this continues, I’m certain to lose. Rather than dragging it out, I’ll gamble everything now. I believe this must be Lin An’s final trump card!”

Xiao Yan quickly pondered his next move.

No matter how he looked at it, if the battle went on like this, defeat would soon be inevitable.

And for the loser… there was only one fate: death.

With that realization, Xiao Yan decided to risk it all and unleash his ultimate move.

Life or death, victory or defeat, would be decided in this moment.

“True Dragon Secret Art—Dragon God Transformation!”

A dragon’s roar echoed across the heavens. Many who heard it furrowed their brows; even Dou Huang experts felt as though an immense mountain pressed upon their chests, making it hard to breathe.

As for those with weaker cultivation, many were directly overwhelmed into unconsciousness by the sheer force of the aura.

Every magical beast within the Cloud Mist Sect prostrated itself, trembling in fear, as if welcoming their king. Even the imperial guardian beasts of the Jia Ma Empire felt the suppression in their blood.

The only one less troubled was the Amethyst Winged Lion King, granted a powerful bloodline by Lin An and having reached the peak of the sixth rank. For him, the pressure was minimal.

Yet even so, he watched Lin An and Xiao Yan in the heavens with grave concern.

Perhaps, the outcome would be decided in this move.

Xiao Yan’s technique was so formidable that even he sensed danger; whether Lin An could withstand it remained unknown.

If Lin An were to fall to Xiao Yan, for the Cloud Mist Sect, it would be nothing short of the apocalypse.

Such a powerful Xiao Yan—if anyone believed he hadn’t planned his escape route, not a soul present would agree.

In the blink of an eye, a massive azure five-clawed dragon appeared in the sky, its presence rivaling the dragon-elephant shadow behind Lin An. Instantly, the winds shifted, clouds churned, and the azure dragon strode across the heavens.

The world changed; as if the dragon were the master of the skies, all creation bowed in submission.