The pitch-black giant dragon began to reveal its majesty.
It was a power absolutely incomparable to the once mighty Kirin Insect species, for it was the very source of all draconic bloodlines— a progenitor that all other dragon-shaped beings subsequently sought to emulate.
No creature would bow before it; only another dragon could pass judgment on a dragon!
“This is fair! Its opponent is still just a dragonling?!”
By now, no one had the luxury to ponder the cause and effect anymore.
They couldn’t afford to be biased like the knights in the stands— their entire hearts were clenched tight because of the blonde boy.
Before the claws and fangs of the giant dragon, adults barely mattered, let alone a child!
“Dragons never show special treatment based on age,” Bai Wen spoke quickly, sharing information he had deliberately researched.
“They are the most arrogant and proud creatures in history; they do not require companions and possess a strong sense of territory. Their eyes see only strength. When two dragons meet, battle is inevitable. They do not ask why, only that the weaker is completely dominated!”
“There is no escaping this fight.”
As Bai Wen’s last word fell with a clang, everyone clenched their jaws. Lu Luda gripped Beiyuan’s back tighter, as if that alone could protect him.
But it was only an illusion. Facing the raging storm alone was Beiyuan—no one could help him.
Then, the blonde boy suddenly laughed softly and, at the very moment the black dragon’s long tail swung toward him, leapt into the air.
At times like this, a dragon’s massive and exaggerated body showed its drawback. Though capable of easily slaying any world-ending beast, it was vexed by a small, nimble flying insect.
Beiyuan swiftly darted through the black dragon’s body, moving through every opening and gap.
The audience below only saw the black dragon roar fiercely, its long tail and giant wings whipping up shockwaves that sent them stumbling backward.
Its dark silhouette was like a nightmare blotting out the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the arena was thrown into chaos. The knights’ hearts thundered in their chests.
“Not a single strike landed!” Lu Luda, who knew the least about Beiyuan, watched as the dust settled and the boy emerged unscathed. He immediately erupted in joy. “If this keeps up, maybe he can win!”
“To other enemies, attrition and distraction might be a strategy—but this is a dragon,” Bai Wen said without taking his eyes off the arena.
Lu Luda’s briefly relaxed expression stiffened. “You’re right.”
Against absolute power, fleeing only means slow death. One hit is all it takes to end it.
Yet, compared to Lu Luda, who knew Beiyuan’s identity and genuinely felt he was the weaker side, Bai Wen’s expression was both worried and strangely intrigued.
Bai Wen said, “I just hope he’s had enough to eat.”
Lu Luda blinked in confusion.
The tall Titan was about to ask, but Bai Wen suddenly clenched his fists, leaned forward, and his eyes sparkled with undeniable excitement.
Following Bai Wen’s gaze, Lu Luda saw Beiyuan’s agile movements suddenly shift. From behind, the boy drew his sword sheath, then flicked off a crystal shard.
Then, gathering his strength, Beiyuan leapt upward, soaring into the air.
The slender boy’s body basked in the radiant sunlight — light and ethereal — as he held the crystal shard in his hand.
“You’re reckless,” the black dragon’s eyes darkened with regret. “Your speed and agility are exceptional, and choosing a stealth approach would maximize that advantage. If you grow according to that potential, you might someday fight me on equal terms.”
“But right now, your youth is your greatest weakness. The gap in our strength and experience is insurmountable.”
Beiyuan froze midair for a moment— a necessary vulnerability.
The black dragon’s claws decisively seized that instant of weakness and lunged forward, eyes gleaming with the certainty of victory. “This battle is mine!”
Everyone’s hearts leapt to their throats. Was it really over?
But the anticipated victory never came.
Instead, a brilliant light suddenly burst from the boy’s body. That faint smile in his eyes vanished in an instant, swallowed by the overwhelming radiance.
The silhouette outlined by the light rapidly elongated, growing from the size of a grain of rice to a solar disk that could tower over the giant dragon!
“What!?” The black dragon spread its wings in an instant and retreated several meters, withdrawing from Beiyuan’s vicinity and dodging the attack within the blinding light.
“Quick reflexes,” a voice came from within the glowing orb— a voice of recognition.
But this voice was no longer the child’s. It was mature, profound, like a heavy hammer slowly but powerfully striking everyone’s hearts. Goosebumps unexpectedly rose, and breaths were drawn sharply.
Then, as the light completely dissipated, that sharp intake of breath turned into a collective gasp.
Countless eyes widened in shock as they beheld the golden dragon hovering midair.
It was a dragon of unparalleled beauty and brilliance— like the sunrise over snow-capped mountains, every ounce of strength shining through.
But this beauty was no fragility. It bore the awakening of the sun’s first cognition: you dare not approach, lest you be consumed by reverence or burned to ash!
“I’ve finally returned. This form… it’s enough to inspire awe, to moisten the eyes until tears seem ready to fall.”
“What? You knew all along?!” Lu Luda, still utterly clueless, shouted in disbelief.
The Titan yanked his hair, trembling behind Beiyuan, as if the weight of the boy suddenly grew heavier, stammering, “What terrifying plot twist is this? This is exactly what I thought from the start!”
“Seeing it up close, it’s exactly the same dragon silhouette that appeared over the Saen Clan Royal City that night,” a Zhuilongzu knight gasped, catching his breath. “The rumor that the Saan Clan Crown Prince is this boy’s biggest fan and secretly a devotee of the All Races World might actually be true.”
The others remained silent, showing no interest even in this hottest topic.
Now, everyone’s attention was solely fixed on the two giant dragons in the arena, with no room for other thoughts.
“Looks like my only weakness has been removed,” Beiyuan, now transformed into a dragon form, flicked his tail with ease in midair.
The black dragon said nothing, only narrowing its eyes and breaking its usual solemn expression with a sudden chuckle.
Then, in the next instant, it shot forward like an arrow at Beiyuan!
The black dragon was no longer in the commanding position it had held before.
The surge of wild battle intent radiating from Beiyuan was unlike anything ever seen before — like a heat-charged lightning bolt rising rapidly, then erupting like a volcano.
This was an extraordinary battle. Beiyuan faced his strongest opponent to date— one who, despite his age, understood how to be a dragon better than he did.
The crowd quickly fell into rhythm with the fight within seconds.
The normally devastating giant dragon breath attacks were now exchanged like rapid basic strikes, one per second.
The arena was easily leveled with each sweep. Knights on the southern stands were forced to retreat to the other side as the original stands crumbled under the black dragon’s careless swipe.
Lu Luda and Bai Wen could only watch two clashing colors—black and gold—tracking their fight as they surged from the ground into the sky and back down again.
Each collision between the two titanic dragons sent shockwaves through the arena. The chaotic winds carried forces unidentifiable to the eye, powerfully sweeping away dust in the sky.
The dust at times obscured their vision, forcing them to rely on the sound of sonic booms to judge the general direction of the battle.
After a while, the black dragon suddenly reared its head and let out a powerful roar. The burst of Spirit Power formed a deep, dark domain that enveloped Beiyuan like an abyss.
“It’s the Trial of the Abyss!” Bai Wen snapped out of his stunned silence, shocked. “This is a king-level dragon!”
“What? Dragons are classified by rank?”
“Of course. You wouldn’t think all giant dragons look the same, would you? Do you think there are two identical dragons anywhere in sight?”
Since Beiyuan arrived in Yunshang Nation, Bai Wen had voraciously devoured ancient texts on dragon civilization, surpassing many specialists in knowledge.
“Dragons are divided into categories based on their abilities and ultimate moves. The king-level is the strongest, referring to dragons with the potential to compete for the Dragon King’s Throne!”
“The throne is always contested by strength. Only the strongest can command the loyalty of other dragons, who then nest around the throne, defending their king.”
“This black dragon belongs to the ‘Dark Skynight Dragon’ class — a rare king-level dragon! Trial of the Abyss is its signature move. When dragons compete for the throne, it’s absolutely the most powerful contender!”
Before anyone could blink, the Trial of the Abyss domain was fully formed, and the black dragon unleashed it directly at Beiyuan.
Even from outside the deep domain’s shadow, everyone was overwhelmed by the pressure, feeling their skin crawl in terror.
One Zhuilongzu knight trembled and whispered, “I think the real Dragon King’s Selection must be even more earth-shattering than this!”
Lu Luda responded with a stunning remark: “Have you ever considered the possibility that this is the Dragon King’s Selection?”
The crowd fell silent, stunned.
After a long moment, Beiyuan broke free from the Trial of the Abyss. When the knights in the stands voiced their disbelief, they all shouted a single word in unison—
“…Damn!”
They were witnessing the very pinnacle of dragon society: the Dragon King’s Succession! This was beyond thrilling!
On the other side, the black dragon seemed unable to believe its own failure. “You can’t be… How did you do it?!”
Beiyuan, not out of effort, flicked his tail and replied, “Probably because my Spirit Power is decent enough.”
The black dragon: “Decent? Do you know that the Trial of the Abyss has never been defeated by any dragon? It’s the reason I reached the closest to the throne in the Dragon King’s Selection. If you appear today, you would logically be the new Dragon King… and you call that decent?!”
But Beiyuan had no idea of these details. He just showed a hungry, eager expression, recalling the experience of the Trial of the Abyss.
That expression gave the black dragon an unspoken expectation.
The next moment, Beiyuan’s aura shifted suddenly. Then, a Spirit Domain, so familiar it could not be mistaken, expanded from his wings.
“Impossible…” was no doubt the nth time the black dragon uttered these words today.
“How do you possess the ultimate move of the Dark Skynight Dragon?!”
“Can I? I just gave it a try.” Beiyuan once created a Spirit Domain for Amae before, though it was an icy, snowy world without offensive power.
Seeing the black dragon’s move now, he thought its power was impressive.
Beiyuan: Your ultimate move is fine, the next second it’s mine.
Born alone and having learned dragon knowledge by himself, Beiyuan clearly understood the collapse of the black dragon’s worldview.
It was like a parrot hearing a dove speak human language— something a dove should never be able to do!
This was all thanks to the All Races World that created Beiyuan— the last dragon. He was granted infinite possibilities, combining almost every advantage of dragons here.
Beiyuan’s own upper limit of Spirit Power gave him the ability to bring this advantage to its peak.
Beiyuan’s gaze then shifted upward, toward the clouds he had once flown through, and he smiled joyfully.
“You will…!” the black dragon suddenly realized something, pupils narrowing sharply.
“I will.”
Beiyuan spread his wings and shot upward, leaving the stunned and shaken black dragon behind as he soared higher into the sky.
“What is he going to do?” Lu Luda asked, confused.
Soon, they all found out.
The projection followed Beiyuan’s ascent, moving upward with him.
Through layers of clouds and storms, reaching unimaginable heights, they were able to see together what lay beyond the sky.
—Dragons!
All dragons!
Their forms were so colossal that even the projection could not contain them all. No one could guess how many dragons filled the skies.
Almost every dragon bore a unique appearance; none shared the same scale colors.
Some were wreathed in flames, others covered in ice and snow, some crackled with faint violet lightning, and others shrouded in indistinct gray mist…
There were double-headed, single-horned, four-winged, diamond-tailed, robust, and stout, triceratops-like dragons…
—Undoubtedly, this was the Dragon Realm! The overwhelming civilization of the giant dragons pressed down on everyone, stealing their breath.
As Beiyuan burst into their midst, these massive beings— their gaze unbearable to any other life, unshakable and terrifying— focused entirely on the golden figure that had suddenly intruded.
Bai Wen, stunned into speechlessness, couldn’t help but recall the names and skills of these dragon species.
One by one, skill by skill.
Each time he matched the sparse text and cold descriptions on paper with the living dragons before him, his lips trembled, appearing almost mad.
Lu Luda cautiously stepped back, staring at Beiyuan flying among the dragons. He sighed sincerely, “As expected, he’s still the most dazzling, the most beautiful!”
That radiance at times eclipsed even the shock brought by the dragons themselves, causing Lu Luda to faint from overwhelming emotion.
The nearest dragon to Beiyuan was an ice-blue one. It lifted its head, sharp and clear-eyed, and the transparent barrier surrounding it cracked sharply.
Every dragon here was shielded by its own spherical barrier, which concealed its aura to the greatest extent while blocking out others’ auras.
Dragons absolutely could not tolerate intrusions into their territory — even from their own kind. Two dragons clashing was like a cosmic explosion, rivaling a meteor strike.
But today was special. Choosing a new king was no small matter. Attendance was mandatory.
Forced to disperse, these barriers were their only means of separating each other, suppressing aggression and possessiveness within these confined spaces.
But Beiyuan neither knew nor cared.
He was here for the ultimate moves of these dragons — what a perfect opportunity. This was something impossible to have during normal times.
But it was clear the proud dragons would never stoop to being teachers. If Beiyuan wanted anything, he had to seize it himself!
Then—
“Roar!”
The golden dragon spread its wings and let out a long cry. Under the gaze of countless dragons, it unleashed its entire aura.
This action was brazen, reckless, and lawless to the extreme! It tore through the entire dragon nest!
Instantly, the skies echoed with the sound of cracking and splitting — chilling noises that sent shivers down spines.
The once unbreakable barriers surrounding the dragons suddenly showed cracks, which rapidly spread into a dense web.
Then, beginning with the first loud “bang” signaling a barrier’s collapse, a series of explosions thundered across the skies.
The shattering cascaded like a domino effect, completely shattering the dragons’ feigned calm!
“Admit it,” the young golden dragon taunted with a smile, addressing the most formidable monsters in existence. “You no longer wish to endure.”
The response was countless roars and breath attacks erupting simultaneously!
The black dragon on the ground heaved heavily, watching this absurd, unbelievable development. It looked up at Beiyuan’s back and exhaled deeply, “Madman…”
Yet, the honest spreading of wings and flight toward the heavens plainly showed that this boy… no, this man, had already infected it.
The black dragon’s flight after the golden dragon’s figure gave some in the stands the illusion that it had become that golden streak’s follower — the most devoted disciple!
“Come then.”
For some unknown reason, this had become the Dragon King’s Selection battle, and the crowd seemed to hear a whisper in their ears, stirring their hearts—
—Let us all join this unprecedented, frenzied feast!
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