1617: C1617 The Fall of the Ancient Dragon Clan

C1617 The Fall of the Ancient Dragon Clan

Zhong Ming didn't know what time it was, he only felt that time was long, he hasn't seen anything new for a long time. Of course, it could also be that he had gotten used to Xuan Hao's lifestyle. If one were to talk about new things, Xuan Hao had grown up every day. Now, he had already grown into a handsome boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

There was nothing out of the ordinary that day. Xuan Hao got out of bed as usual, opened his blood-red dragon eyes, and leisurely went to cultivate. When class started, Teacher Long did not come. Instead, a young man with golden eyes and golden hair slowly strolled in. It was the golden dragon from before, the first dragon Zhong Ming had met.

Xuan Hao doubtfully asked, "Elder, why are you here?"

His eyes were gentle and peaceful, and his old voice transmitted out: "Little Xuan Hao, tomorrow is the Dragon Clan's once in a decade selection test. After this, there will be a ceremony, you know?"

Right now, he only wanted to unscrupulously sleep and cherish this hard-earned rest time. However, the words of the elder made him suddenly quiver: "Is this the young dragon's adulthood test? So fast? Then shouldn't the ceremony be brought forward so many years ago? " Xuan Hao suddenly tensed up, and then a question arose.

This ceremony was a ceremony that should have been initiated by the Dragon Clan Master and personally presided over by the Dragon Clan Prince after Xuan Hao had reached adulthood. This was to stabilize the Dragon Clan and motivate the Dragon Clan disciples to work even harder. But at the same time, the ceremony was also fraught with danger. All the chaos in the dragon race erupted at this moment, and this ceremony had already become a time for those with wild ambitions to take action.

Although Xuan Hao had practiced magic very well and his body refining technique had never slacked, so it could be said that he was worthy of the title of number one amongst the young dragons. Even the adult dragons were often unable to defeat him, but in the end, no matter how strong the young dragons were, they were still unable to make up for the lack of combat experience. Xuan Hao was well aware that even though he was outstanding, he would absolutely not be able to control this ceremony.

The elder put away his gentle smile and turned serious. He said, "Prince, your excellence and hard work are well-known to all of us dragons, and we are all proud of you. Although you have not reached the peak of your growth, the situation is still dire. We can only hold this ceremony in advance because the dragon race needs your help! "

Xuan Hao felt very uneasy. He sat upright, his eyes shining as he looked at the Elder.

He said, "Prince, no matter what, I will protect you. After the exam is over, you will be safe and sound, and I will tell you, okay?"

Xuan Hao knew that he wouldn't tell him anything now. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to the ground, and nodded. "Mmm."

After the elder left, Xuan Hao sank into deep thought. Zhong Ming didn't know what he was thinking, he only knew that he was about to uncover the secrets of the Ancient Dragon Clan.

Xuan Hao mused for a long time before standing up and crazily cultivating. The next day, Xuan Hao was crowned as the champion of the Coming of Age Ceremony. That afternoon, Zhong Ming found out about the situation of the Dragon race from the elder.

The current Dragon Tribe was no longer as glorious as they were before. They were no longer divided internally. Although a large majority of the dragon clan had sworn loyalty to the dragon king, but there was still a portion of the dragon clan that cultivated demonic arts and formed their own faction. Since ancient times, the Dragon Clan and the Evil Dragon Sect were irreconcilable. The Dragon King's party had always tried to suppress the evil sect, but today, the Evil Dragon Sect had grown stronger without them knowing. The Dragon King was also severely ill, so the Dragon King's party's morale was currently low. Furthermore, the dragon race protected the borders of the God Realm in the first place. All the adults of the dragon race had to go to the battlefield to fight against the Demon Clan from the other realms. Right now, the dragon race was trapped internally and externally, with the Evil Dragon's Demon Clan inside and outside. The Dragon King was currently powerless, and Xuan Hao currently had a very heavy burden on him. He had to choose, if he didn't completely drive the external Demon Clan back to the external realms, he wouldn't be able to invade the God Realm in a short period of time, and if he didn't, he would completely suppress the Evil Dragon's party on behalf of the Dragon King.

After the conversation between Xuan Hao and the elder, Xuan Hao immediately met with Dragon King to discuss strategy with his father.

There was no lack of training in strategy in Xuan Hao's lessons. He could now assume the role of a high-ranking officer. Xuan Hao chose to fight against the Demon Clan of the foreign lands.

However, in the end, things were different. Before Xuan Hao and his father's plan could be carried out, something went wrong with the ceremony. Evil Dragon Sect was extremely daring, on the day of the sacrificial ceremony, Evil Dragon Sect activated a forbidden dragon technique, trying to slaughter all the citizens present to the point of depriving them of their spirit cores to sacrifice to the ancient devil dragon. Xuan Hao used the Holocaust Array to completely strangle the evil dragons that were maintaining the Dragon race's forbidden technique. However, the forbidden technique had already been activated, so all of the citizens could only be sacrificed in front of Xuan Hao's eyes.

Although the dragon clan valued this ceremony, most of the elders had already entered the battlefield. This time, the Evil Dragon Sect had already planned ahead of time to restrain the remaining elders, only Xuan Hao was left to fight the Evil Dragon alone.

Zhong Ming looked helplessly at Xuan Hao as the blood color in his eyes gradually deepened.

Xuan Hao trembled as he clenched his hands into fists. As he looked at the people struggling in the forbidden art, Xuan Hao couldn't help but cry.

Xuan Hao!

Zhong Ming shouted loudly in fear. However, it was only a strand of Spiritual Sense, so no one could hear it, nor could Xuan Hao.

Zhong Ming watched as Xuan Hao's hand turned into a dragon claw and his body gradually transformed, revealing the true body of the huge dragon with golden bloody eyes.

He let out a desperate roar and flew into the forbidden technique. His dragon scales gradually fell off and his flesh and blood gradually melted, leaving only bones behind. The flesh and blood merged with the dragon scales, turning into a large area of golden light that flew into the forbidden spell in the sky. The moment the Bone Dragon absorbed the Divine Dragon Bloodline, it swung its tail and swept away all of the Dragon People inside the forbidden technique. The moment the forbidden technique absorbed all of the flesh and blood in the sky, the Bone Dragon exploded out its divine core and shot out toward the demonic dragon image in the sky.

"Prince!"

"Young Master!" "I can't!"

"The Prince doesn't want to!" The commoners began to shout one after another. Outside of the forbidden technique and under the altar, they began to cry until they couldn't stop. They all shouted out, "Prince, don't!"

Within the Dragon Domain, all of the Dragon Tribes looked up at the sky. The golden-haired Elder, who had transformed into a giant golden dragon, widened his eyes. He suddenly turned around. His eyes were bloodshot as he let out a heaven-shaking roar and began to fight his opponent at close quarters without caring for his life.

In the main hall of the dragon clan, the sick Dragon King rushed out and watched as his son cut himself off and hollowed out the God Core to stop the Dragon clan's forbidden technique. His eyes were bloodshot, clenching his teeth tightly, his hands into fists, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, "I want you all to repay the debt of blood with blood, pay my son back, pay my son back —" The Dragon King roared towards the sky, attempting to fly to save his son, but he could not move at this moment.

Xuan Hao flew up and turned into a Bone Dragon. He blew up the Demon Dragon Forbidden Technique, which occupied the entire sky above the Dragon Domain, and his body of white bones rapidly descended from the sky.

The huge dragons on the battlefield roared one after another, their wails resounding through the Dragon Domain. All the huge dragons were crazily fighting their enemies with all their might, their eyes turning red. They watched helplessly as Young Master's flesh and blood was devoured by the forbidden martial arts. It was these dogs that caused them to be unable to support Young Master, and they were the ones that made their hopes of the Dragon clan disappear right in front of their eyes. They deserved to die!2

The citizens under the altar cried as they saw Young Master's bones fall. They all turned into giant dragons and flew up into the sky. Hundreds of giant dragons formed a net to catch Young Master's bones that had saved them. These huge dragons slowly flew to the ground, and eventually, all of them kneeled down on the ground, kowtowing to the ground and began to sing the sad song of the dragon race sending off their departed souls.

Zhong Ming could feel the sorrow of the Dragon Clan. However, the Spiritual Sense could not shed tears, nor could it interfere with what had happened in the past. Zhong Ming could only read Xuan Hao's story from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Zhong Ming's Spiritual Sense had already escaped. It was as if it was controlled by this world, being able to see anything that happened to the dragon race in this world. It was completely not restricted by the vision, but it could also not move freely. Zhong Ming thought about it. His Spiritual Sense did not disappear, and since he also saw Xuan Hao later on, that means Xuan Hao shouldn't be dead. However, with Xuan Hao's current strength, Zhong Ming had no way to revive him. Zhong Ming had a stomach full of doubts, mixed with the sadness he experienced, there were different feelings in his heart.

All of the descendants, elders, and masters of the dragon race returned to the dragon region and activated the defensive barrier of the dragon region. Thousands and thousands of giant dragons recited the dragon chant to send off the dragon race, burying Xuan Hao's bones in the dragon's necropolis.

The Dragon King lost his beloved son, and ignored the fact that his body had cast a forbidden spell that could overdraw his life to become stronger, after that he split the Dragon Clan into two sides, one path to resist the Demon Clan, the other was to completely destroy the Evil Dragon Sect.

The Dragon King had left most of the huge dragons in the Dragon Domain, and only less than half of the huge dragons were left to protect the borders of the God Realm to fight against the Demon Clan outside this region. Zhong Ming thought that with the Dragon King's power, the Evil Dragon Sect would be exterminated very quickly, but Zhong Ming was wrong. These Evil Dragons colluded with the Demon Clan of the foreign lands, and the Dragon King led the other huge dragons to fight the Evil Dragon Sect to the point where both sides were injured.

In the area where the dragon race was fighting against the foreign Demon Clan, although the dragon race was not continuously defeated, all the huge dragons were desperately guarding the pass. Although the huge dragons led by the Dragon King had all destroyed the Evil Dragon, only a few were still alive, and the Dragon King himself was also severely injured.

Deep within the dragon tomb were ancient giant dragons and ancient divine dragons. Every one of these dragons fought valiantly and bravely. Xuan Hao was buried underground, nourished by the Ancient Dragon Clan's blood energy. His divine core began to gradually recover. However, it was no longer gold, but black and gold instead.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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