In the void space, a group of shimmering lights suddenly flashed past, moving with the speed of thunder. In a single flash, they appeared at the far end of the darkness and then vanished. "Xiao Yan, based on our current pace, we should reach the area surrounding Donglong Island within another fifteen to twenty minutes," said Yao Ming, gazing far ahead and then turning to Xiao Yan beside him. "Agreed. Let's speed up a bit more." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the deep darkness. His fist in his sleeve gradually tightened. With a gentle sweep of his sleeve, his speed surged once again, and Yao Ming and the others had no choice but to hasten to match. "Wait a moment... I sense something familiar." This swift flight continued for several minutes. Then, Xiao Yan suddenly halted, his brows furrowed as he looked intently into the depth of the void space to the left. ... "Boom!" In the profound darkness, a sudden, powerful energy explosion resonated sharply. Immediately thereafter, a figure staggered back, spitting blood, and fell into the crowd, his face pale. His eyes blazing with fury, he scanned the surroundings. Now, hovering effortlessly in the air around him were a dozen figures, each radiating strong and enduring energy—clearly all possessing formidable strength. Particularly striking were the two elder leaders, whose seemingly ordinary aura subtly exuded an overwhelming pressure, revealing them to be at the pinnacle of the Semi-Emperor rank! Among this group, only these two appeared relatively unscathed, yet both now bore unusually somber expressions. They had been on patrol when, upon their return, they learned of the attack by the Three Dragon Islands on the Eastern Dragon Island. However, when they rushed back in haste, they encountered the forces of the Three Dragon Islands already sealing off the Eastern Dragon Island, which immediately triggered a fierce battle—resulting, naturally, in their decisive defeat. With two senior half-Saints on their side, the opposing forces easily routed them and pursued them all the way here, clearly determined to eliminate them completely. "Whether it's true or false, you yourselves should be clearer than I am. It seems that under the rule of the Three Dragon Kings, you have already forgotten our clan's traditions..." Zhú Lí said, his expression grave. Upon hearing this, the elder clad in armor furrowed his brows, his complexion slightly uneasy. The royal family of the Tàixū Ancient Dragon Clan held supreme authority over ordinary clan members, a power rooted in bloodline that made common members utterly unwilling to challenge the royals. Though both of them held respectable positions among the Three Dragon Islands, they well understood that the young Dragon Emperor of Dong Island indeed possessed exceptionally pure royal blood. Yet, having lived under the rule of the Three Dragon Kings for so many years, their perspectives had subtly shifted. While they dared not directly oppose the young emperor, they felt no hesitation when it came to others. "Qianxuan, don't waste time talking to this old fool—act quickly and deal with them. The resistance from Donglong Island has been unexpectedly fierce. We must get back there soon..." The elder in battle armor gestured impatiently, his voice sharp as he spoke. "Two old bunglers! They want to wipe out my Donglong Island. Your three dragon islands haven't the strength to do that. When the Dragon Emperor grows strong, you three will simply perish!" Black Qing thundered. "Hmph. Then you'll have to wait until you have the time," the red-faced elder chuckled, then his expression turned cold. With a single palm, he sent a powerful strike aimed directly at Black Qing, the force so intense it tore through the void itself, striking him with the speed of lightning. "Pfft!" "Currently, although Black Qing has already reached the pinnacle of the Eighth-Turned Battle Sovereign rank, how could he possibly compare to a senior half-Saint? Right now, his outer battle armor is cracking and collapsing, and a large gush of blood spurts out, knocking over several members of his clan behind him. "You're blind, aren't you? Daring to shout at me like this!" With a single palm strike, the red-faced elder sends Black Qing reeling, spitting blood, and coldly scoffs. "Damn fool!" Under the heavy blow, Black Qing's eyes instantly blaze crimson, and his body suddenly swells to twice its original size. "Eliminate them all—none shall remain!" Seeing this, the red-faced elder shakes his head with a cold smile and raises his hand, saying. "You dare?" Cuo Li bursts into rage, his battle energy surging wildly. A fist strikes out, and his vast battle energy coalesces into a colossal dragon stretching hundreds of zhang in length, charging fiercely toward the red-faced elder. "Roar!" Faced with Cuo Li's assault, the elder clad in armor instantly expanded in size, transforming within moments into a half-human, half-dragon combat form. With a resonant dragon roar, he launched himself like a projectile, delivering a single punch that shattered the energy dragon into nothingness. "Cuo Li, our strengths are comparable, and you are now injured. How can you hope to challenge me?" The elder, now half-dragon, propelled himself with a foot press into the void, appearing suddenly above Cuo Li. His massive dragon claws, slicing through the air with extreme ferocity, tore directly toward him. "Thud!" Faced with such a powerful attack, Elder Cuo Li gritted his teeth, donning a suit of armor adorned with dragon motifs, and then surged forward like an enraged dragon, colliding fiercely with the half-dragon elder. "Thud! Thud!" "Meanwhile, as the senior elder of the Candle Clan engaged in a fierce battle with the half-human, half-dragon elder, the red-faced elder calmly waved his sleeve. With each sweeping motion, one of the Eastern Dragon Island warriors would gasp, spew blood, and have their armor explode in fragments. Eventually, warriors from the three Dragon Islands surged forward and captured them all. 'I'm going to fight you to the end!' Seeing his kin being taken one by one, black Qi's eyes blazed with fury. He launched a series of powerful punches, sending two attackers who had closed in flying back, spitting blood. With a single foot press against the air, he launched himself like a lightning bolt toward the red-faced elder. 'A mere insect's strength, daring to boast before me?' The red-faced elder scoffed, shook his head, clenched his fist, and caused fine scales to rapidly emerge. Then, he drove his fist forward, producing a deep, resonant sonic boom that formed solid impacts, which collided powerfully with Black Qi's advancing strike. 'Boom!' With such a powerful blow, the red-faced elder's body slightly trembled and his feet retreated half a step. Yet in contrast, Black Qing's arm, previously tense with visible veins, burst forth with streams of blood—faint sounds of fractured bones could be heard. Then, the arm slowly drooped and fell, while his body was directly hurled backward a thousand paces before finally coming to rest. Suspended in the void, Black Qing was covered in blood, his entire strength dispersed by the elder's single punch. Had it not been for his exceptionally resilient physique, that punch would have shattered him completely. "Is this it...?" Black Qing's eyes grew increasingly blurred and unfocused. Now severely wounded, though deeply unwilling, he realized the vast gap between himself and his opponent. "Rest assured, after your death, I'll cast you into the Dragon's Tomb—that will be your resting place..." The space before Black Qing subtly rippled, and the red-faced elder reappeared. He glanced at Black Qing with a cold expression, then slowly knelt, placing his palm gently upon the latter's crown. In his slightly hazy eyes, a surge of cold light rippled. "Fire War, you dare to kill him? The Dragon Emperor will not forgive you!" She'd also have to survive the combined strength of the three Dragon Kings... Hearing this, the elder with the red face gave a scornful shake of his head, gazing down at Black Qing, whose muscles were trembling and who was striving once again to gather his strength to launch another attack. With a touch of pity, he remarked, "Such a resolute man—only unfortunate that he joined the wrong side." As he spoke, he grew slightly impatient, shaking his head, and then gradually tightened his grip on Black Qing's forehead. "This victory belongs to the Three Dragon Islands. But don't worry—there will be many people accompanying you. At the very least, you won't feel alone..." A crimson-faced elder smiled bitterly, his sharp hands easily pressing five blood holes into the black Qi Tian's cranial dome. Yet, as he prepared to crush the latter's head in one motion, he suddenly felt a cool hand silently resting upon his own temple. At the same time, a soft voice gently reached his ears, making his body stiffen like a statue. "Do you think it was faster for you to crush his head, or for me?" The black Qi Tian, who had been closing his eyes in anticipation of death, heard this voice—so calm, so devoid of urgency—and instantly opened his eyes, recognizing a familiar, slender figure. "Xiao... Xiao Yan?"