Drops of blood roared through the void, finally colliding heavily with Xiao Yan under the gaze of countless onlookers—instants later, everyone's hearts leapt into their throats. "None shall stand in the way of my progress!" The northern Dragon King's crimson eyes locked firmly on the point of impact, his voice booming with laughter. Yet before his laughter fully settled, it abruptly cut off, as if his throat had been crushed like that of a duck. "Shhh...shhh..." Amid the northern Dragon King's expression of sheer disbelief, Xiao Yan remained calm. Waves of soft, tangible rose-colored flame radiated outward from his palms, with the blood droplet—emitting an endless scent of blood—centered at the heart of each wave. Yet under the purifying power of the Jingle Lotus妖fire, the blood essence on the droplet was rapidly fading away. "How is this possible? What kind of extraordinary flame is this?" "Staring at the blood droplets slowly rotating within Xiao Yan's palm, yet not yet exploding, the Northern Dragon King roared. The connection between him and Xiao Yan had been severed the moment the blood droplets entered Xiao Yan's hands. 'Pure Lotus Demon Fire, purifying all things—even souls can be purified...' Xiao Yan slowly raised his palm, glowing pink and translucent, and the pink flames surged forth, wrapping around the blood droplets, swiftly purifying the blood energy upon them. 'Pure Lotus Demon Fire?! How could this young man possibly possess Pure Lotus Demon Fire!' The Northern Dragon King's eyes narrowed suddenly. Though his heart was now filled with furious rage, a cold sensation still rose from within—his name, Jinglian Demon Flame, though the Northern Dragon Clan had not appeared in Zhongzhou for several years, remained familiar to him. Unmoved by the Dragon King's astonishment, Xiao Yan raised his hands, and a glowing sphere, about the size of a human head, shimmered faintly in a soft pink hue, now resting in his palms. This was the very blood orb from earlier, but the blood essence within had now been completely purified by Xiao Yan, and he had also sensed faint traces of residual souls—those of the ancient clan members who had been devoured by the Northern Dragon King. "These people asked me to return this to you," Xiao Yan said, smiling gently at the Northern Dragon King. With a simple finger flick, the pink orb shot forth with sudden intensity, this time aimed directly at the Northern Dragon King. "You bastard!" At the sight of this, the Northern Dragon King's face instantly turned pale with shock. Without a word, he retreated swiftly—how terrifying the energy within the Dragon Soul Pearl truly was, he himself knew better than anyone. Should he be struck, this time, he would indeed be truly finished! "Whoosh!" Though the Northern Dragon King retreated at an incredible speed, the pink pearl moved even faster. As it sped through the air, faces began to appear on its surface—angry and venomous, gazing fiercely at him. With a flash of light, it swiftly closed the distance, catching up to the Dragon King just as his eyes narrowed in alarm, and then exploded in a thunderous burst right before his astonished gaze... "Boom!" A terrifying storm of energy surged forth from the explosion, sweeping across the scene with relentless force. Waves of tangible, gusting energy winds violently dispersed nearly half of the blood vapor drifting over the Dragon Island below. "Victory?" Gazing at the terrifying energy storm, the members of the ancient dragon clan opened their mouths, exchanged glances, and then, after a moment, joy swiftly flooded their eyes. Cheers erupted like thunder across the vast void. "Master Xiao Yan truly possesses extraordinary prowess—he has even purified the blood essence within the Dragon Soul Pearl!" The elders from Dong Long Island, beaming with relief, expressed their profound gratitude. Indeed, it seemed the heavens had not forsaken the ancient dragon clan. "Master Xiao Yan's kindness has been a blessing for our clan. He has saved us on numerous occasions. This great favor must be repaid," said Elder Zhu Li, stroking his beard, then turning to the elders of Dong Long Island. "Master Xiao Yan has indeed rendered great service to our ancient dragon clan," the Grand Elder replied, slightly hesitating under Elder Zhu Li's gaze, before nodding and speaking softly, "I understand your intent. Once our clan achieves unification, we shall establish an alliance with the Heavenly Palace Alliance." "Heard this, Elder Zhuo finally smiled and nodded, committing to an alliance with the Heavenly Palace League. Zǐ Yán had first proposed this two years ago, though at that time there were disagreements, so the decision had remained pending. This time, Xiao Yan once again stepped in to save the day—this debt of gratitude can no longer be ignored. As for Zǐ Yán ahead, listening to the elders' conversation, she felt a quiet sense of relief. These stubborn old fellows finally managed to set aside their past pride and agree to the alliance—this is clearly beneficial for both sides. While everyone around was filled with joy, the energy storm that had surged and ravaged the area gradually subsided. With the storm fading, a particularly disheveled figure appeared before all eyes. 'Has the Northern Dragon King really not perished?'" "Seeing the Northern Dragon King, though extremely disheveled and his energy quite frail, yet still breathing with a few faint breaths left, many people were stunned. Such a devastating attack couldn't even kill him—his life force truly was unrivaled." "The physical strength of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon is indeed formidable," Xiang Yan observed, his brows slightly raised. He naturally understood that, had it not been for his robust body, the Northern Dragon King would have already turned to ash. "Huffing, huffing..." The Northern Dragon King gasped heavily, his dimly glowing crimson eyes full of resentment, fixated on Xiang Yan. He had never expected to be seriously injured by his own attack. "Xiang Yan," the Northern Dragon King declared, "you shall remember this. I will surely repay you for this!" "Though he's managed to survive, the Northern Dragon King is extremely weak. He stares at Xiao Yan with a fierce expression, roars in rage, and then suddenly shoots backward—clearly intending to flee. 'Don't let him get away!' Seeing this, Zi Yan grows anxious and immediately shouts. Last time, when he managed to escape, it caused such a major disturbance. If he escapes again, the ancient dragon clan will never find peace. Of course, without needing her reminder, Xiao Yan's nature wouldn't allow him to let the Northern Dragon King go unchallenged. As soon as the Northern Dragon King begins to move, Xiao Yan's fiery wings ripple, and he swiftly closes the distance, pursuing him with lightning speed. 'You want to kill me? That's pure fantasy!' As Xiao Yan continues to press forward, the Northern Dragon King's eyes grow cold. He waves his hands, and ten figures burst forth from the Northern Dragon Island, launching themselves like projectiles straight at Xiao Yan. Seeing that this guy had once again deployed a human-powered bomb, Xiao Yan's brow furrowed slightly, and his forward momentum slowed just a bit. As he prepared to move in and rescue those figures, ten streaks of vibrant seven-colored light suddenly flashed from behind him, then roared forward, lifting the ten figures and hurling them outward toward the blood array. "Grab him quickly!" As the human-powered bombs were dealt with, Carlin's voice echoed clearly in Xiao Yan's ears. "Hm..." With the obstacles cleared, Xiao Yan exhaled in relief, having no time to speak further. He flicked his fiery wings behind him, and his speed surged dramatically. In a few swift movements, he appeared directly above the Northern Dragon King, who was visibly startled. With a cold smile, Xiao Yan's clear, translucent palm flashed out, swiftly seizing the Dragon King's forehead. "I'm going all out—let's see who wins!" Seeing Xiao Yan relentlessly pursuing him, the Northern Dragon King, though flustered, also stirred a glint of determination in his heart. With a change of hand seals, his body began to rapidly expand—seeming as though he intended to explode himself! "Moo!" At this moment, Xiao Yan naturally couldn't allow the Dragon King to suffer a decisive defeat, so a vast spiritual phantom swiftly emerged on his body's surface. A powerful strike, the Yellow Springs Heavenly Fury, slammed directly into the Northern Dragon King's form. The intense spiritual wave surged through him, causing profound agony in his soul. His expanding body quickly shrank. When he managed to suppress the soul-piercing pain, a sudden coolness washed over his forehead—Xiao Yan's hand now gently rested upon his crown. "Do not kill me! You've won! You've won! I may let go of the Three Dragon Islands. From now on, I shall no longer be the Northern Dragon King!" "As Xiao Yan's hand touched the top of the northern dragon king's head, the northern dragon king's body instantly went stiff, and he hurried to speak. 'Hmm, you've changed your mind quite quickly...' Xiao Yan smiled gently at the northern dragon king. 'Please spare me. From now on, I will never appear before you again...' The northern dragon king raised his hand, his crimson eyes slightly flickering. 'A good idea, but...' Xiao Yan said, 'killing you would be more convenient.' Xiao Yan smiled slightly, but in the next instant, that smile vanished, replaced by coldness. With a sudden shock of his palm, a surge of intense, blazing inner energy pierced into the Northern Dragon King's mind at lightning speed, overturning his inner consciousness so violently that even his soul was rapidly evaporated into nothingness under the terrifying heat of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire. In the void space, Xiao Yan calmly withdrew his hand, while the Northern Dragon King's body before him slowly collapsed like a heap of mud, his tightly clenched fists gradually uncurling to reveal two beads stained with blood, pulsing with fierce, turbulent energy.