Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358: One Man Against a Clan

One shattered head after another, no further instances of Divine Demon Core detonation. But each time, Lan Xuanyu would obliterate his opponent with the most formidable approach, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

When the eighth Eight-Armed Demon fell to his hands, the Eight-Armed Demon God King finally began to grow restless.

He rose abruptly and descended from the main viewing platform.

Was he no longer watching, or was he going to arrange strategies?

Of course, the Eight-Armed Demon God King wouldn’t appear in the waiting area, but his departure nonetheless left the audience feeling uneasy.

What difficult trials would the Golden Dragon Princess face next?

On the Number One platform, the sun was now high overhead. The majority of the morning had already passed, and the remaining time was steadily dwindling.

The matches on other platforms could best be described as lukewarm, but on the Number One platform, it felt as though an entire race was locked in relentless combat.

Bear in mind, every challenge required payment of a single Heavenly Nurturing Crystal Stone. Even a major clan like the Eight-Armed Demon Clan would feel the sting of such expense. More critically, those representing their race in battle were its elite—its champions.

So many lives had been lost all at once—how could the Eight-Armed Demon Clan not feel the pain?

On the platform, Lan Xuanyu sat cross-legged on the ground, his appearance at this moment looking utterly dire. His garments were tattered in many places, even after having already changed his outerwear once. Sweat drenched his long hair, which he had tied back into a ponytail for better combat efficiency. His pale, exquisite face was devoid of any color, as white as paper, with lips that were dull and gray. Even during his brief rest, his body trembled faintly, barely hanging on. It was evident how severely strained his physical condition was.

Eleven consecutive matches—every opponent he faced was exceedingly powerful. Especially the Eight-Armed Demon Clan, who had escalated to near-reckless fighting methods, leaving no room for retreat. Although he managed to defeat each adversary, the toll on his body had been immense.

By now, all the spectators had nearly forgotten about the other five arenas, with their attention entirely fixated on this one platform.

To these spectators, the Ascending Dragon Tournament had until now been merely a livestreamed event, something viewed secondhand. However, at this moment, they were witnessing the sheer, awe-inspiring strength of the Golden Dragon Princess firsthand.

Hang in there! You must endure! Why hasn’t the morning’s matches ended yet?

All the spectators wished desperately for time to move faster, so the Golden Dragon Princess could quickly finish today’s challenges. She was utterly exhausted, and—surely—badly injured. Even if she chose not to compete for the next two days, it wouldn’t matter! But losing to the Eight-Armed Demon Clan? How could that be acceptable? After all, she had her betrothal-match promise on the line!

Yet, throughout it all, Lan Xuanyu hadn’t touched the Heavenly Nurturing Crystal Stones—not even once. True to his vow. Not only had he refrained, but even Xiuxiu had not used a single Heavenly Nurturing Crystal Stone. At this moment, she too sat beside Lan, pale-faced, drenched in sweat, slumped down.

Though Lan Xuanyu outwardly appeared battered, the emotions in his heart at this moment were exhilarated.

These countless battles with formidable foes felt like a process of refining himself. Without a doubt, the Eight-Armed Demon Clan was incredibly strong, and repeated battles were indeed causing his condition to deteriorate. Even the most robust recovery ability couldn’t withstand consecutive grueling fights.

However, the restorative ability of the Dragon God’s bloodline was truly exceptional. More importantly, the battles had helped him absorb and refine the accumulated dragon power—and even life energy—he had drawn upon over recent days.

In regular cultivation, the immense dragon power he absorbed inevitably left parts scattered throughout his body. After all, completely absorbing all dragon power was no easy feat. He had intentionally ensured his body retained abundant dragon power to prevent running out during cultivation.

But during these recent battles, his body had nearly depleted all of this stored dragon power. With the residue of external dragon power fully refined, Lan Xuanyu realized that within his body, many hidden traces of impure dragon power had surfaced—previously tucked into obscure corners and masked by his normally abundant internal dragon power.

Now, with the residual external dragon power entirely consumed, those impurities had naturally been activated and refined. As a result, these impurities vanished seamlessly, bringing Lan Xuanyu a delightful surprise: he discovered that his body seemed to have more space available to amass his Dragon God’s bloodline energy. Additionally, the absence of impurities made his whole bloodline circulate more freely, leaving him feeling indescribably comfortable.

The gains this time were not insignificant, clearing yet another obstacle on his path toward God Rank.

The ten minutes of rest now were something he dared not waste even for an instant; during this time, he worked relentlessly to absorb the life energy in the air to replenish himself.

Even if the Holy Light Dragon Knight wanted to assist him, it couldn’t be done overtly. The Eight-Armed Demon Clan was suffering constant losses, and if the Demon God King detected any hidden tricks on their side, he’d undoubtedly lose his mind. After all, he was still the patriarch of the third largest clan.

Thus, Lan Xuanyu could only rely on himself to recover, while Huang Liangwei camouflaged the rate and volume of his life energy absorption.

So, the two Dragon Knights continued to sit high atop the main viewing platform, intently watching this match. Both were fully aware that Lan’s battles would likely persist.

Moreover, after so many rounds, they had already noticed Lan Xuanyu’s Light and Dark Divine Thunder.

Almost every battle concluded with this fearsome explosive force turning the tide decisively.

As Super God-level powerhouses of such caliber, they naturally sensed the elemental waves contained within the Light and Dark Divine Thunder. The key was the ability to fuse such elemental waves into one cohesive force and unleash it as a strategic attack—this was exceedingly remarkable. At the very least, none of the Dragon Knights possessed such attributes. Could this be a benefit gained through bloodline evolution on the Ascending Dragon Platform?

It would be a lie to say they weren’t envious. Even as Dragon Knights, they longed for further evolution. Ultimately, they were the ones who craved immortality the most, being so close to achieving it.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. This time, the Eight-Armed Demon Clan hesitated for a moment.

By Lan Xuanyu’s ear, Li Menglong’s voice rang out once more, “Miss Lan, I have an idea that could help you. Are you willing to hear it?”

Lan Xuanyu turned his head toward the voice, and saw Li Menglong’s earnest expression. His face was marked with urgency as he nodded vigorously toward Lan Xuanyu, before speaking again.

“Miss Lan, I know you would never agree to marry into the Eight-Armed Demon Clan, isn’t that right? You’ve killed so many Eight-Armed Demons today—there’s no way they’ll let this slide. Even though you’re part of the Dragon Clan, given your betrothal-match pledge, not even the two Dragon Knights can help you at this moment. I have a proposal: if you’re willing, I will immediately step onto the platform to face you. You’ve already won against eleven strong adversaries, proving without any doubt that you’re the strongest of the younger generation. You have nothing more to prove. You can voluntarily lose to me, and then—the Sky Horse Clan and Dragon Clan are family, aren’t we? We’re all one. You could marry me instead. I promise to treat you well. Even if you want to return to the Dragon Clan, I would follow you back. What do you say?”

Lan Xuanyu was unsurprised by Li Menglong’s remarks; indeed, he’d long anticipated them. So, he finally reveals his true intentions, does he?

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