saint of humanity

What made Lu Ye even more wary was that the aura of this True Saint belonged to Yang Qing!

Among the Nine Saints of the Origin Realm, Yang Qing ranks first.

Whether this first place is in terms of time or in terms of ability, no one can say for sure.

But Lu Ye guessed that it was probably both!
In terms of time, Yang Qing is the second-generation ancestor of the Dragon Clan. He was born from the Dragon Pool not long after the birth of the universe. It can be said that he was one of the first flesh-and-blood cultivators in the entire universe, and he must have achieved the status of a True Saint very early.

Therefore, he is very likely the first true saint in the world.

The dragon race, due to its inherent racial advantages, is naturally stronger than other races. Yang Qing, who has achieved the status of a True Saint, will naturally be more remarkable than other True Saints.

That's probably why he's qualified to wear that mask with the character "一" (one).

Lu Ye had already experienced the terror of the Second Saint. The clone's strength was only slightly less than that of the real body, thanks to the support of the Panshan Blade. However, under the Second Saint's frenzied attacks, it was shattered to pieces after only a moment.

If even a Second Saint is this terrifying, how strong must Yang Qing, the First Saint, be?

Lu Ye dared not think about it.

Just as he was filled with fear and trepidation, on the battlefield, as Yang Qing's aura fluctuated, the aura of all the dragon race's half-saints trembled.

In this universe, it's not just vampires who are suppressed by bloodlines; dragons are even more so.

At this moment, although Yang Qing did not use any bloodline suppression, and even though he himself was still within the Origin Realm, the aura transmitted across the realm was enough to make all the dragons feel an irresistible urge to worship him.

In this situation, if Yang Qing were to actually unleash his bloodline suppression, the combat power of all the dragons present would likely be diminished, which would be a fatal blow to the current battle.

"Second Ancestor, that's the Second Ancestor!" Zhu Pang exclaimed. Although he lived in a time far removed from Yang Qing's, he had the opportunity to see Yang Qing several times when he was young, so he naturally remembered Yang Qing's aura.

Yang Lie's face was ashen. Although the Dragon Lord knew about Yang Qing's becoming a Saint, he had never mentioned it to the Dragon Clan ancestors from the Ancestral Abyss Restriction. It was not that he intended to hide it, but he did not want these ancestors to suffer more grief. However, he did not expect such a change to occur.

One can imagine the immense psychological impact on the dragons of this fiercely competitive battlefield, where their ancestor had become a puppet of Yuan, his aura descending as if to oppose them, his descendants.

The battlefield, which had initially been dominated by the enemy, instantly descended into chaos.

The void trembled and hummed, and Yang Qing's aura became increasingly evident. Within the swirling vortex, he seemed poised to burst forth at any moment.

Lu Ye was already preparing to flee.

Once bitten, twice shy; he had suffered too many losses at the hands of the True Saints. If Yang Qing were to descend this time, he would be the first one to be dealt with.

He had no confidence that he could withstand the attack of this second-generation dragon ancestor.

Fei seemed to have seen through Lu Ye's intentions. Although he had been calm and focused on entanglement during the previous confrontation, Fei was now launching a frenzied attack. Under such circumstances, Lu Ye found it difficult to escape.

Just as he was getting anxious and didn't know what to do, a golden light suddenly emanated from the mysterious vortex, and Yang Qing's aura became crystal clear at that moment.

Lu Ye's heart sank, and he suddenly felt that a great disaster was about to befall him.

However, when he turned his head to look in that direction, he did not see Yang Qing's figure and was taken aback.

What came from that vortex was not Yang Qing, but a drop of blood, a drop of pure dragon blood.

Without a doubt, that was Yang Qing's dragon blood.

With the appearance of this dragon blood, all the anomalies disappeared, even the vortex that connected to the Origin Realm vanished.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the appearance of a single drop of dragon blood belonging to Yang Qing, nothing else changed in the arena.

Lu Ye frowned deeply.

The situation was not as expected. Yang Qing did not come from the Origin Realm, which was undoubtedly good news for him. However, the strangeness at the moment made him feel uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

It is certain that this was most likely Yuan's doing, because Yang Qing, as a puppet, would not have done such a thing. Yuan must have been paying attention to the war here and made some corresponding arrangements.

But what can this drop of dragon blood belonging to Yang Qing do?
Although he couldn't quite understand it, he knew this was definitely not a good sign, so Lu Ye immediately shouted in a low voice, "Be careful, everyone!"

Before he finished speaking, the drop of dragon blood suddenly exploded, turning into a golden mist. Then, the golden mist twisted and wriggled, condensing into a hideous and blurry face.

His face suddenly swelled and expanded, then exploded with a bang.

Countless golden rays radiated in all directions like a fine rain.

Seeing this, Lu Ye tried desperately to dodge while fighting Fei, but he couldn't avoid it at all. The fine, rain-like golden light not only fell on him, but Fei was also not spared.

Thanks to this, both he and Fei's attacks slowed down, and they retreated to carefully examine themselves.

A moment later, he and Fei both showed puzzled expressions, because both sides had noticed that the abnormality that had just happened had no effect on them whatsoever.

Suddenly, a series of dragon roars and painful groans erupted from the arena.

Lu Ye suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting.

The Dragon Lord's voice rang in my ears at that moment: "Lu Ye, I can no longer mobilize external forces!"

Upon hearing this, the color drained from Lu Ye's face.

Suddenly, a life force vanished. Lu Ye looked in the direction of the noise and saw a battlefield where a puppet half-saint was located. At this moment, a newly promoted dragon half-saint was killed on the spot by the puppet half-saint wielding a supreme treasure.

Lu Ye vaguely remembered that this was Yang Ge, the second elder of the Dragon Clan, who lived during the same period as the eighth ancestor.

Yang Ge's death was just the beginning. In an instant, two more dragon clan demigods fell, and many more were injured.

Zhu Pang shouted, "Xiao Ye, it seems we've been sealed by some kind of secret technique!"

The Dragon Lord's situation was not an isolated case; all the dragons present were experiencing the same thing.

Lu Ye almost bit his teeth to pieces.

Long ago, he realized that the existing cultivation methods were inappropriate. Cultivators were too focused on relying on external forces. If these external forces were not interfered with by any factors, then it would be fine. But there is still an abyss in this universe that can control those external forces to a certain extent.

Lu Ye himself suffered greatly as a result. Ever since he was confirmed as a rebellious son, he has been unable to rely on external forces.

With his current resources, if he could leverage external forces, his strength would be even greater. At that point, he could easily annihilate figures like Xue Wei, Fei, and even Xing Zhou with a single strike. Today's battle would hardly be considered a crisis for Dragon City. (End of Chapter)