A gift returned ten thousandfold: I am the number one licker in all realms!

Luo Xing stood tall and straight on the deck of the spaceship.

His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and blood was still seeping from the wounds on his body.

His once pristine white clothes were now stained crimson. His eyes shone with unyielding spirit; though his body was utterly exhausted, he showed no sign of backing down in the face of the gray-robed old man before him.

The gray-robed elder resembled a demon god from the abyss of darkness.

His figure was tall and sinister, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be the evil marks etched by time.

His voice was icy and chilling, as if a cold wind came from the deepest hell:

"Kid, you've got some skill to withstand one of my attacks. But that's enough!"

As he spoke, he rapidly formed hand seals again, each movement carrying an eerie rhythm.

Spiritual energy surged from his body like a tidal wave, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, turning into a thin layer of ice crystals that made a soft "crackling" sound.

An oppressive, suffocating feeling, like an invisible giant net, enveloped the entire venue, making everyone present feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Luo Xing gritted his teeth. The dragon power within him had been completely exhausted. His chest heaved violently, and each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain.

Blood dripped incessantly from the corner of his mouth, splattering into bright red flowers on the deck.

"Damn it, it's still not good enough... I still can't beat them... There's just too much of a gap..."

"You're just a few years older than me. If I were your age, I would have smashed you to pieces with one punch!"

"They couldn't win the auction, so they're trying to rob it now! What is that?!"

Luo Xing gritted his teeth and said, his voice weak but filled with an indomitable will. He knew... he was probably really going to be defeated here this time.

This guy's strength is probably close to the Venerable Realm!

It seems this time it really was a case of failing before even getting started!

We encountered such a troublesome person as soon as we boarded the ship!

I should have listened to Feng Qing'er back then and not gone to that auction!

If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place.

But it's obviously too late to say anything now!

I'm not going to let that bastard get away with this no matter what.

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder's eyes flashed with impatience, as if he were looking at an ant about to be crushed.

"Stubborn to the end! Since that's how it is, then I'll send you on your way!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and a jet-black spiritual energy instantly gathered inward, transforming into a huge spear. The spear was wrapped in black mist, as if it were the wailing of countless wronged souls.

The spear thrust straight toward Luo Xing's heart with lightning speed. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek, as if space itself was groaning in pain.

"Son!"

Upon seeing this, Liu Yan and Feng Qing'er were immediately shocked.

Liu Yan looked anxious, tears welling up in her eyes.

Feng Qing'er, dressed in white, with a cold and aloof demeanor, could not hide the worry on her face at this moment.

They tried to rush over to help, but were firmly suppressed by the gray-robed elder's spiritual power, their feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Although Feng Qing'er is a favored daughter of the Phoenix Clan, she is still powerless to help, as the difference in their levels is simply too great...

If the other party were only at the Emperor Realm, that would be fine, but the other party is already a powerful being close to the Venerable Realm!

Such a person would be respectfully addressed as Elder even in the Central Plains!

Looking at the jet-black spear, Luo Xing felt a surge of powerlessness.

He knew he was powerless to withstand the attack. But just as the spear was about to pierce him, a sudden change occurred!

"boom!"

A burst of blazing flame suddenly erupted from Luo Xing's body, the flame a dazzling crimson gold, as radiant as the sun's rays.

In an instant, it burned the jet-black spear to ashes, leaving not a single trace.

From within the flames, an aged yet majestic voice slowly resounded: "How dare you, mere ants, harm a descendant of my dragon race?"

The gray-robed elder's expression changed drastically. His previously gloomy face was now filled with shock, and his eyes widened as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"What...what's going on?"

"It's so hot... What's with this spiritual energy...?"

The flames gradually coalesced, transforming into a phantom figure.

It was an old man dressed in a crimson robe, with white hair and beard, like frost and snow in winter.

His face was dignified, and every wrinkle seemed to contain endless vicissitudes of time.

His body emanated a terrifying dragon's might, a might that seemed to be the most powerful force in the world, causing everything around him to tremble.

His eyes were like two burning stars, and wherever his gaze fell, it seemed as if even the air itself trembled and made a hissing sound.

"Dragon... Dragon Spirit?!"

"I'm not mistaken, am I!"

The gray-robed elder's voice trembled, his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with fear.

For a moment, I was even a little incredulous, rubbing my eyes and wondering if I was seeing things.

Dragon! The strongest creature in the world!

Even the most powerful figures in the Central Plains rarely get to see dragons!

Faced with the majesty of the dragons, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, all his arrogance vanishing without a trace.

The old man glanced coldly at the gray-robed elder, his tone filled with boundless authority, as if he were proclaiming a divine decree:

"Dare to touch a descendant of my dragon clan? You're courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and a burst of flames instantly swept out!

Flames swirled and danced in the air, transforming into a giant fire dragon.

The fire dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its scales shimmering with a crimson-gold light, each scale seemingly containing earth-shattering power.

It pounced on the gray-robed elder with lightning speed, leaving a long trail of flame in the air.

The gray-robed elder's face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He quickly circulated all his spiritual energy to defend himself, forming a black shield around his body with strange runes flashing on it.

However, his defenses were as fragile as paper against that fire dragon. The fire dragon broke through his shield and instantly devoured him.

"No...probably not!"

The gray-robed elder screamed in terror, his voice filled with despair.

A deathly silence fell over the entire arena; everyone was too shocked to speak. Gui Qi and the other disciples of the Yin Sha Sect were so terrified that they collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

A moment!

It only took a moment!

Less than three seconds?

A powerful being who was almost at the Venerable Realm simply vanished like that?

This sounds like utter nonsense!

Gui Qi, the guy who usually does all sorts of evil, was now as pale as a sheet, his lips were trembling, and his crotch was wet, obviously from being so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

The other disciples of the Yin Sha Sect were also ashen-faced, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They never imagined that their elder would be so easily eliminated.

Looking at the old man before him, Luo Xing's eyes were filled with emotion, and tears welled up in them.

"Senior, you...you've finally appeared!"

The old man turned around, looking at Luo Xing with gentle eyes, as if he were looking at his most beloved junior. His tone carried a hint of satisfaction:

"Little one, you did well. To persevere in such a desperate situation, you truly deserve to be a descendant of my dragon clan."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xing felt a surge of warmth in his heart, as if a warm power had been injected into his previously cold body.

"Senior, thank you for saving me."

The old man waved his hand and said calmly, "You are the hope of my dragon clan, so naturally I will not let anything happen to you. However, your strength is still too weak and you need to improve it as soon as possible. The future of the dragon clan rests on your shoulders."

Luo Xing nodded, a resolute glint in his eyes, as if making a promise to the old man, and also to himself:

"Don't worry, senior, I will definitely strive to become stronger!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Gui Qi and the others, his gaze instantly turning icy, like frost in a cold night:

"As for these ants, you can handle them."

Gui Qi knelt on the ground with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing with his hands. His forehead slammed against the deck with a series of loud thuds, and soon his forehead became a bloody mess.

"Senior, spare us! Senior, spare us! We will never dare to do it again!" Other Yin Sha Sect disciples followed suit, with cries and pleas for mercy rising and falling.

Luo Xing stared at them coldly, her eyes devoid of any pity, her heart filled only with rage towards these wicked people:

"Your Yin Sha Sect has committed numerous evils, and today I will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy transformed into several sharp blades carrying a fierce aura.

The entire venue fell silent once again, everyone stunned by Luo Xing's decisiveness and ruthlessness.

They looked at Luo Xing as if he were a god of death returned from hell, their hearts filled with awe.

The old man nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, decisive in killing, this is the style of the descendants of my dragon clan."

Luo Xing took a deep breath and turned to look at the old man: "Senior, what are your plans next?"

The old man smiled slightly, a smile tinged with mystery, as if he were guarding an ancient secret:

"I am but a remnant soul and cannot stay for long. However, I will appear when you need me. Remember, improve your strength as soon as possible; the future of the dragon race depends on you."

After speaking, the old man's figure gradually dissipated, turning into specks of fire that merged into Luo Xing's body.

Luo Xing felt the warmth within him, like the strength and blessing of an elder, and his eyes were firm: "Senior, I will definitely make you proud!"

Liu Yan and Feng Qing'er walked to Luo Xing's side, their eyes filled with concern, but also with shock.

Even Liu Yan was unaware that Luo Xing actually possessed a Fire Dragon Inheritance Dragon Spirit within him.

I originally thought Luo Xing only had one Thunder Dragon inside him, but I never expected...

Luo Xing had already given them far too much of a shock...

“Luo Xing,” Liu Yan said, grasping her hand with concern, her voice gentle yet anxious.

"Are you alright?" Feng Qing'er asked softly. "You absolutely mustn't be hurt."

Feng Qing'er nodded, her expression solemn:

"Although the Yin Sha Sect members have been dealt with, their power is immense, and they probably won't let this go easily. They might already be gathering their forces to retaliate against us."

Luo Xing sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"No problem, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. Let's go!"