Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 562 Unstoppable, Better than Fate

The rain poured down and the wind howled.

Lightning flashed across the sky again and again, and thunder rumbled and echoed among the mountains.

The Red Emperor stood tall amidst the wind and rain, head held high, eyes closed as it faced the torrential downpour, arms outstretched and wings spread wide.

Enemies surrounded them.

He was arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

He stood there quietly, eyes closed, letting the rain wash over his scales, the wind whip his body, and thunder roar overhead.

This posture doesn't seem like it's welcoming a life-or-death battle, but rather like it's embracing this world shrouded in dark clouds. Rainwater flows through the gaps in the scales, gathers into streams on the ground, and is then swept up by the gale, turning into mist that permeates the surroundings.

A few seconds later.

On the other side, Varta finally came to his senses.

His expression was extremely somber, his face was clouded with gloom, his fists clenched involuntarily, and rings of solidified air currents emanated from his body, shaking all the rain falling on him into mist.

The magical greatsword, imbued with the power of destiny, was thus seized and crushed?
He watched as the greatsword, which had taken Afra to painstakingly build, shattered like brittle glass in the Red Emperor's claws.

The Grand Masters all became serious, their gazes sweeping back and forth over the Red Emperor, trying to discern something from the giant dragon.

The legends below the Grand rank, besides their solemn expressions, also had a hint of fear in their eyes.

The overwhelming dragon's might pressed down on their hearts like a tangible weight, causing them to instinctively scan their surroundings and take a slight step back, looking for an opportunity to escape this dangerous place.

"Is it going to end like this before the real battle even begins?"

Varta felt heavy-hearted.

He could naturally tell.

Although the Red Emperor before them looked much thinner than before he fell asleep, his size had increased dramatically, and his life level had clearly reached the Grand rank, making him a genuine Grand rank dragon.

How could this be?
This was completely different from what he had expected.

In Varta's plan, they would be facing the Red Emperor, who had not yet reached the Grand Prix rank and whose body was weakened and depleted from decades of slumber. With their lineup, it should have been a sure thing.

But now...

Backfired.

"When fate rolls the dice, it never asks for the will of mortals; losing nine out of ten times is simply the way of the world."

Varta sighed inwardly, and then the confusion in his eyes was replaced by determination, and his gaze became resolute.

If he cannot obtain the Tears of Immortality and stops at the Grand rank, even if he survives, he will only die of old age in the end.

He couldn't accept it.

It's better to fight with all your might than to die in bed.

If you win, you'll have a chance to break free from your constraints; if you lose, you'll just be shattered to pieces, dying on the road to pursuing progress, which can also be considered a kind of liberation.

He looked up and took a deep breath.

"Gentlemen."

The voice of the Three-Phase Crown erupted from his mouth, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, carrying with it a calming power that dispelled the dragon's might from intimidating their own legends, allowing those fearful and uneasy legends to calm down a little.

"The time to settle this once and for all has come!"

He paused, then continued, "He took the Celestial Phenomenon Sword, but he paid a price. He is far from being at his peak! He is already seriously injured."

He raised his hand and pointed at the Red Emperor.

People's eyes followed.

Indeed, deep cracks covered the dragon's scales, especially those on its six claws.

His scales cracked, his flesh rolled back, and blood seeped from the cracks, turning into burning flames in the rain and making a hissing sound. It looked as if, although he had shattered the Celestial Phenomenon Greatsword, he himself had also suffered considerable damage and backlash.

Varta's voice was firm and resounding.

The legends' eyes lingered on the Red Emperor, their hopes rekindled.

Varta said no more.

He took a deep breath and rushed forward first.

His body changed drastically during the charge, and his whole body was engulfed in a fierce aura.

The life force shaped his body, causing it to expand rapidly. His muscles bulged, his bones extended, and his skin became rough like rock. In an instant, he transformed into a majestic giant, like a moving mountain, with a size similar to the Red Emperor.

But this is just the beginning.

The energy of the stars gathers in the body.

A hundred giant arms bloomed and solidified behind him like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, rotating like rings. Each arm was solidified, with bulging muscles and veins, containing the power to shatter mountains. The wind generated when the arms were swung was like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The changes are not over yet.

The energy of the sun's soul shone brightly.

Light emanated from every inch of the giant's skin, golden and gleaming with a metallic sheen even under the dim clouds. It was indestructible and intensely hot, evaporating all the surrounding rain into mist and enveloping Varta in a golden halo.

Star Me, Fate Flow, Sun Soul.

The three paths to the pinnacle of the Three-Phase Grand Master emanated a power far exceeding that of a normal Grand Master. It was overwhelming and heavy, causing the surrounding air to tremble, and even the rain falling on him was evaporated in mid-air.

"The Red Emperor!"

His voice boomed like thunder, his eyes shone like the sun: "Come! Witness the ultimate human form!"

Before the words were even finished, a hundred arms were raised in unison.

Countless fist shadows rained down like a meteor shower, each punch carrying the scorching heat of the Sun Soul Qi, enough to shatter mountains. The fist shadows were so dense that they covered half the sky, heading towards the Red Emperor who was rising from the ground.

The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek, and the rain was whipped up by the gusts of wind, forming waterspouts.

Red Iron Dragon has opened his eyes.

His pupils reflected the shadow of the oncoming fist, but he neither retreated nor dodged.

Six dragon claws extended simultaneously, leaving countless afterimages in the air. It was so fast that it looked as if dozens of dragon claws were swinging at the same time. Six arms against a hundred arms, they were at a complete disadvantage in terms of numbers, but their power was by no means weak.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shockwave from the clash of fists and claws spread in all directions like a tidal wave.

Wherever it passed, rainwater evaporated, air distorted, and shockwaves came one after another, layer upon layer, shattering the surrounding rain curtain into pieces.

Although Varta has a hundred arms, the Red Iron Dragon's six arms are stronger and more robust.

With each outstretched claw, he could crush, tear apart, and pulverize the incoming fist.

The giant arm, formed from the aura of the Stars, was like paper in front of him; it crumbled with a single grasp and tore apart with a single tear, its golden light scattering and dissipating in the air.

However, Varta has too many Star Arms.

Although the six dragon claws were fast, they could not withstand the simultaneous bombardment of a hundred arms. There were always some that slipped through the dragon claws' blockade and smashed heavily onto the Red Emperor's body.

Moreover, as the life force surged, the shattered arms were regenerating at an alarming rate.

The arm, torn apart by the dragon's claws, instantly reformed and rejoined the attack, endlessly and inexhaustibly.

boom!
A punch landed squarely on Hong Tielong's ribs.

The scales were slightly dented and cracks appeared, but they quickly returned to normal.

boom!
Another punch landed on the dragon's chest.

The same dent, the same crack, the same recovery.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The dull, thunderous sounds continued incessantly, like someone beating a giant war drum. Every punch from the Triple Crown left cracks and dents on the Red Emperor's scales.

However, they are pitifully shallow.

The damage is so light that it won't even make the dragon bleed. Only by hitting the same spot multiple times can the dragon suffer some real damage, but even that is negligible.

Those cracks are often mostly healed before the next punch arrives.

Of Varta's three main attack methods, the Sun Soul is the primary attacker.

However, the attacks of the Sun Soul Path mainly rely on the high temperature, like the blazing sun, to add fire attribute damage to one's fists and feet.

Among the Red Iron Dragon's powerful resistances, its fire resistance is unparalleled, giving it exceptional resilience against high temperatures and the corrosive effects of fire. When Varta's Sun Soul Aura struck it, the damage was severely weakened, and its effectiveness was greatly diminished.

Previously, Varta could break through defenses due to her level advantage, which made Red Iron Dragon wary.

Back then, Red Iron Dragon was still a high-level legendary, and had not yet truly entered the championship rank.

But now, both sides are in the Grand Prix.

The Triple Crown's attack landed on the dragon's body, but it caused no real pain.

Feeling the tremors emanating from his body, Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.

"You can't even make me bleed."

He said.

Before he could finish speaking, Red Iron Dragon withstood the barrage of punches and swept a claw toward the chest of the Triple-Rank Grandmaster. The attack was fast and fierce, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Varta dodged to the side.

Despite his large size, he was fast, leaning his body to the side.

But the Red Emperor's claws still grazed his body.

Tear!

A burst of golden sparks erupted, leaving several deep claw marks on Varta's chest. Flesh and blood rolled up, and golden light seeped from the wounds, where the energy of the Sun Soul and the energy of life flowed together.

Varta groaned and staggered backward.

The Red Emperor pressed his advantage.

With all six arms swinging out simultaneously, the claw shadows surged like a tide, wave after wave, giving Varta no chance to catch his breath. His giant wings spread out to maintain balance, while also blocking Varta's escape space.

Varta's hundred arms met the attack again, but this time, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Each of the Red Emperor's claws could tear apart several of his arms, while his fists, when they landed on his opponent, could only leave shallow cracks. As his hundred arms were continuously torn apart, the speed at which his life-flowing body could regenerate gradually could not keep up with the speed at which it was being destroyed.

The battle has only just begun, and Varta, facing the Red Emperor alone, is already in dire straits.

Just then.

A figure cut in from the side.

Farrell's Iron Crown, Sanda Monk, Kahn.

His size was only that of an average person; compared to the two behemoths, the Red Emperor and Varta, he was as small as an ant. However, his speed was astonishing, and his movements were swift and agile.

He moved through the rain, leaving countless afterimages.

Afterimages approached the Red Emperor from all directions, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was an illusion. Rainwater passed through those afterimages, creating patches of mist.

His boxing style was not as grand as Varta's, but it was more dangerous. Every punch was imbued with his full strength, and his Sanda aura was concentrated and undispersed, with extremely strong penetrating power.

boom!
A punch landed on the Red Emperor's back. The dragon's scales remained unharmed, but the invisible force penetrated deep into his flesh and exploded within his body.

Red Iron Dragon's body trembled slightly, and the muscles in his back twitched.

boom! boom! boom!
Three more punches landed on his ribs, back, and back of his neck.

Each punch was precise and ruthless, capable of penetrating defenses and causing damage within the body. Even with the Red Emperor's formidable defense, it was difficult to completely block such a highly concentrated attack.

However, the Crown of Steel is only the size of a normal human.

His attacks are highly focused, but precisely because of this, the range of his attacks is too narrow.

Although the damage was deep, it was too small, like a mosquito bite. One second it had just penetrated the defenses and caused some damage inside the Red Iron Dragon, but in the blink of an eye, the damage healed itself.

The muscles moved, the wound closed, and everything returned to normal.

The Red Emperor turned around and slapped Kahn with his claw.

The dragon claw descended with a whistling sound, its tip tearing through the air.

Kahn, sensing the danger, had already dodged.

His figure traced an arc in the rain, landing beside Varta, and he said in a deep voice, "He healed my injuries instantly."

Varta was panting, his body radiating a golden light.

His hundred arms have reassembled, and the wound on his chest has healed completely, but the light has noticeably dimmed.

"Let's all go together and do our best."

He said, "I will fight back head-on, and you will play it by ear."

Then, Xingwo raised his hundred arms again, his fists raining down on the Red Emperor.

The Red Emperor unleashed all six of his arms to clash with him.

The shockwave from the clash of fists and claws spread out again, carving furrows into the surrounding ground.

Kahn flashed and disappeared into the rain again. The next second, he reappeared behind the Red Emperor and punched the dragon's left wing root.

As his fist landed, his martial arts aura condensed into a single point, locking onto the gap connecting the dragon's wings and torso.

The Red Emperor reacted extremely quickly.

Its massive wings, sharp as knives, swept across and forced back the Triad Grandmaster. A claw tore through the air and gripped the Iron Crown. When the dragon claw opened, its tip almost completely blocked all of Cain's escape routes.

Kahn sidestepped and moved to the Red Emperor's side.

His body twisted in the air, and as the Triple Crown lunged at him again, he kicked the Red Emperor in the jaw.

boom!
The kick landed squarely, sending shockwaves through the air and causing countless raindrops to explode.

The Red Emperor's right head tilted back, while his middle head suddenly emerged, biting at the Iron Crown, while his left head exhaled dragon breath, sweeping towards the Three-Phase Crown.

Bang!
Kahn took a step, narrowly avoiding the dragon's bite. The giant teeth grazed his side, and the force of the wind made him lose his balance. At the same time, the shadow of the giant claw loomed over his head.

The timing of this claw strike was perfect; the dragon's claw pressed down from above.

"Oops."

The Sanda monk's pupils contracted.

The dragon's claws were already upon him, leaving him no way to avoid them. He could even see the patterns on every single scale of the dragon's claws.

Just then.

An arrow tore through the rain.

It was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage; the tip of the arrow gathered a dark light, drawing a straight line in the rain.

puff!
The arrow struck the Red Emperor's outstretched dragon claw squarely.

It pierced through scales and flesh, gushing out blood that turned into flames and burned in the rain.

The Red Emperor paused slightly.

It was that moment of hesitation that allowed Kahn to slip through the gap in the dragon's claws, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The claws almost grazed his back, taking a few pieces of his clothes with them. He tumbled a few times in the air before regaining his balance.

The Sanda monk was panting heavily, rainwater mixed with sweat streaming down his forehead, and a chill ran down his back. Just a moment ago, he had truly felt the breath of death.

The Red Emperor lowered his head and glanced at his injured dragon claw.

He raised his head and looked in the direction from which the arrow had come.

In the distance, the Grand Ranger stood there, her longbow still in a shooting posture. Her sharp gaze met the Red Emperor's in the air, her fingers resting on the bowstring, ready to draw the bow again at any moment.

"continue."

The Red Emperor said softly.

The battle then resumed.

The Trinity Crown and the Iron Crown, two monks engaged the Red Emperor in close combat, while the archer maintained distance, ready to fire arrows to relieve his side when necessary.

Even so, the two monks still felt immense pressure.

Varta is alright.

His body is tough and he recovers very quickly, allowing him to fight the Red Emperor for a short period of time without regard for damage. If his heavy punches land continuously on the same spot, they can also cause considerable damage.

The Sanda monks seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife, not daring to let the Red Emperor touch them even slightly.

His physical strength was not as good as Varta's, and his breathing gradually became heavy. Each dodge was more difficult than the last. Several times, the Red Emperor's claws grazed his skin, leaving a trail of blood.

Fortunately, as time went by, Afra's chanting grew more and more magnificent and resounding.

The sounds intertwined with thunder and lightning, growing ever more intense.

In the sky, one enormous magic circle after another unfolded around her, layer upon layer, covering half of the sky.

This crowned being of magic is constructing another spell imbued with divine power.

"Almost there, just hang in there a little longer."

"Valta said in a deep voice, and punched the Red Emperor in the abdomen."

Their only chance to turn the tide lies in the magic of the Crown of Magic.

This little thought could not be hidden from the Red Emperor.

The dragon repelled the monk, glanced at the magic tower suspended between the dark clouds, grinned, and revealed its sharp teeth.

What are you expecting?

he asks.

The reason why the opposing team's top-ranked players have been able to hold on until now, and even think they have a chance to turn the tide, is not because they are weak or not at their peak.

The real reason is that he's using these people to familiarize himself with his current power.

Just to warm up.

Now, the warm-up is almost over.

Before he finished speaking, the Red Emperor's aura suddenly changed.

Originally, the flames were blackish-red, deep and heavy, like solidified magma.

But at this moment, it suddenly shot upwards as if adding fuel to the fire, its color changing from blackish-red to a dazzling gold, bright and intense, illuminating the entire sky and dyeing the dark clouds gold.

Golden flames danced on his body, each wisp containing terrifying energy.

A powerful wave of energy erupted from his body.

Centered on the Red Emperor, it spread in all directions, distorting the air and causing space to tremble.

The three-phase crown position is the first to be affected.

He had just unleashed his Star Hundred Arms, preparing to strike again, when he was hit head-on by the shockwave. His body felt like it had been struck by a mountain, and he was sent flying backward, tumbling through the air before crashing diagonally to the ground, creating a huge crater.

Mud and water splashed, and gravel collapsed.

The Iron Crown was also blown away by the blast wave.

His body was already elusive and had no foothold. When the air blast swept him up, he was like a leaf in a storm, crashing through three small hills before he could barely regain his footing.

The Red Emperor looked up to the sky and roared, laughing like a dragon.

The sound was deafening, drowning out the thunder and rain, and echoing throughout the entire Ryan Plateau.

Then, he raised his dragon arm high.

All six dragon arms rose at the same time, their claws spread open.

Buzz!
Golden flames gathered on each of the dragon claws.

At first, they were just faint, like a few starlight points, but soon they became brighter and brighter, rotating, expanding, and deforming in the dragon's claws... In an instant, they condensed into golden orbs of light.

Dragon Energy Bomb.

Unlike before, it takes shape extremely quickly, from condensation to formation in just a few blinks of an eye.

Six dragon energy projectiles formed simultaneously.

The Red Emperor waved his mighty arm.

Six dragon energy projectiles shot into the sky, heading straight for the magic tower amidst the dark clouds.

They left six golden trails in the air, like six shooting stars flying in reverse, tearing through the rain, tearing through the thunder, tearing through everything in their path.

Wherever it passed, the air burned, leaving behind streaks of gold.

Afra's pupils contracted slightly.

She saw the six dragon energy orbs and sensed the terrifying power they contained.

The chanting slowed slightly as she diverted a wisp of her spirit for defense.

The magic tower rotated layer by layer, each layer spinning wildly, activating protective spells. Layers of light shields spread out from the tower, blue, purple, and gold, overlapping each other densely, enveloping the entire magic tower.

Each layer of the light shield was covered with complex runes, shimmering with various colors of light.

The first dragon energy bomb landed.

boom!
The golden light exploded, the shockwave spread, and the protective light shield shattered layer by layer, like glass being hit by a heavy hammer, making a crisp cracking sound.

Other dragon energy bombs followed closely behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each dragon energy projectile that landed, several layers of protective shields shattered.

Golden light burst forth one after another, sending shockwaves through the air.

Although the magic tower could still hold out, it was also trembling violently, and countless runes shattered as a result.

Afra's body swayed violently, her face as pale as paper, but she persisted, maintaining the magic circle. Although the chanting was intermittent, it continued. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and scattering in the gale.

"Stop him!"

Varta roared.

He climbed out of the pit, his body glowing intermittently, but he still charged toward the Red Emperor. The Iron Crown also swept in from afar, faster than before. He knew that success or failure depended on this one move.

The Grand Ranger drew his longbow to its fullest extent, aiming at the Red Emperor's vitals, poised to strike.

But Galus didn't even look at them.

He simply raised his head and roared with unrestrained joy, the sound waves rolling.

"You think living is a right? No, it's only because of my mercy."

"Now, let's dance!"

His six dragon claws opened again, and more dragon energy blasts condensed in his claws, one after another, shining like golden stars in his palm.

Then, he took turns swinging his arms.

This time, the dragon energy bombs were no longer just aimed at the magic tower.

They split into two streams, some continuing to fly towards the magic tower, while others crashed down towards the three Grand Masters, cascading down like a meteor shower, trailing golden flames and drawing dangerous trajectories in the rain.

Varta's expression changed slightly.

He swung his hundred arms, trying to block the dragon energy projectiles, but his Star Arm was shattered the moment it touched the first one.

Golden light engulfed his arm, then a second, a third, and so on, raining down on him.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The light engulfed him completely, blasting him back to the ground.

This time, the bombing went deeper and was more devastating.

A huge, bottomless pit appeared on the ground, and the surrounding ground was completely cracked, with cracks extending in all directions.

The Sanda monk tried to dodge.

But there were too many dragon energy projectiles, and they were too dense.

He had just dodged one when another slammed into him, the shockwave sending him flying and tumbling through the air before another one struck him head-on.

boom!
His figure disappeared in the dazzling light, without screams or struggles, just vanished.

On the other side, the ranger felt a chill run down his spine.

She had never seen an attack that condensed so quickly and was so powerful, as if it were being used like a normal attack by other Grand Dragons.

She turned and ran away.

Meanwhile, more dragon energy projectiles continued to rain down on the magic tower.

One, two, three...

They rained down on the magic tower like a dense downpour, each explosion causing the tower to tremble and each impact deepening the cracks.

The runes on the tower shattered in large chunks, and the protective light shield collapsed layer by layer.

The tower began to tilt and collapse.

Afra's chanting came to an abrupt halt.

She stood atop the tower, her robes fluttering in the gale, her body trembling from the backlash of her failed spell, her vision completely filled with golden light, and a look of helplessness in her eyes.

Afra remembered clearly that although the Red Emperor's Dragon Aura Bomb was powerful, it required a long preparation time.

This renders it virtually unusable for normal combat.

But now, he can condense the dragon energy bullet in the blink of an eye.

Either the Red Emperor was feigning weakness and deliberately concealing it, or his growth rate, even at the Crown level, was still unbelievably fast.

Regardless of which one it was, Afra felt deep regret.

Afra sighed softly.

Countless dragon energy projectiles came hurtling towards them.

boom!
It's like countless suns shining simultaneously in the sky.

Golden light shone in the sky, evaporating the dark clouds and all the rain, illuminating the entire Ryan Plateau as if it were daytime, making every stone, every blade of grass, and every grain of sand clearly visible.

The sky cleared up.

Only golden light remained, slowly spreading across the sky before gradually dissipating.

On the ground, everyone had already stopped fighting.

They stared at the sky, their eyes stinging from the bright light, yet they did not close them. Even with their legendary experience, they were momentarily lost in thought, their gazes blank.

The Aura Legends did not take the opportunity to attack the enemy in front of them.

They simply gazed at the Red Emperor in the sky, at the scene that seemed like a miracle, yet also like the power to destroy the world, their eyes filled with awe.

The Gluttonous Demon Karu was the first to react.

He looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a deafening howl.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The other legends seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all joined in the shouts, their cries rising and falling, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

As time passed, the light gradually faded, the sky became clear again, cloudless and rainless, and sunlight streamed down from above, illuminating the ravaged earth.

The Red Emperor still hovers in the sky.

The surging golden flames had extinguished, returning to their original color, and were burning slowly and steadily.

His scales were covered in cracks, and almost all of his six claws were broken, but his figure remained upright and his gaze was calm.

The dragon's gaze swept across the land.

On the ground, Varta's body lay mangled and broken.

His hundred arms were all shattered, and his life force was mostly destroyed. Only a small part of his body remained, lying in the deep pit, barely breathing, his chest rising and falling weakly, half-dead.

Golden light flickered on his body, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

Further away, Kahn had disappeared from sight.

This Iron Crown has vanished without a trace; only the mountains he smashed through bear the marks of his existence.

Galos withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky.

The magic tower had shattered completely, turning into countless fragments that fell from the sky, and within those fragments, a figure was falling simultaneously.

Afra.

The Crown of Magic in the Southern Region.

Her robes were torn, her long hair was disheveled, she was covered in blood, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she had lost consciousness as she fell toward the ravaged earth.

ended.

Galos took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He lowered his head, looking at his cracked scales, then raised his head again, his eyes narrowed, gazing in the direction where the sunlight was shining.

"After more than three hundred years of the alternation of the sun and moon, it finally achieved its crown position."

He muttered to himself.

In the entire legendary pursuit of immortality, the Grand rank is the most important watershed. Becoming a Grand rank means obtaining a ticket to a higher level of life and exploring the mysteries of immortality.

Summer of 550 AD (Gregorian calendar).

Two great alliances of nations have come together in legend, led by the Triple Grandmaster and the Magic Crown, to attack the place where the Red Emperor sleeps.

The Red Emperor thus awoke, his dragon roar shaking the heavens. He shattered the celestial phenomena with his sword, his dragon energy condensing like an endless blazing sun. His crowned position surpassed even the mandate of heaven, and with unstoppable might, he swept away all enemies.

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