Fairy Tail: I Am the God

The news that came was that they had been killed by the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

The dragon clan's high-ranking officials were immediately enraged. Since the Ancestral Dragon was in seclusion, all matters, large and small, of the dragon clan were managed by the Heavenly Dragon Ao Tian.

Ao Tian, ​​naturally unwilling to swallow this insult, combined all his old and new grudges, preparing to make both clans pay the price.

The incident involving Leon had already caused panic among some members of the dragon race, and now, an important member of the dragon race's bloodline was being slaughtered, which was a slap in the face to the dragon race.

The same thing was happening simultaneously in the other two clans, with the direct descendants of the Phoenix Ancestor or the Qilin Ancestor dying, and the news that they were killed by the Dragon Clan.

In the primordial wilderness, the air was thick with the aura of slaughter.

War breaks out!

The three races were completely engaged in the war, and not only the three races, but also the vassal races of the three races joined the war...

In an instant, the wilderness was awash in blood, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

The war lasted for a century.

The three ancestors, Zulong, Fengzu, and Linzu, finally broke through to the peak of Quasi-Saint and emerged from their seclusion. However, they only discovered now that the three races had been fighting for a hundred years, and the extent of the conflict was unimaginable.

The three of them were no longer able to stop the war.

Furthermore, as they emerged from seclusion, as the supreme rulers of the three races, they were immediately bound with a killing line, causing their hearts to surge with murderous intent.

Chapter 874 The Power of the Ancestral Dragon, War-Slaying Ancestral Dragon and Phoenix Ancestral Dragon

"Big brother, you... you've emerged from seclusion?"

"The Dragon Palace, the ancestral home of the Dragon Clan," Ao Tian said, looking at the Ancestral Dragon emerging from seclusion with great joy.

Zu Long nodded, and said with a hint of reluctance, "Well, it's a pity I still couldn't go any further!"

"Big brother... I'm so sorry... all three of my seven-clawed bloodline nephews have perished."

Ao Tian looked at Zu Long with a guilty expression, then his face suddenly filled with overwhelming anger: "It was the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan who did it. I, Ao Tian, ​​am sworn enemies with them."

"What! Pfft..." Zu Long staggered back several steps and sat down abruptly.

Three sons! He only had thirteen sons in total.

Nine of them were of mixed blood, and only four were direct descendants. Now that three of them are gone, how could the First Emperor not be heartbroken?

Emperor Zulong sat on the dragon throne, grief-stricken and speechless.

The others in the Dragon Palace didn't dare to utter a sound either. Even Ao Tian didn't say anything. Pure bloodlines of the dragon race were already rare, let alone the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon. Losing three of them at once would be unbearable for the Ancestral Dragon.

quiet!

Dead silence!

The Dragon Palace was eerily quiet.

There wasn't a sound.

Only the aura of the Ancestral Dragon's rage echoed within the Dragon Palace. The pressure of the Quasi-Saint made all the dragons tremble, and even Ao Tian felt a sense of unease, deeply sensing the terrifying power of the Ancestral Dragon.

Suddenly, the First Emperor stood up proudly.

Looking towards the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan, his aura surged, and he roared out a dragon's cry.

"Roar! Dragon warriors, fight! Fight! Fight!"

The First Dragon roared in anger, and immediately all the dragons roared back.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

All the dragons roared, their voices echoing across the primordial land. The roars of the dragons could be heard everywhere, which was also a way for the dragons to summon their people.

Each shout of "War!" was filled with fighting spirit and killing intent. The aura of slaughter slowly rose among the dragons, and a blood-red baleful aura began to spread above them, enveloping every dragon, whose eyes turned bloodshot.

The Phoenix Ancestor and the Qilin Ancestor, who had also emerged from seclusion, were naturally not to be outdone and responded with thunderous roars.

This is a declaration of war against the Dragon Clan, a declaration of war against the Dragon Clan by leveraging the power of the Phoenix and Qilin Clans.

The war between the three races has begun.

Rahu, seated high in the Demon Ancestor's Palace on Mount Sumeru, watched the events unfolding among the three races with a murderous smile on his face, his demonic energy surging.

Hongjun Daoist of Yujing Mountain held the Jade Disc of Creation and looked at the prehistoric world: "A great calamity! Although the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix Ancestor, and Qilin Ancestor have the cultivation of Quasi-Saints, they lack the corresponding Daoist practice and state of mind, allowing them to be entangled by the calamity aura and unable to extricate themselves. How pitiful! How lamentable!"

“The three races are destined to withdraw from the prehistoric world, and I must also prepare for the great war.” Hongjun Daoist’s face was calm as he murmured, “Rahu, the war between you and me is about to begin. Let’s see who can rule the prehistoric world.”

Say it.

Hongjun Daoist disappeared in Yujing Mountain.

……

On a high mountain in the primordial wilderness, Leon looked down at the vast land, his eyes fixed on the west, a barely perceptible hint of mockery playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I lent you my hand to disrupt the primordial world, and I did, but you still owe me my reward! Now we'll see who's stronger, you or Hongjun. Although I already knew the outcome, hehehe..."

War raged across the primordial world, and all the myriad races of the primordial world were drawn into the conflict because of the three races of dragons, phoenixes, and qilin.

at this moment.

Life is incredibly fragile.

Lives are lost in the blink of an eye; tens of thousands of lives are lost every second.

In the primordial world, numerous vortexes of blood energy formed. All the blood energy from the corpses caused by the war between the three races was swept away by these vortexes and carried to Mount Sumeru in the west.

The war between the three races has reached a fever pitch, with the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix Ancestor, and Qilin Ancestor all joining the battle.

At this moment on the battlefield, even a Golden Immortal is nothing more than a pawn, their life too fragile; even a Taiyi Golden Immortal cannot protect themselves.

Only Great Luo Golden Immortals can barely protect themselves, but even Great Luo Golden Immortals perish one by one when faced with one great formation after another.

Zulong, Fengzu, and Linzu clashed together. All three were quasi-saints, and their battlefield was in the heavens. The aftershocks of their battle could injure even the Great Luo Golden Immortals and directly crush the Taiyi Golden Immortals.

As expected of the first nine-clawed golden dragon in the primordial world, the Ancestral Dragon was transformed from a single vein of Pangu, possessing unparalleled strength. Even when the Phoenix Ancestor and the Qilin Ancestor joined forces, the Ancestral Dragon was not afraid at all.

Fighting two quasi-saints alone, Zu Long held his own and even gained a slight advantage.

"Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor, show your true abilities! Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to make a move," Zulong said arrogantly, showing no regard for Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor.

"The First Emperor was an arrogant fool."

"Lord Ancestral Emperor, cease your verbal sparring!"

Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor each unleashed their true abilities: the Southern Bright True Fire and the Nirvana Fire. Phoenix Ancestor controlled two divine fires on both sides and attacked the Ancestral Dragon. Then, he smashed the Phoenix Pearl, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, at the Ancestral Dragon.

boom! ! !

Lin Zu directly used his great supernatural powers.

The Qilin trampled.

Transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall true form, it stepped towards the Ancestral Dragon step by step, spitting out another object from its mouth—the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Qilin Ancestral Plate—and swiping it at the Ancestral Dragon.

Seeing the attacks from Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor, Ancestral Dragon's expression turned solemn. Then, his eyes turned blood red, and he smashed the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Dragon Pearl, towards Phoenix Ancestor. Afterward, he transformed into his true form, a ten-thousand-foot-long nine-clawed golden dragon, and swung a claw at Qilin Ancestor.

Boom boom boom....

A series of booming sounds.

The next moment, all three of them retreated.

Each of them was covered in wounds, but their eyes were bloodshot, devoid of their usual wisdom, and instead filled with a bloodthirsty light.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The three of them immediately started fighting again.

There were no more battles with various supernatural powers; it was all about physical confrontation, fighting with each other's wounds. Even when magical weapons hit them, they felt no pain; all they felt was bloodlust to kill their enemies.

Even at the cost of my own life.

The three fought a great battle outside the nine heavens, while the myriad races of the primordial world fought on the continent. Life was constantly being lost, but a group of men in black would collect the corpses they saw and then fly westward.

In the western part of the primordial continent, on Mount Sumeru, thousands of demon formations stood erect. Inside a palace, Rahu stood with his hands behind his back, his face deep and his gaze fixed on the distant battlefield of the three races.

"What about the deaths of the Black Robe, Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans?" Luo Hou's hoarse voice rang out.

next second.

A dark figure appeared in the palace.

It was the black-robed Grand Protector of the Demon Clan who respectfully bowed to Luo Hou, pondered for a moment, and said, "Although the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan have joined forces, they are still struggling against the Dragon Clan."

The man in black robes paused, a complex expression on his face, and said timidly, "Without the Demon Ancestor's permission, I issued a decree to assist the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan in dealing with the Dragon Clan. I beg the Demon Ancestor to punish me."

As he spoke, the man in the black robe knelt down with a loud thud.

Chapter 875 The Great Calamity Ends, the Three Clans Grieve

Luo Hou looked at the black-robed man kneeling on the ground, trembling, but his face remained expressionless.

The rules within the Demon Clan are extremely strict.