Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

The Bartley family castle.

Inside the sealed room.

The air seemed to have solidified into lead.

Gravity loses its original meaning here.

Space distorted, emitting a series of teeth-grinding squeezing sounds.

A man with long, fiery red hair and wearing dark red armor was lying prostrate on the ground.

He is an Asura powerhouse from the fire-elemental divine plane, a local overlord.

But at the moment.

He was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Neil Harris didn't dare to look up.

His forehead was pressed tightly against the cold, black stone floor, and cold sweat slid down his temples, only to evaporate into nothingness before it hit the ground due to the intense heat.

Directly in front of him sat a seemingly lazy, black-haired young man.

Raven Bartley.

This name may not be widely known in the various divine realms.

But within the circle of the supreme deity, this represents an absolute taboo.

The four main gods.

A monster unlike any before or since.

"Where are the things?"

Raven's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Neil's heart like a heavy hammer.

Neil shuddered and quickly straightened his upper body, but remained kneeling.

He raised both hands high, holding an antique-style spatial ring in his palms.

"Report back to the Lord God."

"This is all the goods my subordinates have collected."

"A total of 36,500 mythical beast corpses."

"Among them, there are 20,000 lower-level gods, 15,000 middle-level gods, and 1,500 upper-level gods."

When talking about the last few numbers.

Neil's voice carried an undisguised pride.

In order to collect the corpses of these mythical beasts.

His army of gods practically turned the Crimson Flame Continent upside down.

Raven raised his hand.

The spatial ring seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and floated lightly into his palm.

Divine sense probed in.

It was a sea of ​​corpses piled up like mountains.

A thick, pungent stench of blood swirled within the ring's space, where layers of bizarre and grotesque mythical beast corpses lay piled one on top of another.

There was a Crimson Flame Golden Lion whose entire body was engulfed in eternal flames.

A lava dragon with wings on its back and scales that flow like magma.

There is also Cerberus, a three-headed dog with three heads, each spewing poisonous fire.

The body was very well preserved.

Even the divine essence remained within its body.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Raven's eyes.

When these mythical beasts were alive, they might have been powerful figures who commanded respect in their respective regions, revered by countless people.

But now, they are just food.

It is the nourishment that allows him to evolve.

"Well done."

Raven put away the ring and his gaze fell on Neil.

In that instant, Neil felt as if he were being watched by an ancient ferocious beast, and his soul trembled.

"I am fair in rewarding and punishing."

"Since you've put your heart into your work, you'll naturally reap the rewards."

Raven snapped his fingers.

A drop of crimson water appeared out of thin air.

boom!

The temperature inside the sealed room soared instantly.

This is no ordinary flame, but the power of a supreme god containing the will of the laws of heaven and earth!

For powerful individuals who cultivate the laws of fire, this is an unparalleled sacred object.

In critical moments, it can unleash one ten-thousandth of the power of a supreme god.

This is enough to give Neil a trump card to turn the tide or even instantly kill opponents of the same level.

Neil's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the red droplet.

Greed, desire, ecstasy.

A mix of emotions swirled in his eyes.

Although he was an Asura, in front of the main god, he was still just a slightly higher-level employee.

The power of the Supreme God is something that diminishes with every drop used.

Obtaining even a single drop on a normal day is incredibly difficult.

"Thank God for His grace!"

With trembling hands, Neil carefully took out a specially made jade bottle and put the drop of divine power into it.

"Alright, you may leave."

"Keep collecting, don't stop."

Raven waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Yes! I'll take my leave!"

Neil respectfully kowtowed three times before backing away from the secret chamber.

It wasn't until he stepped out of that heavy stone door that Neil felt like he had come back to life.

The invisible pressure inside was terrifying.

Even though Raven hadn't deliberately released his aura, he felt like a small boat in a storm, about to capsize at any moment.

Is this the power of the supreme god?

Neil wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

At the end of the corridor, the sun shone brightly.

A middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic attire was strolling leisurely with his hands behind his back, humming an unknown tune.

Doug Bartley.

The current Duke of the Magnolia Empire is also Raven's biological father.

Neil suddenly stopped in his tracks.

If it were before, or in a different place.

In his eyes, a holy warrior who wasn't even a god was less than an ant.

The wind he stirs up as he passes by could kill a person like him hundreds of times over.

But now.

The cold arrogance on Neil's face melted away instantly, replaced by a smile even more affectionate than when he saw his own father.

He strode forward and stopped five meters away from Doug, bowing slightly.

"Greetings, Duke Doug."

Doug paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the red-haired man in front of him.

"Greetings, Duke Doug."

Doug paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the red-haired man in front of him.

Although he didn't know Neil, he could sense the man's powerful yet restrained aura.

That was an aura countless times more terrifying than any Saint-level expert he had ever seen.

But this very powerful man was bowing and scraping before him at that moment.

This stark contrast greatly satisfied Doug's vanity.

"Oh, it's you."

Doug nodded in a perfunctory manner, even though he had no idea who the other person was.

"Just came from Raven's place?"

"Yes, I just finished reporting to the Supreme God."

Neil's attitude was outrageously humble.

He is very clear.

Can we cling to Raven's coattails?

Besides being efficient in handling affairs, pleasing this retired emperor was also crucial.

This guy may not be very capable, but he's lucky to have a good son.

This is fate.

I can't accept it.

"Raven is just too busy."

Doug sighed and adopted a fatherly demeanor.

"All he does is cultivate all day long, and he never goes out for a walk."

"Sir, what's your name?"

"My subordinate, Neil Harris."

Neil quickly answered, bending even lower.

"Oh, Neil."

Doug patted Neil on the shoulder.

If any other powerful figure had seen this, their jaw would probably have dropped in astonishment.

A mortal pats a powerful Asura on the shoulder?

This is practically touching a tiger's backside.

But Neil didn't dodge; instead, he leaned his shoulder forward, as if afraid Doug would miss.

"Come visit us often in the future."

"I still have a few bottles of my treasured wines. Let's have a drink together sometime."

Doug said with a smile.

"Definitely, definitely!"

"It is my honor to have a drink with His Majesty the Duke."

Neil was flattered, and his smile was as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Neil took his leave.

As Doug watched Neil transform into a streak of red light and disappear into the horizon, the smile on his face gradually faded.

He looked down at his palm, then looked towards the secret chamber deep within the castle.

"You brat."

"You've really made something of yourself..."

Doug muttered something.

He walked with his hands behind his back, swaying slightly, humming a little tune as he continued his stroll.