Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

A fierce wind blew through the air, ruffling the girl's long, dark red hair. She looked up at the Azure Dragon fighting for her.

I feel a sense of peace I've never felt before.

The battle within the temple continued, with blood-stained scales falling continuously from the sky, a mixture of blue and white, landing on the malachite steps with dull, thudding sounds.

Thanks to the dominance brought by the dual-color Haki in battle, the balance of the battle gradually tilted in Lin Yuan's favor.

With his Observation Haki fully activated, everything on the battlefield entered "bullet time." Every claw strike, sweep, and even the muscle contraction before exerting force by the White Dragon was within his prediction, and the trajectory of his attacks was clearly visible.

However, the Azure Dragon's body was too large to move as nimbly and freely as a human or a half-dragon form.

Lin Yuan could only try his best to avoid vital points, and several huge wounds inevitably appeared on the dragon's body, with excruciating pain constantly stimulating his nerves.

"This size is really inconvenient." Lin Yuan dodged while fully utilizing his Armament Haki.

With his current level of proficiency, he cannot cover the entire dragon body with his domineering aura. He can only concentrate his domineering aura on the dragon's claws and fangs at the moment of attack in order to cause maximum damage.

This fierce fighting style caused Bai Long to suffer a great loss in this close combat.

He is a pure-blooded dragon who sits on a high throne and possesses a near-immortal life, but this has become his current weakness.

He could bring down devastating natural disasters against his former enemies simply by using the power of words and making any move.

But now, when the power of words fails and He needs to fight with sharp teeth and claws, He finds himself somewhat powerless.

But Lin Yuan couldn't win the battle immediately, as the white dragon once again demonstrated the terrifying vitality of pure-blooded dragons.

No matter how many wounds he inflicted on the white dragon, the white dragon's offensive did not weaken in the slightest; each pounce and tail swipe still carried immense force.

The Nibelungen is resonating with Him, constantly replenishing His energy. As long as He is not killed in one blow, the White Dragon's stamina is inexhaustible.

Bai Long became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

His alarm stemmed from the shock of his own power being shaken.

Since stealing the White King's reverse scale and using the authority of a monarch to construct this "Duat", although He has been trapped here in a self-imposed prison, He has also been far from death.

For thousands of years, He has never slept in a cocoon.

The "Osiris" who previously sat on the throne, and the half-dragon form that shed its divine disguise, were merely illusions projected by the White King's reverse scale, manifestations of will used to communicate with the outside world.

His dragon body remained deep within the starry sky of the dome, overlooking the prey that had intruded into the temple.

He is the strongest second-generation being under the White King's throne. Except for never having possessed true monarchical authority, he considers himself no less than the four first-generation monarchs created by the Black King himself.

But right now, they are being suppressed by an unheard-of Azure Dragon. Not only is the opponent immune to elemental damage, but its melee skills and ferocity are also unbelievable. What kind of monster is this?

The intense shock caused memories that had been sealed away by time to surge in Bai Long's mind. He stared at Lin Yuan's dark golden vertical pupils, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

He felt he had seen this azure dragon somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

Because He never truly fell into slumber, His memories were too vast and ancient, and many details about ancient times have become blurred in the long, endless light.

The prolonged and unsuccessful attack, coupled with the humiliation of repeated setbacks, caused Bai Long to lose his last bit of patience.

He resolved to use another power, as a second-generation descendant of the White King lineage, which could eliminate the opponent's soul in the spiritual realm.

Although He had sensed before that His priests were suffering a backlash for using this power on Lin Yuan.

But the petty tricks of mortals are not even one ten-thousandth of His.

In terms of the vastness of the spirit, as the next generation after the White King, He possesses an unparalleled confidence.

Taking advantage of a moment of struggle, Bai Long risked having a large chunk of flesh torn from his shoulder to get extremely close to Lin Yuanlong's head.

Those eyes, which were originally golden cross-shaped, were now swallowed by crimson, and were locked on Lin Yuan's eyes.

A mental attack! Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Back in Saqqara, that bald priest used the same method to ambush him.

Although that attempt was unsuccessful, the white dragon before him had already demonstrated its terror throughout the entire battle. Faced with such a mental attack from a next-generation species, Lin Yuan was not confident that he could escape unscathed.

However, before he could even defend himself, the white dragon had already entered his mental world, though Lin Yuan was completely unaware of this.

The moment he successfully crossed the spiritual boundary, the White Dragon was overjoyed. In His view, no matter how strong Lin Yuan's body was, he was ultimately a brute without spiritual authority, and his soul should be no match for the White King's lineage.

However, the scene before him defied His common sense.

The white dragon's consciousness descended into a chaotic world, where endless thunderstorms raged and there was no concept of sky or earth.

Deep within the endless, chaotic storm, He sensed an "existence".

Following that aura, He saw a giant azure scale, its edges flowing with lightning, its surface reflecting the life of the entire chaotic world.

His consciousness extended upwards along the scales, passing through thunderclouds and sweeping across the burning sea of ​​his heart, yet he could never see the full picture of that "existence".

Just as the white dragon was trying to peek more, the great being seemed to have been alerted.

Two points of dark golden light shone from the depths of the thunderclouds, like two stars awakening from their slumber.

Those are... eyes.

From those eyes, Bai Long saw... pity.

Countless images from ancient times exploded in my mind: rolling seas of clouds, blood-soaked kings, and that azure figure.

He finally remembered where that sense of familiarity came from.

The next second, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

The spirit of the white dragon, along with the entire world it saw, exploded like a mirror into countless fragments.

Consciousness returned to reality, and the white dragon's mental space suffered a backlash, leaving him frozen in place.

Lin Yuan looked at the white dragon, who had suddenly fallen into a daze, and felt it was utterly absurd.

Just as the opponent's eyes turned bloodshot, he felt a genuine sense of crisis and prepared for the impending soul attack with all his might.

As it turned out, this second-generation species was exactly like the bald priest in the Saqqara dungeon, pretending to unleash a powerful attack before inexplicably freezing in place.

Is the White King lineage's unique skill targeting the soul a bizarre technique specifically designed to control oneself?

Despite his confusion, Lin Yuan's actions showed no hesitation. In this life-or-death situation, the enemy's exposure of such a fatal opening was tantamount to surrendering their life. Dark Armament Haki flowed along the blue scales, converging entirely on his right dragon claw. The surrounding air crackled and popped under the pressure of this force.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing armor echoed above the temple. A domineering dragon claw tore through the white dragon's scales with overwhelming force, piercing deep into its chest. Sharp finger bones pierced through flesh and blood, and the five fingers spread wide, grasping the burning dragon's heart.

A dull, cracking sound echoed within the white dragon's body.

Only after Lin Yuan crushed the dragon's heart did the white dragon's consciousness break free from the abyss, but it was all too late. The shattered heart could no longer provide life to the white dragon's body, and even the Nibelungen could no longer save it.

Amidst the spray of golden blood, the white dragon plummeted from the starry dome.

In the raging wind, those gradually graying, star-shaped eyes looked at Lin Yuan.

"The fire thief..."

The last words drifted away on the wind, and the hundred-meter-long dragon crashed into the temple with a deafening roar, sending plumes of dust billowing into the sky.

Chapter 108 Awakening Conqueror's Haki (Please Subscribe)

As the white dragon's life force was extinguished, the Azure Dragon Fruit within Lin Yuan's body emitted an unprecedented tremor, and enormous energy poured into Lin Yuan's body through the void.

This power far exceeded the sum of all the energy he had previously absorbed.

Large plumes of white mist rose from the wounds on the Azure Dragon's body as the skin and flesh intertwined and healed, and newly grown azure dragon scales covered the wounds, making them as smooth as ever.

But this is just the beginning; an even more astonishing transformation is about to begin.

Lin Yuan's already enormous dragon body underwent a second expansion amidst the wind and thunder, climbing all the way to over 120 meters.

Back in the Valley of the Gods, the Azure Dragon that transformed from the fruit he first ate was only a little over a hundred meters long.

This Azure Dragon Fruit from another world, after drinking its fill of ancient dragon blood, is undergoing a leap to a higher level of life.

Lin Yuan had a premonition that as long as he continued to hunt pure-blooded dragons, he could grow to a level that even he himself could not imagine.

In addition to the physical transformation, the spiritual energy becomes richer.

The vast spiritual energy accumulated by the white dragon over thousands of years violently washed over Lin Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, igniting all the past throbbing deep within his bloodline.

Amidst the dragon's roar that shook the starry sea, an invisible pressure swept out from Lin Yuan's center, causing ripples in the space wherever it passed. Several strands of crimson-black lightning appeared out of thin air and wandered around his dragon body.

Feeling the power deep within his soul that could make all things submit, Lin Yuan narrowed his dark golden vertical pupils.

This feeling... he knew it all too well.

During his three years in the world of One Piece, he longed countless times to possess this ticket to become a top-tier powerhouse.

But he could never obtain it, which made him think that he did not have the "qualification" to make the world bow down.

Only today, bathed in the blood of the next generation, has he finally gained this power.

Lin Yuan suddenly realized that possessing Conqueror's Haki was not based on some vague and ethereal talent.

Rather, it is the world's response to you when you choose to place your will above rules, gods, and even fate.

Lin Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of scorching dragon breath, sweeping away all the desires and unfulfilled wishes of the past.

The kingly qualities that define the pinnacle of the pirate world awaken at this moment.

Lin Yuan couldn't wait to test the power of Conqueror's Haki. His eyes scanned the temple, and he thought of the mummy Deadpool who had been sitting on either side of him pretending to be gods.

These Deadpools, reduced to mere fighting instincts, are actually the perfect training dummies for testing Conqueror's Haki.

After searching around, they discovered that all the Deadpools and monsters who had originally dressed up as gods in the Hall of Two Truths had now turned to dust.

After the white dragon died, they also lost their spirituality and became lifeless, inanimate objects.

Lin Yuan suddenly realized why killing the priests and death servants in the underground palace had failed to provide nourishment for the Azure Dragon Fruit.

After all that, their souls had already been devoured by this next-generation species, leaving behind only empty shells.

That poor high priest was still dreaming of following the gods and ruling the world; now, looking back, how ridiculous he was.

Lin Yuan, feeling disheartened, retracted his dragon body and, in a burst of light, transformed into a half-dragon form over five meters tall.

He walked to the golden scales in the center of the Hall of Truth. These scales seemed to be protected by the Nibelung Laws, remaining intact despite the fierce battle just now.

Looking at the towering, pure gold balance scales that stood over ten meters tall, Lin Yuan thought that if he could take this thing out, he could probably sell it for a lot of money.

His gaze then fell on the other side of the scale, on the White King's Reverse Scale, which was nearly three meters tall and emitted a pure white light.

According to Mai Shude, as long as it is destroyed, the curse on the hybrids afflicted by the "Dream of Duat" can be lifted as long as they are not asleep.

Only two or three days have passed since the curse broke out. If saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, then the pagoda he created with this punch is probably taller than this Hall of Two Truths.

Thinking this, Lin Yuan threw a punch.

"clang!"

Ni Lin was blasted away by the immense force, crashing into a distant wall before falling back to the ground.

But when Lin Yuan got closer to examine it, he found that the scales were not even broken, not even a faint mark was left.

"It's a bit hard."

Lin Yuan refused to believe it. He unleashed a full-force attack on Reverse Scale, with the three elements of wind, thunder, and fire intertwined on his dragon claw and covered it with Armament Haki.

The result was the same; the reverse scale was simply blasted even further away, and there was still no trace of a crack.

Lin Yuan was now in a bit of a predicament. When he entered Nibelungen, he did not bring his Guan Dao with him in order to protect Nono. In his unarmed state, it seemed that his physical destructive power was not enough to damage this rebellious area.

If they can't destroy this insurmountable barrier, how can they break Nono's curse? And how can they leave this Nibelungen?

Just as he was in a dilemma, Nono ran in from outside.

She sensed the devastating commotion in the temple subside. Although she didn't know who had won, she was still worried about Lin Yuan.

The first thing that catches the eye is the corpse of the white dragon.

"You actually... killed Him?"

Although she had been praying for Lin Yuan outside the temple, hoping that he could defeat the next generation of the species.

But when she actually saw the white dragon's corpse, she was still so shocked that she was speechless.

"Hmm, she's a bit troublesome, but luckily I'm still a cut above the rest." Seeing Nono enter, Lin Yuan deactivated his half-dragon form and reverted to his human appearance.

Hearing that the battle was finally over, Nono's tense nerves relaxed, and the fatigue suppressed by adrenaline surged up again.

Nono shook her head and asked subconsciously, "Then... is the curse lifted? I'm so sleepy right now, I really want to take a nap."

"You can't sleep yet!" Lin Yuan strode to her side, pointed to the White King's Reverse Scale in the distance, and said in a serious tone.

"The curse is not over yet; we must find a way to destroy the 'Wings of Mayat'."