At this moment, Evan Chu revealed his five‑clawed Golden Dragon form. But behind the fifth claw was a tiny extra claw—even Evan himself was unaware of it, since he rarely transformed into his dragon body. If he knew, he would be ecstatic, because it meant he was already a six‑clawed Golden Dragon.
A Golden Dragon like this held a status in the Dragon Clan that was second to none—aside from the clan chief and a handful of elders, no one ranked higher. But Evan had no idea about any of this right now. As he transformed into his Divine Dragon form, the lightning element in the sky rapidly condensed into a massive bolt of thunder. This lightning was red, essentially fire‑lightning.
It was about as thick as a bucket, and its sudden appearance caught the Beast King completely off guard. At that moment, he was entranced by Evan Chu’s transformed Divine Dragon form, and because of his enormous size, the red fire‑lightning struck his body dead on.
Evan Chu didn’t know exactly how powerful this fire‑lightning was, but it felt almost as fierce as the Nine‑Heaven Divine Thunder he’d encountered at Skywind Valley. He figured its power wouldn’t be too shabby. The Beast King shuddered violently after being struck, nearly falling out of the sky. A massive hole appeared in his body, dozens of dragon scales were blasted off, and he howled in agony without end.
Evan Chu hadn’t expected the power of this lightning to be so overwhelming. Maybe even his own Lightningshift couldn’t match this kind of force. Heaven and earth energy really was terrifying—this was just a hasty gathering of lightning elements. If he had more time and a higher cultivation realm, who knew what kind of result he could create? He honestly couldn’t imagine it.
After rolling in the air a few times in pain, the Beast King finally calmed down. The arrogance he’d shown earlier was gone, replaced by a numbness that made him feel even worse than the pain from his wounds.
But right now, he had no mind to care about any of that. Evan Chu’s transformation into a Golden Dragon filled him with terror and disbelief. The invisible pressure of bloodline suppression made it hard for him to breathe. He never dreamed that this youth would actually be a Golden Dragon—the purest bloodline in the entire Dragon Clan.
Although Evan Chu had transformed into a Golden Dragon, he knew nothing about most Dragon Clan techniques. His bloodline power hadn’t fully awakened, so there was a lot he didn’t understand. He could unleash dragon flame, but compared to the Beast King’s, his own was nothing special—maybe enough to kill a Divine Martial expert, but useless against a Saint Martial, let alone a Venerable monarch like the Beast King.
Really, he just wanted to scare the Beast King. If the Beast King saw his true body, the bloodline suppression might be so intense that Evan could even make him his underling. Of course, that was unrealistic—even if the Beast King agreed, Evan wouldn’t accept it. This was just a temporary tactic. Once his Chaos Dragon Force recovered, he would definitely kill the Beast King.
He knew the dangers of raising a tiger only for trouble later—he absolutely couldn’t make that mistake. Evan Chu steadied his massive body and didn’t attack the Beast King, because he knew the Beast King must have a lot of questions for him right now. During this window, the Shade Lord should be able to retreat safely.
“You… how can you be Dragon Clan? And not just that, but a Golden Dragon?” The Beast King gritted his teeth through the pain and finally voiced the question burning inside him.
“Impudent Nether Dragon! You see a true Golden Dragon and still don’t kneel—do you think you’re strong enough to rebel?” Evan Chu roared furiously, playing up his domineering act for full effect.
The Beast King’s massive dragon body trembled—he really did feel an urge to submit. But he quickly snapped out of it. “So what if you’re a noble Golden Dragon? This is the Netherworld! Here, only Nether Dragons are the highest dragon bloodline. How did you get into the Netherworld? Did you break the Netherworld Gate? Are you from the Dragon Shrine?”
“Nether Dragon, you talk too much. There are things you’re better off not knowing. I’ll give you a single chance: submit, or be slain. Right now, we’re both in dragon bodies—your dragon flame can’t hurt me, and my defense is far stronger than yours. You have no chance of beating me.
Most importantly, my bloodline will crush yours. If I unleash my full bloodline power, you’ll wish you were dead. Want to test it?” Evan Chu began bluffing the Beast King. In truth, aside from his monstrous defense, his Golden Dragon form couldn’t really compare to the Beast King’s in other ways—especially not in raw attack power.
The Beast King stared at Evan Chu, half convinced and half skeptical. He truly wanted to submit to a Golden Dragon, but he was the king of the Beast Clan—he couldn’t just bow down so easily. Besides, Evan had killed his son and destroyed his city. If not for those two things, maybe he’d reconsider, but now there was no way he could agree.
Meanwhile, Evan Chu was quietly using his spiritual sense to gather lightning elements from the sky. Only lightning had enough destructive power—his last strike had already proved that. Right now, his main goal was to stall for time and amass even more lightning.
Resonating with the lightning element like this was completely silent—unlike before, when martial techniques would instantly reveal themselves. Evan Chu found this skill incredibly useful, perfect for ambushing enemies, and the power was shocking. It fit him to a tee.
“You destroyed my city, killed my beloved son—do you really think I’ll submit to you? You must be dreaming. But now I believe you really did kill the Ghost King. Maybe I’m not your match, but I won’t back down. Worst case, we’ll both die together.” The Beast King’s voice thundered across the sky, making everyone uncomfortable.
“Fine. I gave you a chance, but you insist on being stubborn. I was willing to spare you out of respect for our shared Dragon Clan blood, but you refuse to see reason—don’t blame this Golden Dragon for being ruthless!” Evan Chu roared, unleashing his Dragon King’s Dominion aura in full, flooding toward the Beast King.
“Respect for our Dragon Clan? Then why did you kill my son? Even if you are a noble Golden Dragon, so what? This is the Netherworld—I’ll avenge my son! Prepare to die!” The Beast King could no longer bear it. His colossal dragon body charged straight at Evan Chu.
Evan Chu, even in Golden Dragon form, had learned Windshift, giving him terrifying speed and agility. Before the Beast King’s massive body could reach him, he had already flashed hundreds of li away.
By now, the lightning element he’d gathered was almost as much as before. But if he wanted to seriously wound the Beast King, he still needed more—about double, in fact. Pure dodging wouldn’t work forever; he’d have to clash head‑on a few times. His own defense was just as strong as the Beast King’s. Both were Dragon Clan, and dragon flame was basically useless. This fight would come down to raw power, the tearing force of dragon claws, and the whipping strength of dragon tails—whoever could overpower the other would win.
Evan Chu was fully confident. In a flash, he lashed out with his dragon tail. His Golden Dragon body was much smaller than the Beast King’s Nether Dragon form—a disadvantage in size, but a huge edge in agility.