With Dragon Emperor Arden dead, Ian Song finally vented his anger. He reached out and grabbed two Storage Rings—one from Arden and one from the current Dragon Emperor.
He erased their spiritual imprints, swept his divine sense inside, and immediately broke into a smile.
Inside Arden's Storage Ring were only a few weapons and tens of thousands of immortal stones.
Immortal stones are rare in the secular world, but with True Dragon Island’s spiritual energy so dense, it’s only natural for them to be produced here.
As for the current Dragon Emperor’s Storage Ring, it also contained immortal stones, though only about a thousand. But there were over ten million top-grade spirit crystals, along with various weapons, divine pills, and treasures.
“Not bad!”
Ian Song stowed both Storage Rings away with satisfaction, then vanished from the valley in the next instant.
When he reappeared, he was already floating above a cluster of palace complexes.
He raised his fist and punched downward—instantly, dozens of palaces collapsed into rubble.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
Several figures flashed into view—suddenly, a handful of True Dragon Clan gods appeared in the sky, though all were only mid-tier gods.
“How dare you, human...!”
“How dare you, my ass!”
Before they could finish, Ian cut them off and casually waved his hand, sending all the mid-tier gods flying.
Then Ian spoke again: “Dragon Emperor Arden and your current Dragon Emperor have both been slain by me. Hand over your Creation Divine Light, or don’t blame me for wiping out the True Dragon Clan!”
“What arrogance!”
A voice full of fury rang out, and three elders stepped through the air, landing right in front of Ian and glaring at him.
“You three are the only high-tier gods left in the True Dragon Clan, aren’t you?” Ian asked with a smile.
At these words, the faces of the three high-tier gods grew even uglier. Inside the Creation Sky Monolith, the True Dragon Clan had lost not just eight high-tier gods, but even their Holy Heir. This had always been a sore spot for the clan, and for the past eight years, everyone had avoided talking about it.
But Ian’s words ripped their wounds open all over again.
One of the high-tier gods glared at Ian Song. “Who exactly are you? State your name, or don’t blame us for being rude!”
“My name is Evan Chu. You’ve probably heard of me!”
Ian replied calmly, not hurried at all.
“Evan Chu! Demon King Chu!”
“You’re actually Evan Chu!”
Hearing Ian’s name, all three high-tier gods looked utterly horrified. After all, it was Evan Chu who had killed eight of their high-tier gods—and even escaped from their Ancestor’s hands.
After a brief panic, one high-tier god regained his composure and said solemnly, “Evan Chu, you barely escaped from our Ancestor before. You should be hiding and clinging to life—how dare you come to True Dragon Island and make trouble? Aren’t you afraid our Ancestor will kill you?”
Ian scoffed, completely unconcerned. “Heh. You really think I was joking just now? Dragon Emperor Arden and your current Dragon Emperor have both been killed by me!”
“Impossible! Our Ancestor is a Transcender—how could you possibly kill him?”
All three high-tier gods shouted in disbelief.
Ian said again, “If you don’t believe me, go check that valley. I’ll wait for you.”
“Fine!”
One high-tier god flickered out of sight. In just a few breaths, he appeared outside the valley. After reporting, he received no reply, and an ominous feeling crept into his heart as he stepped inside.
When he saw the two pools of blood outside the pavilion, his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed.
He could sense clearly that those two pools of blood belonged to Ancestor Arden and the current Dragon Emperor.
“Ancestor and the Dragon Emperor really died by his hand! How is this possible? How is this possible!”
He still couldn’t believe Ian could kill their Ancestor.
But as a high-tier god, he quickly calmed down, though a chill of fear lingered in his heart.
“Well?”
After a while, the high-tier god returned, looking utterly dazed. The other two immediately asked him what he’d found.