Chapter 1101: Chapter 1101

The fire dragon’s tightly coiled body suddenly stretched open. Its wings spread wide and slammed forward, whipping up a violent gale that fed the raging flames. Even with the suppression from the Dual Fire Qilin, the temperature inside the cavern skyrocketed in an instant. The surrounding rock walls began to melt, dripping downward like glowing magma.

The dragon’s eyes had turned into blazing gold-red lanterns.

At that moment, Lan Mengqin moved. A wave of icy intent burst from her body. A veil of white light expanded outward, enveloping Lan Xuanyu and the other three, shielding them from the suffocating heat. At the same time, a blizzard erupted from her, swirling violently throughout the cave.

Her figure rose slowly into the air as her immaculate Two-Word Battle Armor flowed over her body. Even the exposed skin turned a crystalline white.

Martial Soul Avatar—Heavenly Snow Woman.

Lan Mengqin possessed twin martial souls. Besides her Jade Phoenix Zither, she also carried the Heavenly Snow Woman.

Facing such a formidable foe, all three unleashed their Martial Soul Avatar without hesitation.

A deafening boom shook the cavern as the fire dragon slammed its right foreclaw onto the ground. The thunderous tremor felt as though it would collapse the entire cave. Charging toward it, the Heavenly Stems Qilin were all thrown aside. The protective red aura covering the dragon’s body was astonishingly strong—up to this moment, not one of the three had managed to break through its defenses.

It roared and charged straight toward Lan Xuanyu.

At that instant, the Ten Heavenly Stems Qilin merged into a single massive Qilin, its entire form shining with resplendent five-colored radiance, meeting the fire dragon head-on.

In midair, Bai Xiuxiu hovered lightly. The ice spear in her hand shifted into a deep blue-violet hue, and behind her, the vague silhouette of a great deep-blue dragon flickered into existence. Her eighth soul ring burst with light as she hurled the spear.

With a soft puff, the spear exploded, transforming into a pitch-black vortex. Terrifying suction force erupted outward, yanking violently at the charging fire dragon.

Her eighth soul skill—Abyssal Devour. A wide-range, devastating power. It was her first time ever using it.

Fire elements were torn from the air as they were sucked into the vortex. The fire dragon’s crimson glow dimmed, and its massive body was dragged, slowed, restrained. Were it not for its immense strength, the vortex would have consumed it entirely in an instant.

This ability once belonged to the Abyssal Demon Dragon Queen. If she were the one using it, everything within a hundred-meter radius would collapse into an abyss from which no enemy could escape.

The fire dragon let out a frenzy of roars, struggling desperately, inching forward with immense difficulty.

Lan Mengqin flashed to Bai Xiuxiu’s side. Hand in hand, the two floated in the air, their silhouettes almost overlapping. Mengqin raised her left hand—an ice sword of deep sapphire dropped from above. In an instant, it lengthened into a ten-meter giant blade.

Goddess of Ice and Snow—Frozen Blue Sword.

Years ago, the two had consumed the Ice God Twin Lotus together, intertwining their bloodlines. Even after bonding with different Spirit Souls afterward, even after their bloodlines evolved, that connection had never been severed.

In their Goddess of Ice and Snow state, they could draw soul power from each other to fuel their next attack.

Both had activated their Martial Soul Avatar; their power was at its peak. With their soul power stacked together, the Frozen Blue Sword reached its utmost potency.

With a resounding crack, the ice sword shattered upon impact. But in that same instant, the fire dragon’s body froze—literally. Frost crawled across its scales as it stiffened in place, stunned.

At the same time, Tang Yuge—transformed into the grand Qilin—soared upward. Her eighth soul ring flared brilliantly as she extended her right claw. A streak of multicolored light shot forth, vanishing into the fire dragon’s forehead.

The fire dragon convulsed violently. A moment later, its roar tore the cavern apart, fire exploding outward and shattering all ice. Even the Abyssal Devour vortex was blown to pieces. But the dragon had lost its senses. It no longer charged toward Lan Xuanyu. Instead, it collapsed, thrashing wildly on the ground. Cracks split open everywhere as molten lava bubbled forth.

Bai Xiuxiu, Lan Mengqin, and Tang Yuge regrouped quickly, retreating behind their teammates as layers of defense sprang up.

Bai Xiuxiu gave Tang Yuge a look of genuine astonishment.

“That was my eighth soul skill—Heavenly Stem Divine Needle,” Tang Yuge explained. “The combined power of all Ten Heavenly Stems Qilin condensed into a needle. Single-point penetration. Once used, I need at least fifteen minutes before I can cast it again.”

It was no exaggeration—among Soul Douluo of the same rank, Tang Yuge was near the pinnacle. Her Heavenly Stems Qilin martial soul was unparalleled in history.

With all ten forms unified in a single devastating strike, even a dragon would falter beneath such power.

Yet this fire dragon’s vitality was beyond imagination. Even with its brain pierced, it refused to die. It thrashed madly, the crimson light in its head flashing erratically—each pulse brighter than the last. A storm of terrifying energy surged outward, swelling to the point where it seemed ready to explode.

“Not good—if its body detonates…” Lan Mengqin’s expression paled.

Just then, Lan Xuanyu’s voice rang out.

“Mengqin—heal the fire dragon!”

“…What?” Lan Mengqin froze momentarily, turning toward him. But Lan Xuanyu nodded sharply.

She didn’t hesitate further. Raising her hand, she cast a beam of green healing light directly onto the dragon’s head.

Green light seeped slowly into its skull. The dragon’s body twitched—its agony eased slightly—but moments later it resumed thrashing.

The dragon race possessed extraordinary defense, yet even they could not withstand the Heavenly Stem Divine Needle piercing the brain. The explosion of ten Qilin energies within its skull would have killed any other creature outright. Were it not for its exceptionally resilient cranial bones absorbing most of the impact, it would have died instantly.

“Continue,” Lan Xuanyu urged, raising his voice.

Stream after stream of emerald radiance fell from Lan Mengqin’s hands, soothing the fire dragon repeatedly.

The moment its brain was pierced, the fire dragon had already realized its chances of survival were slim. In desperation, it gathered all remaining dragon power, intending to detonate itself and perish together with its enemies.

But when the healing light touched its skull, part of the trauma was mended. Its awareness cleared slightly. Instinctively, it halted the detonation. When the urge to explode returned, another wave of healing washed over it.

A creature wracked with unbearable pain, suddenly given a moment of relief, would inevitably experience a fleeting lapse in consciousness. And in that tiny moment of distraction, the fire dragon was unable to trigger self-destruction.

Seeing the fire dragon’s fluctuating glow stabilizing and destabilizing again, Tang Yuge couldn’t help feeling awe. Had she been in Lan Xuanyu’s shoes, she would never have thought of such a method. She would have had no choice but to shield her teammates with her Martial Soul Avatar—protecting them even at the cost of her life. She was all the more grateful she had chosen to join this team long ago.

Just then, a dragon’s roar burst from Lan Xuanyu as he shot upward. Beneath him, the Intermediate fire dragon finally ceased struggling.

Qian Lei’s body shone with golden light that gradually faded—his tempering process had concluded.

Lan Xuanyu flashed above the fire dragon. Another resonant dragon cry rang out, and the dragon’s aura weakened visibly.

Its neural pathways had been ravaged by the Heavenly Stem Divine Needle, leaving it unable to properly control its body. Otherwise, it would have attacked long ago. The only thing it could barely manage was manipulation of fire-elemental energy. But under the pressure of Lan Xuanyu’s dragon roar, even its bloodline power suppressed itself—leaving it unable to resist. Follow current novels on NovєlFіre.net

Lan Xuanyu’s hands moved. The Heavenly Sacred Abyssal Halberd plunged into the fire dragon’s back. A cold blue radiance spread along the halberd’s edge, tinting Lan Xuanyu’s entire figure azure. A golden-silver vortex shimmered on his chest—and from it, a burst of seven-colored flame erupted, engulfing him entirely.

He sat cross-legged atop the dragon’s back. The seven-colored flames recoiled inward, pouring into his limbs and bones.

This battle had been fraught with peril, facing the assault of an Intermediate Dragon. But danger and opportunity often came hand in hand. Lan Xuanyu could finally attempt a true Dragon Force Tempering, using the dragon’s full essence as nourishment. For him, the Dragon Force of an Intermediate Dragon was an incomparable treasure—far surpassing any heavenly medicine or treasure.

Seven-colored flames roared around him. His chest was entirely covered in brilliant multicolored scales. Silver scales crept across the left side of his body, gold scales across the right. Even his face was half-silver, half-gold, as though wearing a dual-colored mask.

The flames burned on, spreading and surging. His entire body trembled violently. But having endured the pain of annihilation lightning tempering, his tolerance for agony had vastly increased—and his physique had grown far stronger.

Tempering was primarily the refinement of bloodlines. By igniting the Dragon God blood within him, Lan Xuanyu used the resulting flames to burn his flesh, forcing his body to adapt, accept, and merge the power. During this process, he attempted to fuse the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King bloodlines as much as possible.

Tang Yuge spoke: “I’ll guard the entrance. You all stay here and protect him.”

The cavern could no longer withstand another battle. If not for the terrain suppressing the dragon earlier, killing it would have been significantly harder.

Bai Xiuxiu gazed at Lan Xuanyu—sitting cross-legged on the fire dragon’s back, gripping the Abyssal Halberd—her eyes full of anticipation.

What kind of transformation would true Dragon Force Tempering bring Xuanyu?