Chapter 118: The Third Elder of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle Clan

“You… stop, don’t kill me!” As the dark sword descended toward his forehead, feeling the icy breath and the scent of death, he was truly terrified this time—for the first time, he realized death was so close. He regretted facing this evil man and regretted engaging in a fight with him.
Unfortunately, there was no remedy for regret. His remorse was useless; he could only watch as the sword continued to fall and feel the increasingly fierce sword energy.
“Stop!” Just as everyone thought the young clan leader of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle Clan was about to die, just as he himself felt despair, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out. Immediately afterward, an overwhelming force rushed toward his back. A cold smile appeared on Rod’s lips.
“Finally, you’re taking action?” he muttered to himself. He swiftly pulled back his sword and turned his left hand into a palm, striking backward!
Boom… A dull sound erupted. The immense force made Rod’s palm numb, and he felt suffocated. He had to take several steps back before he could stabilize himself.
“Third Elder, save me!” Seeing this sudden appearance, the once-desperate young clan leader’s pale face lit up with hope and excitement as he cried out loudly. He rushed over to the old man, panting heavily, and stared at Rod in horror.
“You want to save him?” Rod asked coldly, looking at the suddenly appeared old man.
More members of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle Clan. Moments later, several figures appeared—all from that clan, the same group he had encountered when entering the city. Clearly, they were allies of the young clan leader.
In fact, Rod hadn’t intended to kill him; he just wanted to scare this cowardly man. Additionally, he sensed a powerful presence nearby, knowing someone must be watching secretly. So he just pretended to act, aiming to scare the young clan leader. Who would have thought the hidden figure was actually an elder of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle Clan?

Looking at the guy with a hint of meaning, Rod’s face showed a faint smirk. Things didn’t seem as simple as he had imagined; there seemed to be much more hidden behind it. It appeared that the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan wasn’t that united either. At least, judging from this elder’s behavior, he wouldn’t have stepped in to save the young clan leader unless it were a matter of life and death.

“You brat, don’t be so arrogant. Our Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan isn’t something you, a mere youngster, can bully. Name your family—you can’t take responsibility for today’s actions!” The old man glared at Rod coldly and asked in a stern voice.

He had arrived here early and watched his young clan leader being bullied without intervening. He just wanted to use someone else’s hand to teach a lesson to his own young master, who was usually afraid of the strong and bullied the weak. He hoped to give his young master a lesson, but who would have thought it would end up so badly—almost costing the young master his life. If anything really happened to his young master, he wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.

Looking at Rod, the old man grew even more wary. He had seen the Young Master’s Thunder Nine Heavens before and knew its power. Who would have thought it could be countered in that way? He now had a new understanding of the strength of this young man. He didn’t believe this boy was just an ordinary, unknown kid. With such strength and at such an age, he could be considered exceptionally talented—something no ordinary family could possess.

He couldn’t act rashly. Although the Dark Source was constantly in conflict, he still knew very well when to fight and when not. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reached the position of elder. By now, Rod had already been classified among the descendants of great clans.

“Stop talking nonsense. I’m alone—just do as I say!” Rod tightened his grip on the Dark Dragon, took a deep breath, and spoke firmly. This old man was strong—truly worthy of being an elder of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan. He at least had the strength of mid-stage or even late-stage divine level; he couldn’t be underestimated.

“Elder, kill him! Kill him now! That damned guy almost killed me just now and insulted our Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan. We can’t let him live!” Seeing that the elder didn’t seem to intend to act, the young clan leader grew anxious and hurriedly pleaded with the elder.

“Shut up! I know about this!” The elder glared coldly at the young clan leader and said impatiently. How dare he speak such things after having lost face? If not for his shamelessness, others would feel ashamed on his behalf. Seeing the people around whispering and laughing at the scene, the old man was filled with rage!

“Young people are indeed reckless, but I warn you—there are times when recklessness is acceptable, and times when it’s not, as it could cost you your life! Since you refuse to reveal your origins today, don’t blame me for being heartless!” With a cold snort at Rod, the old man suddenly lunged forward, taking seven steps in an instant, appearing before Rod like the Big Dipper stars. Then, he reached out with his hand, aiming to grab Rod’s throat.

With a cold gaze, how could Rod let him succeed so easily? With a loud shout, he quickly retreated, moving backward along the ground in a strange manner.

At the same time, dark dragon energy burst from his hand, emitting black light as it struck the old man’s arm!

He couldn’t afford to delay against this guy. Not only was there a strength disparity, but there were also several Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles watching eagerly behind him, which posed a serious threat. These guys weren’t part of the Four Great Families, so they weren’t restricted by divine transformation rules. As long as they reached the Saint level and had some luck, they could transform into human form. The few standing behind the old man were all at the Saint level, at least mid-stage. If they joined forces to surround him and buy time for the old man, it would be troublesome.

“You fool, seeking death!” Seeing Rod swing a sword straight at his arm at such speed that made the old man gasp in shock, he realized Rod was truly ruthless. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, his arm might have been severed by now.

His murderous intent grew stronger. He spoke loudly, swiftly twisting his hand, and several seals were completed in an instant. Suddenly, the once calm sky turned dark with clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Each bolt was as thick as a wrist and was purple in color, just as powerful as those used by the young clan leader earlier. He was now determined to kill.

“If I can defeat you once, I can do it again!” Cornered, dozens of lightning bolts struck him at once. Rod was also terrified but, with no choice, he shouted loudly and began to fight back!

A long howl echoed through the air—as Fiery Heaven appeared beside Rod. The situation was urgent; upon seeing the lightning rushing toward them, Fiery Heaven let out a fierce cry and unleashed several powerful fire spells in an attempt to defend against it.

Fiery Heaven’s appearance naturally drew astonishment from everyone, with many expressing shock! A dragon’s breath—everyone could sense it emanating from Fiery Heaven.

Since reaching the Sacred level, Fiery Heaven’s aura had grown increasingly powerful, now on par with that of any giant dragon. Thus, everyone could easily detect its presence.

“Dragon’s Fury! He’s from the dragon race!” Some discerning experts immediately recognized Fiery Heaven’s identity and exclaimed in amazement. Everyone assumed Rod’s move was the dragon race’s ultimate attack, Dragon’s Fury—just like the move Sognar had used in the Void Space earlier.

“Break through!” Rod didn’t care what others thought or said. With a solemn expression, he shouted loudly. With Fiery Heaven’s assistance, Rod moved like a soaring dragon, leaving trails of dark light behind him. Dark dragons danced in the air, and fierce winds swept sand and stones.

Wherever Fiery Heaven passed, flames of red spread like a raging dragon in the river!

Boom, boom, boom… Intense noises rang out as the lightning disintegrated rapidly under such attacks. The thunderous sounds filled the air, and clouds of white smoke blocked everyone’s vision. When the smoke cleared, Rod reappeared before them.

Standing there with a sword in one hand, he gazed upward at the sky, a cold smirk on his lips. “Do you want to continue?” he asked coldly, pointing his sword at the old man across from him.

“Dragon race! You belong to the giant dragons, the Fire Dragon clan!” The old man’s expression changed completely. Looking at Rod, he and the members of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles clan paled. They never expected their opponent to be from the dragon race—one of the two strongest clans among the so-called Four Clans of Darkness.

Everyone stared at Rod with complex expressions, not knowing what to say. Especially the young leader of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles clan, who now looked resentful yet helpless. The dragon race was not someone they could afford to offend. At that moment, panic set in among them. From Rod’s use of Dragon’s Fury earlier, they could conclude he was indeed a member of the dragon race. Though they didn’t understand why Dragon’s Fury had mutated, its aura was unmistakable. Offending the dragon race meant even they, who were considered the Sixth Clan, would be no match.

“Shape-Shifting Grass, did you take the Shape-Shifting Grass? I never expected… haha, I never expected to encounter the dragon clan!” The old man’s expression also changed drastically, his laughter carrying a hint of helplessness and bitterness. Frowning as he looked at the group, Rod couldn’t figure out how he had become part of the dragon clan. Could it be because of Burning Heaven? What was wrong with these guys? Glancing at the old man and the group of Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles, he said, “If we’re going to fight, let’s do it—no more talk!”