Chapter 0187: Who Are You?

Flo swung his claw directly at Gusta with the force of an earthquake, as if thousands of mountains were pressing down on him.

A fierce look flashed across Flo’s proud face. Half a year ago, the dragon race had lost much of its prestige. This time, he and another supreme elder of the dragon race, Gran, had come from Panlong Star with the intention of restoring the dragon race’s glory. Unexpectedly, they had encountered such a perfect opportunity now.

If he could defeat and kill this chubby man at the peak of the Sacred Realm, and then use some tactics to intimidate the islands of the sea tribes, the dragon race’s prestige would surely rise again.

With a powerful strike from Flo, Gusta was shocked. He roared loudly, his entire body filled with necrotic magic energy, which he then channeled into punches aimed at Flo.

The necrotic magic energy seemed to possess spiritual vitality, gradually coalescing into one demon after another.

The Rule of Death was one of the six major rules, more powerful than the seven elemental laws. The necrotic magic energy that Gusta cultivated belonged to the Rule of Death.

When this energy, brimming with spiritual power, was unleashed to create various demons, it meant entering the Divine Realm.

Boom!

Amidst the terrified gazes of everyone present, a loud explosion rang out.

Both Gusta and Flo, the supreme elder of the dragon race, were sent flying back.

As they retreated, the residual force of their attacks scattered, sweeping away countless debris from the surrounding buildings.

Those watching from afar, such as Romen and Kayel, also stepped back in shock.

Flo was surprised that his strike had been met so effectively. Since Gusta had only just reached the peak of the Sacred Realm, Flo could see that he had expected his attack to seriously injure him. After all, Flo had been in the Sacred Realm for over a thousand years—nearly two thousand—having almost fully mastered one of the primal forces of the Golden Law and truly stepping into the Divine Realm. Coupled with his Golden Dragon body, he was comparable to ordinary beings in the Divine Realm.

But now, he couldn’t even harm a mere figure at the peak of the Sacred Realm?

What surprised him even more was that the necrotic magic energy from the other party contained traces of pure dragon power.

How was that possible? The other party wasn’t a dragon—how could they possess dragon power?

As for Gusta, he was sent flying, feeling his internal energy surge violently. He was also shocked.

Over the past year, he had trained under the Yellow Dragon, mastering a technique called the “Soul Devouring Art,” and constantly consumed the pills refined by the Yellow Dragon, especially the Dragon God Pill, which strengthened his physique and granted him some of the dragon race’s abilities. His physical strength was comparable to that of ordinary dragons. Even the current Dragon Emperor, Fli, was not much stronger than him.

As Gusta fought against the Dragon Clan’s Supreme Elder Flo, a scream rang out at the same time. Ford was hit by Nat’s punch and flew backward. At that moment, the Yellow Dragon arrived on the scene. Gusta and Nat retreated to the Yellow Dragon’s side, while only Borg and Gab, who had gone mad after his wife’s death, continued to fight from afar. Gab was quite strong, at the mid-stage of the Sacred Realm, and with his reckless, all-out attacks, Borg couldn’t deal with him for the time being. As Gusta and Nat retreated to the Yellow Dragon’s side, Flo, Romen, Kyle, and the others finally noticed the Yellow Dragon. Earlier, when Borg and Ford were fighting, there were many onlookers. When Romen and the others arrived, they thought the Yellow Dragon was just another spectator. Seeing the Yellow Dragon, Flo felt a sense of familiarity, but he was sure he had never seen it before, which puzzled him. Not only Flo but also Romen, Kyle, and the others had the same feeling. However, Gusta had just shown the strength of a peak Sacred Realm warrior, yet now he stood behind the Yellow Dragon with a respectful demeanor. The identity of the Yellow Dragon became mysterious and unfathomable in everyone’s eyes. A peak Sacred Realm warrior was not like other warriors in that status alone could subdue them; strength was also required. Even the Emperor of the Empire couldn’t do it. There were no more than ten such peak Sacred Realm warriors on the Hengyuan Continent. Of course, this did not include those like Flo who hid in dimensional spaces outside the Hengyuan Continent. Standing ten meters away from the Yellow Dragon, a golden flame emerged from Flo’s body, and his aura grew stronger by the moment. He stared at the Yellow Dragon, sensing a threat from it, and his proud expression faded significantly. Seeing Flo in such a state, Romen and Kyle were shocked, even though they knew the peak Sacred Realm warrior who had fought Flo earlier was just one of the young man’s subordinates. Their gaze toward the Yellow Dragon kept changing. They knew Flo’s identity—he was the Dragon Clan’s Supreme Elder. His status was even higher than that of the current Dragon Emperor, Fli, and his strength was unfathomable. But beyond shock, Romen and Kyle felt fear. They could now see that Borg had not only regained his strength but also reached the high stage of the Sacred Realm. That wasn’t what scared them the most; what terrified them was the Yellow Dragon and the others accompanying Borg. If it weren’t for Flo being with them this time, they would likely have already perished. Now, all they could hope for was that Flo would defeat or even kill that mysterious, unfathomable young man and the peak Sacred Realm warrior behind him. Otherwise, they would end their lives here.

Flo stared intently at the Yellow Dragon. Gradually, his expression grew more solemn, until finally, a sense of awe arose in his heart—something he hadn’t felt in a thousand years. The young man before him stood there casually, as if he were part of this endless sea. And he, Flo, was merely an island adrift in that endless sea. It seemed that as long as the young man moved, he could stir up monstrous waves and drown him. Could it be? A possibility flashed through Flo’s mind, causing his expression to change instantly. “Elder of the Dragon Clan,” said the Yellow Dragon as Flo was filled with doubt. His tone was indifferent, yet his eyes emitted a dazzling light, like a fleeting star. Under the night sky, the moonlight stretched out everyone’s shadows. Sensing the murderous intent from the Yellow Dragon, Flo was shocked inwardly—was this man an enemy of the Dragon Clan? “Who are you?” Flo asked in a low voice. “Hasn’t Fli told you?” the Yellow Dragon sneered. Flo’s gaze grew confused. Fli? Why would Fli mention this young man to him? Since leaving Dragon Planet, only one name had often reached his ears: the Yellow Dragon. The Yellow Dragon?! Suddenly, Flo’s expression changed drastically. His pupils narrowed as he compared the young man before him to the Yellow Dragon described by his brother Fli. “That… seems to be the Yellow Dragon!” “Which one? Huh! It really does seem to be Elder Yellow Dragon!” “It’s Elder Yellow Dragon!” “It’s truly Elder Yellow Dragon!” At that moment, some of the powerful warriors watching from afar recognized the Yellow Dragon and began to exclaim in shock. In an instant, the crowd erupted into chaos—filled with excitement, admiration, and fanaticism, speaking incoherently. Elder Yellow Dragon? Romon, Kayel, and the others heard the crowd’s uproar and their expressions changed drastically. Their eyes were filled with terror as they stared at the Yellow Dragon. Romon and Kayel even stepped back unconsciously. The Yellow Dragon—a warrior of the Divine Realm! The number one figure below the divine level in the Continent of Eternal Yuan! Now, they finally understood why Bog’s cultivation not only recovered but also reached the advanced stage of the Sacred Realm. It was because of the Yellow Dragon! The Yellow Dragon—a god who kept creating miracles! Flo was struck like by lightning. A hint of panic flashed across his solemn face, and the overwhelming aura around him suddenly weakened. Since leaving Dragon Planet, the Yellow Dragon had only been a peak warrior of the Sacred Realm. Flo had even declared his intention to kill him. But later, news spread that the Yellow Dragon had ascended to the Divine Realm and defeated Wendy, the Goddess of Life of the Dark Forest Temple. What shocked him even more was that during the journey to the Sacred Mountain, the four-winged angel Tobid nearly died at the hands of the Yellow Dragon.

No matter how arrogant he was, when these two pieces of news spread, he was so frightened that he retracted his declaration of killing the Yellow Dragon.
“The Yellow Dragon!” Flo never expected the young man before him to be the Yellow Dragon! Truly the Yellow Dragon!
The Yellow Dragon ignored the chatter of the people in the distance, focusing on Flo. Then he stretched out his hand. Under Flo’s terrified gaze, the hand grew infinitely larger, covering the sky and earth, leaving no escape. Next, the Yellow Dragon clenched his hand, and Flo felt a tightness in his mind as he let out a agonized scream.
Flo then screamed in terror, all his guilty and negative emotions surging to the surface.
The Soul-Devouring Hand!
Back when attacking the Holy Mountain, even the four-winged angel Tobid lost control under this hand—let alone Flo, who was at the peak of the Holy Land.
“Indeed, I am the Yellow Dragon!” At that moment, the Yellow Dragon’s indifferent voice rang out. Then, a sword aura appeared in his hand. With a swing, the sword aura sliced through space.
The sharp sword aura flashed in the moonlight before cutting across Flo’s neck!
Flo’s screams ceased; there wasn’t even a cry of pain. Amidst terror, Flo, the supreme elder of the dragon race, ended his powerful and arrogant life.
Flo’s head rolled to the ground. At the moment of death, his human form transformed into a dragon form. As he fell, a sixty-zhang-long golden dragon crashed onto the ground of Tianpeng Island with a thunderous noise.
Luo Men, Kayel, and the others stared in shock at what was happening before them.
Dead? Their senior Flo had died like this?
A powerhouse at the peak of the Holy Land, the supreme elder of the dragon race—dead like this?
They were utterly stunned.
Meanwhile, many of the guards around Tianpeng Island trembled, their faces pale. Now they realized the enemy they faced was none other than Senior Yellow Dragon!
Back during the Dark Forest Empire’s martial competition, they had heard stories of the Yellow Dragon slaying dragons, but they had taken them as mere tales. Now, the reality of dragon slaying was right before their eyes.
While Tianpeng Island and White Mist Island’s people were in terror, the onlookers in the distance were filled with amazement and disbelief. Their gazes toward the Yellow Dragon grew even more fervent. Some commoners on the islands knelt down, worshipping him as if he were a deity. Some warriors shouted wildly, “Senior Yellow Dragon is the strongest!”
After killing Flo, the Yellow Dragon approached Flo’s dragon corpse.
The Dragon God Pill, made from the dragon bodies of Moro and Odo last time, was almost used up. Now, as the Yellow Dragon prepared to craft another Dragon God Pill, he needed another dragon body.

Undoubtedly, Flo’s dragon body was far stronger than Moro’s and even Eod’s.
The Dragon God Pill refined at that time would be even more effective.
By summoning the Five Pits Divine Cauldron, the Yellow Dragon enclosed Flo’s dragon body and the falling dragon head within it.