You’re quite thoughtful, aren’t you

"You are courting death!"

Ao Yu's roar did not come from his throat, but exploded from his chest, carrying all the unwillingness, anger, jealousy, and despair he had accumulated over the past five years.

His cultivation base at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm erupted without reservation, shattering the wine cups on the long tables on both sides.

Ao Yu's speed was astonishing. All the power of the peak Void Refinement Realm was poured into his strike. The terrifying demonic power wrapped around his fist, smashing toward Qin Hao's face like a meteor.

In his extreme rage, Ao Yu could not think too much. He only had one thought at this moment: to smash Qin Hao's face into a pulp with a single punch, to let this arrogant human brat know the consequences of touching something he should not have.

Facing Ao Yu's fierce attack, Qin Hao calmly withdrew the hand he had placed on Ji Ruxue's ear. It slid down from the tip of Ji Ruxue's ear and gently brushed through her hair.

This provocative movement made Ji Ruxue's body tremble. Seeing this scene, Ao Yu's eyes turned bloodshot, and the strength in his hand increased by a few degrees.

"Die! Go to hell!" Ao Yu roared through gritted teeth.

Qin Hao merely raised his hand lightly, spreading his five fingers, and took Ao Yu's attack head-on.

"Bang!"

A muffled blast shook the ground, and shockwaves exploded from the center of their collision. However, other than Qin Hao and the other two juniors, everyone present was a mighty figure at the Immortal Lord level or above. This bit of impact was like nothing to them.

Qin Hao stood in place, not taking a single step back. His right hand firmly grasped Ao Yu's fist. Ao Yu's expression changed. He found that his fist was held in Qin Hao's palm, completely immobilized, as if clamped by iron tongs—he could neither advance nor retreat.

"What? This human brat... how is this possible?"

Ao Yu looked up at Qin Hao, his eyes full of astonishment. His full-power punch was actually caught by this human brat. Not dodged, not deflected, but caught head-on! Did this not mean that this human brat's strength was even greater than his own?

How could that be? He was of the Dragon Clan! How could a human brat's physical body be stronger than that of a dragon?

Not giving Ao Yu a chance to react, Qin Hao grabbed Ao Yu's hand and, like cracking a whip, repeatedly slammed him against the ground, saying as he did so:

"So weak. No wonder Xue'er chose me instead of you."

Qin Hao's voice was very soft and indifferent, but every word was like a knife, accurately stabbing into Ao Yu's heart.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Ao Yu's voice was so hoarse it sounded squeezed from his throat. Qin Hao did not know if it was his illusion, but he felt like this guy's voice carried a hint of sobbing.

Qin Hao could not help but laugh. No way, bro, you cannot even handle this little bit of a blow? Who asked you to be a simp? Do you not know that simps never have a good ending?

Suddenly, Qin Hao felt Ao Yu's fist rapidly expanding. This sudden change made Qin Hao pause.

Ao Yu's body began to change. His muscles expanded, his bones grew, and a layer of dark golden scales began to surface beneath his skin.

His eyes also changed, shifting from bloodshot red to vertical, cold, emotionless golden pupils.

Immediately after, Ao Yu's body erupted in a blinding ball of golden light. When the golden light dissipated, Ao Yu was gone. Standing before Qin Hao was a dragon, a colossal white-gold dragon radiating boundless draconic might.

This giant dragon's body almost filled more than half the space of the Myriad Demon Hall. Its head lowered, a pair of cold vertical pupils staring intently at Qin Hao. The breath snorting from its nostrils carried the scorching scent of sulfur.

The dragon scales gleamed with a metallic luster under the light. Every single scale was like a mirror polished to perfection, capable of reflecting a human face.

Qin Hao looked up at the white-gold dragon in front of him, and his expression finally showed a trace of change. It was not fear, just pure curiosity. In his past life, he had seen dragons on TV, fought them in games, and read descriptions of them in novels.

Now, this was his first time truly standing in front of a living, breathing dragon. The Dragon Clan's pressure was indeed very strong, strong enough that even he felt a tiny bit of oppression.

Qin Hao looked at Ao Yu with great interest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Oh, not bad, you can even transform."

Ao Yu's vertical pupils contracted slightly. Qin Hao's utterly dismissive attitude infuriated him.

On that massive dragon face, an expression bordering on a sneer actually appeared. The dragon's mouth opened, and a deep voice sounded like thunder rumbling from deep underground. Every word carried the innate pressure of the Dragon Clan, vibrating the air in the great hall until it buzzed.

"Transform? Do you think my Dragon Clan's Dragonification is just a simple change from human to dragon? Foolish human!"

Qin Hao sensed that the aura on Ao Yu's body was climbing at an inconceivable speed.

Peak Void Refinement Realm, early Body Integration Realm, mid Body Integration Realm, peak Body Integration Realm.

In a short while, Ao Yu's aura surged to the peak of the Body Integration Realm. Qin Hao raised an eyebrow. So this Dragonification also had the effect of human secret arts that temporarily boosted strength? How interesting.

"Do you think our Dragon Clan's transformation only raises our cultivation base? Heh, naive. My strength, speed, and defense will all skyrocket! The current me can easily crush even your human Mahayana or Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators!"

"How about it, bug? Tremble beneath my draconic might!"

Ao Yu's dragon tail swept over like a heaven-supporting pillar, carrying world-destroying power. Its force was so great that even the surrounding space faintly twisted and deformed.

After transforming into a dragon, Ao Yu possessed unprecedented confidence. This human brat was only at the peak of the Body Integration Realm. Before transforming, his cultivation was inferior to the brat's, so it made sense that the human could block his attack.

But now it was different. By transforming, not only was his cultivation on par with this human brat, but his strength, speed, and other attributes had also experienced a massive surge. He refused to believe that this human brat could still block his attack.

The moment the dragon tail smashed down, Qin Hao moved. He did not dodge. Facing this strike that was powerful enough to smash a mountain into fine powder, Qin Hao merely raised a single hand.

"Bang!"

A dull sound rang out. Ao Yu's unstoppable strike, upon meeting Qin Hao's palm, was like crashing into an impenetrable Wall of Sighs, unable to advance even an inch.

"Hahahaha, in this shape, you look even more like a whip! You are quite considerate, are you not."

"What!!!" Ao Yu's pupils shrank abruptly. With his tail grabbed by Qin Hao, he pulled hard but could not budge it, and whipped hard but could not shake him off.

"H-how is this possible?" Ao Yu's voice trembled slightly. He had already transformed! His cultivation was now equal to Qin Hao's, and his physical strength had skyrocketed. Why? Why could this human brat still catch his attack so effortlessly?