Ancient Dragon Emperor Bloodline Overwhelming

The moment the words fell, Qin Hao’s aura transformed.

No longer was it the cold, distant presence of star power, but an even more ancient, more primal, more tyrannical pressure.

It was as if a dragon, asleep for ten thousand ages, had slowly opened its eyes.

Qin Hao closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath.

His heart began to pound violently at this moment; each beat was like the thrum of a war drum, the sound dull yet forceful, ringing across the entire training ground.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

It was the sound of a heartbeat, yet it resonated with the chests of everyone present, as though an invisible hand had gripped their hearts!

Tie Mohe’s pupils shrank, and his expression changed sharply. There, he saw Qin Hao slowly open his eyes.

Those originally pitch-black, profound eyes had now turned into vertical pupils.

Golden vertical pupils, cold, majestic, and lofty.

Devoid of any human emotion, possessing only the detachment of the apex predator.

"What is this?"

Tie Mohe took a half-step back, staring at Qin Hao with a gaze full of intense gravity.

Under his horrified watch, Qin Hao’s body began to transform.

Black markings started to emerge on the surface of Qin Hao’s skin.

Upon closer look, they were actually dense, exquisitely carved scales, beginning at his neck and spreading across his entire body at a visible speed.

"Crack—crack—"

Qin Hao stirred the ancient Dragon Emperor bloodline within him; one scale after another pushed outward.

Each dragon scale was as black as ink, reflecting a deep, icy sheen in the sunlight, as if able to devour all light.

These dragon scales layered atop Qin Hao’s skin, fitting seamlessly, like a peerless suit of armor tailor-made for him.

"ROOOAR—!"

A low dragon’s roar echoed from within Qin Hao, not loud, yet it exploded directly in the hearts of all present.

Some cultivators of lesser cultivation instantly turned pale, their legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Then, two imposing dragon horns sprouted from Qin Hao’s forehead, tearing through the skin, and from behind him, a thick dragon tail emerged.

The tail was entirely covered in black scales, its tip sharp as a spear; with a light flick, it tore a sharp, piercing sound through the air.

The entire training ground fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at Qin Hao on the stage, like a demon god descending upon the world.

"A dragon race! He—he actually has the bloodline power of the dragon race! Didn’t the dragon race of our Ten Directions Nine Nethers go extinct?"

"Incredible! He had never used his full strength before! Competing in physical form with the Iron Family’s Holy Son, renowned for body tempering—and he hadn’t used his full strength!"

"A fiend! This guy is an absolute fiend!"

In the center of the audience, the Crown Prince of the Divine Court of Soaring Clouds, Ling Ping, saw this scene and could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

It took him a while to recover, and then, with a sigh of admiration, he said to Ling Shuangshuang beside him:

"Little sister, this Dao partner of yours is alarmingly strong."

"I once thought your talent was the strongest in the world. Now, meeting him, I realize there is always a sky beyond the sky, a man beyond men!"

Ling Shuangshuang said nothing, but her expression turned serious as she looked at Qin Hao.

"Dragon race bloodline! This power of the dragon race bloodline—I remember it!!!"

"It’s the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens! The aura on them is just like this! However, Ye Hao’s bloodline power is more ancient, more majestic!"

"Ye Hao, what secrets do you hold? The eye techniques of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, the bloodline power of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens—could you be someone from that side?"

Ling Shuangshuang clenched her hands. Watching Qin Hao’s displayed abilities, she was truly curious, even wanting to crack open Qin Hao’s head to see what secrets were hidden inside.

"Dragon race! Why do you have dragon race bloodline?"

Tie Mohe looked at Qin Hao with a horrified expression, shock in his heart, but even more so, a sense of powerlessness.

He had never imagined that Qin Hao also possessed dragon race bloodline, and he could feel that this bloodline power was extraordinary.

Facing Qin Hao at this moment, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Not from excitement, but from an instinctive fear—the trembling etched into the bones when a lower bloodline confronts a higher one.

But Tie Mohe clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing that trembling.

"Even if you have bloodline power, so what? I will not lose!"

Before Tie Mohe finished his words, his entire being lunged forward like a wild beast.

He refused to believe that exerting every ounce of his strength, relying on the Iron Family bloodline he took pride in, could possibly fail.

The dark golden patterns on his body flared up again. With this punch, he bet his own unwillingness and the pride of his clan, determined to defeat Qin Hao.

But just as his fist was about to smash into Qin Hao’s face, it stopped.

One claw, covered in black dragon scales, casually caught Tie Mohe’s fist.

Tie Mohe’s pupils shrank sharply.

His entire arm ached from the backlash, yet as for Qin Hao, he remained completely still.

His expression seemed to treat Tie Mohe’s all-out strike as soft and powerless as a child’s.

Qin Hao tilted his head slightly, his golden vertical pupils calmly fixed on Tie Mohe.

There was no mockery, no smugness, only an unquestionable ease.

"Not bad strength," Qin Hao’s voice was low and heavy, carrying the unique pressure of a dragon:

"But in front of me now, it is still far too light."

The moment the words fell, Qin Hao, still holding Tie Mohe’s fist, gave a gentle toss.

Tie Mohe’s whole body was flung back like a broken ragdoll, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the stage.

"Again!"

Unwilling to concede, Tie Mohe launched another attack at Qin Hao.

Yet, in his draconized form, Qin Hao had received immense amplification; Tie Mohe’s strength truly seemed inadequate before him.

His desperate attacks were always easily deflected by Qin Hao.

In contrast, even Qin Hao’s ordinary strikes were more than Tie Mohe could handle.

"Time to end this."

Qin Hao spoke calmly, then spun around.

The dragon tail behind him lashed out like a whip, striking Tie Mohe fiercely across his body.

Tie Mohe’s flesh, said to be comparable to a low-grade immortal artifact, was torn open by this single strike.

His entire body, spun like a top by that tail blow, was sent flying.

The entire training ground fell silent. Tens of thousands of cultivators, not a single one could make a sound.

Shock, nothing but shock.

The Iron Family was an ancient clan renowned for body tempering; they cultivated no spiritual energy, focusing only on physical form—a fearsome clan that had built its lineage by relying on pure physical power.

Yet today, an unknown cultivator had defeated the Iron Family’s Holy Son through sheer physical strength.

These people did not know that, even at this moment, Qin Hao had still not used his full power.

With his current command of the ancient Dragon Emperor bloodline, Qin Hao could fully transform into a true dragon. Then, his physical power would surge once more!