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“The Overlord Pill is made from the essence of the Holy Medicine, refined through the Nine Heavens, using the dragon fire of forty-nine True Dragons. Its effects are incredibly potent and extremely difficult to concoct. Among all those present, aside from the Dragon King and the Grand Elder, no one has ever consumed it. It was originally meant for the strongest disciples of the new generation of the dragon clan, and yet here you are benefiting from it!” The Third Elder coldly snorted, though a hint of malice flickered in his eyes.
“The reason it’s called the Overlord Pill is that its effects dominate all others. Only those in the Tribulation Period can consume it, and even then, it must be slowly refined with the help of experts of the same level nearby; otherwise, one would surely explode from within. With no one on the opposing side in the Tribulation Period, even if they win, they won’t be able to take it. Ha ha!” The Third Elder thought to himself, and many others who were aware of the Overlord Pill's secrets shared similar thoughts.
“However, the conditions for consuming this Overlord Pill are quite special…” The Grand Elder began to speak slowly, intending to explain its formidable nature, but before he could finish, the Third Elder interrupted him.
“It must be taken immediately after obtaining it; otherwise, it will lose its potency!”
“What a flimsy excuse…” Zhao Yang wiped sweat from his forehead.
“Why do I feel like you all want to lose to us?” Song Baliang muttered under his breath.
The Grand Elder cleared his throat and said solemnly, “Son, your battle with Yu Girl concerns the dragon clan’s Holy Dan. You must win; failure is not an option.”
“Yes.” A cold voice responded, tinged with a hint of chill. Soon after, a young man radiating an aura of frost appeared in the center of the Dragon Temple.
“Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage?” Song Baliang asked.
The cold young man remained expressionless as he scanned Zhao Yang and the others before glancing at Yu Qingsnow and shaking his head. “Too weak.”
“You must suppress your cultivation when fighting Yu Girl; we cannot allow anyone to say our dragon clan bullies female practitioners,” instructed the Grand Elder.
“No need; this is sufficient,” Yu Qingsnow replied frostily.
The Third Elder laughed. “Are you joking? That Bald one had to cultivate an Indestructible Body just to fight our Long Xuan. Are you saying that as a delicate female practitioner you’re stronger than that bald man?”
“Watch your words, old man,” Song Baliang retorted.
“You’re merely a Mid Stage Dao Fruit cultivator; there’s more than tenfold difference in True Qi compared to Long Yiguang at Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage. Have you really thought this through?” The Grand Elder questioned.
"You are too weak. How about I suppress my cultivation to the Nascent Soul Stage and fight you?" Long Yi said coldly.
Yu Qingsnow snorted lightly, without saying a word, she flew out of the Dragon Temple and sat cross-legged in the air, like a goddess in repose. An ancient-looking guqin appeared before her.
"Feel free to give it a try," Yu Qingsnow did not decline the other's offer of humility.
"Interesting," Long Yi said, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.
"Oh my, Long Yi actually smiled!" one of the Dragon Youth exclaimed.
"Long Yi is a natural anomaly, belonging to the Ice Dragon lineage. The cultivation method he practices is our dragon clan's sacred art. His ancestor was the Ice Dragon Ancestor, who once served as the Dragon King. Everyone in the cultivation world pays great respect when they see the Ice Dragon Ancestor; otherwise, wherever he goes, everything is frozen for miles, and nothing grows," explained a Dragon Boy.
"Long Yi's cultivation is second only to Dragon Rising, and his combat power is astonishing. This girl is indeed overestimating herself, but she is truly beautiful—more so than our dragon clan's Dragon Maiden," another Dragon Youth remarked.
Long Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Yu Qingsnow sitting in the air. He gently raised his hand, and suddenly the ground outside the Dragon Temple became extremely cold. A layer of frost spread from the ground into the air, and soon Yu Qingsnow was covered in frost, turning her into an ice sculpture in an instant.
Zhao Yang and others showed concern, not understanding why Yu Qingsnow was so easily affected.
A sneer appeared on Long Yi's face as he said, "After all, humans are humans. I haven't even made a move, and she's already been frozen!"
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
"Long Yi is simply too strong! No wonder he is a special Ice Dragon; he can freeze others' True Qi. His enemies haven't even prepared themselves before they've already lost—he stands undefeated from birth," praised a Dragon Boy.
"Please, Brother Yi, do not harm the beauty. Unfreeze her, and that Supreme Dao Artifact will belong to our dragon clan from now on! Congratulations, Brother Yi," complimented a Dragon Youth.
"Well said! How could I possibly harm such a great beauty? For such a weak race, I might as well help her break free from this ice!" Long Yi laughed as he waved his hand. A gentle force of unfreezing floated toward Yu Qingsnow, who resembled an Ice Beauty.
However, after several breaths of anticipation from those holding their breath to see a glimpse of the Ice Beauty emerging from her icy prison, confusion appeared on their faces. A young dragon asked in bewilderment, "Why hasn't she thawed yet?"
Standing in front of the Dragon Temple, Long Yi finally revealed a serious expression. The Ice Beauty in the air opened her eyes and slowly spoke, "You want to show me your two moves, yet you haven't made a move. You're wasting my strongest state; I expected more from you."
Having transformed into the Ice Beauty, Yu Qingsnow's words caused everyone to widen their eyes in disbelief. She wasn't turned into an ice sculpture by Long Yi; this was her strongest battle stance?!
"It is said that reaching the pinnacle of ice cultivation can form a natural ice armor!" The Second Elder gasped. "It seems the one with the greatest talent is this little girl!"
The Second Elder was already several thousand years old, while Yu Qingsnow was merely twenty, the same age as Zhao Yang. Therefore, no one found it inappropriate for the Second Elder to refer to Yu Qingsnow as a little girl. On the contrary, it was terrifying—a twenty-year-old woman at the Dao Fruit Stage challenging a master at the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage!
Immediately, an ice-blue light radiated from Yu Qingsnow's body, her eyes resembling an unfathomable sea of ice that would never melt. Long Yi leaped into the air, and where he had just stood, hundreds of sharp Ice Swords erupted from the ground.
"Little Daoluer!" Long Yi called out.
Yu Qingsnow turned around, her ice-blue sleeves sweeping toward Long Yi, freezing the very air around them. Her fingers curled into claws as Long Yi easily dodged her extreme attribute attack and moved aside. However, with a sudden sound, a long ice blade pierced through Long Yi's body from behind!
Long Yi was taken aback and instantly transformed into his dragon form, his body stretching for thousands of feet as he forced the ice blade out of his body. Blood oozed from his shimmering blue scales!
"To think she could injure my Son; she truly possesses Ultimate Attribute!" The Third Elder exclaimed in shock.
"This girl is not simple; such perfect prediction! The Ultimate Attribute was merely a feint; the real attack was the ice blade's maneuvering. This woman's Cultivation Method isn't about grandiose strikes but rather precise and effective attacks. Once injured, her extreme ice attribute will invade the marrow and freeze the blood, forcing my Son to reveal his dragon form," praised the Grand Elder.
Roar—
A mighty dragon roar echoed as Long Yi charged toward Yu Qingsnow.
"I truly underestimated you; you forced my hand! I want to see just how strong your strongest state can be! Dragon God’s Nine Transformations!" Long Yi bellowed, his aura shifting dramatically, instilling fear in every onlooker as if they were being targeted by a deadly arrow!
Zhao Yang frowned slightly, also sensing the power and threat of Dragon God’s Nine Transformations.
"Son, do not use the Dragon Clan's Divine Power!" The Grand Elder warned.
"He dares to harm my dragon body; she must pay with her life!" Long Yi roared, his fury uncontained.
"Such arrogance," Ice Snow Beauty Yu Qingsnow replied coldly.
She lightly plucked the sixth string of King Yu's Zither with her finger.
Buzz—
Boom!
A sound wave surged toward Long Yi, leaving him utterly defenseless. Who in the world could withstand sound?
An explosion erupted a hundred meters behind Long Yi, as if an earthquake had struck.
Long Yi's eyes widened in shock, nearly bursting with rage as he crashed to the ground, his body riddled with cracks, and even his Dragon Scale shattered in half!
Yu Qingsnow descended gracefully, the ice and snow melting away to reveal her stunning figure.
The crowd was left dumbfounded. With just a single strum of the zither, she had defeated Long Yi, who was at the Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage? The Divine Power of the Dragon Clan's Dragon God Nine Transformations couldn't even be unleashed?
"Bring me the Overlord Pill!" Song Baliang called out, reaching for the Grand Elder.
The Grand Elder nodded and signaled to a nearby Dragon Maiden to deliver the Overlord Pill.
Song Baliang took the Overlord Pill, frowning slightly as he muttered, "This Overlord Pill's Spirit Energy feels a bit strange."
He handed the Overlord Pill to Yu Qingsnow, who shook her head and passed it to Zhao Yang.
"I don't need it; otherwise, my realm will become unstable," Yu Qingsnow said.
Zhao Yang picked up the Overlord Pill, astonished. The Spirit Energy contained within was overwhelming, far exceeding the total amount from the ten Holy Fruits he had just consumed. It could easily burst a genius apart in an instant; not only humans, but even dragons would be overwhelmed! The Chaotic Root within him was stirred, giving him the sensation of breaking free.
"No wonder that old man said to take it quickly; he really wanted to blow me up," Zhao Yang thought to himself with a chuckle.
The Third Elder cleared his throat and said, "This Overlord Pill has just been produced and must be taken immediately. Otherwise, its effects will dissipate quickly, wasting the first Holy Dan of our dragon clan."
After the Third Elder spoke, everyone held their breath, especially the members of the dragon clan. They all turned their gazes toward Zhao Yang, anxious about his next move, fearing he might refuse to eat it.
"Junior Brother, I think something's off..." Song Baliang felt uneasy under the eager stares of the crowd. He then looked at Long Xiao Wu, who stood by the Dragon Temple, staring blankly at them. "Xiao Wu, you traitor! Why don’t you hurry up and tell us what's going on?"
"Oh..." Long Xiao Wu was about to speak.
"Ahem..." The Third Elder reminded Long Xiao Wu not to stray from the topic.
Everyone turned their attention to Long Xiao Wu. Feeling shy and slightly plump, he appeared even more foolish at that moment, like a naive youth.
Long Xiao Wu stammered, "No problem, it's true."
"You're talking nonsense," Scholar Xiu also suspected Long Xiao Wu was lying.
Zhao Yang smiled and shook his head before taking a bite of the colorful Overlord Pill and swallowing it down.
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