Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Who dares trespass this place?!"

"Prepare to die!"

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor let out a roar that didn’t sound human, his white robe fluttering violently without wind, as a turbulent air current swirled around him, carrying molten sparks.

Though he remained seated, an arm covered in crimson scales, with claws as sharp as talons, suddenly lifted and fiercely clawed through the air towards Jiang Shu.

Rip!

The space in front of Jiang Shu tore apart like a piece of fabric ripped open by invisible threads, forming five pitch-black cracks.

From the cracks gushed not space turbulence, but a thick, magma-like demon fire, its scorching, destructive presence lockng onto Jiang Shu, ready to crush him at any moment.

In this perilous instant, Huang Ya’s figure flashed like a phantom, positioning himself in front of Jiang Shu.

"Fire Lord, calm your fury!"

Though the Heaven-Burning Ancestor was only at the Half-step Demon Lord Realm.

He could still barely be called a Demon Lord. With a respectful title, Huang Ya sought to awaken the conscious will of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.

Huang Ya’s voice carried a strange penetrating power, like an ancient, cold bell tolling.

His frail figure faced the demon fire that could burn stars without deploying any overwhelming defense, only forming several complex and ancient seal techniques with his hands at tremendous speed.

Buzz!

The space around him collapsed and folded inward, forming visible, translucent ripple barriers layer by layer.

The magma-like demon fire struck the barriers, emitting a disquieting "sizzling" sound, its terrifying destructive energy dispersed and partially drawn into deeper layers of the void to be extinguished.

Huang Ya’s robe billowed, and his withered face bore immense pressure.

His figure was forced to retreat several steps.

"Heaven-Burning Demon Lord, this is the Golden Horn Young Master of the Dragon Clan."

Under pressure, Huang Ya spoke rapidly.

"He bears the rare Ancestor Dragon Bloodline chosen by the Emperor Palace, not an outside enemy. Although currently at the Demon Lord Late Stage, soon, the Golden Horn Young Master will emerge and slay Jiang Taixuan of the Human Clan!"

"Ancestor Dragon Bloodline... Jiang Taixuan..."

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s fiery golden pupils quivered violently, amidst madness and chaos, a faint thread of clarity seemed to flicker.

These two words were like massive stones crashing into his boiling mind.

His distorted face trembled, and the claw covered in scale armor reluctantly withdrew.

The magma storm around him slightly calmed, but the violent aura locked onto Jiang Shu didn’t completely dissipate, like a scorching branding iron suspended overhead.

"To kill... Jiang Taixuan?"

His throat rolled, producing a harsh, grinding noise like a whetstone against stone.

His clouded gaze lingered on Huang Ya for a moment, then fixated on Jiang Shu, filled with unparalleled complexity, unresolved intent to kill, coupled with an inexplicable, deep-rooted aversion and repulsion.

Huang Ya exhaled slightly, a barely noticeable cold sweat dotted his forehead as he took a sidestep, maintaining a high alert, speaking to Jiang Shu:

"Golden Horn Young Master, step forward to meet the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord, who will preside over your final breakthrough ceremony."

Jiang Shu drew a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent vigilance and intent to kill within, forcing himself to step forward under the soul-searing gaze.

He bowed slightly, a gesture of the Dragon Clan’s unique reserved yet proud respect, voice deep and clear.

"Golden Horn pays respects to the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord."

He kept his eyes lowered, avoiding direct eye contact with the molten gold beast pupils of Heaven-Burning, to prevent unnecessary conflict.

His salute was standard yet not overly humble, reflecting the respect a Dragon Clan prodigy should show a powerful elder.

He was still quite shocked, realizing he was now a pure-blood True Dragon, even the closest kin of Golden Horn wouldn’t notice anything amiss, yet Heaven-Burning could perceive his condition.

In the past, the Heaven-Burning Ancestor would absolutely not detect this.

It seems that in his current Half-step Demon Lord Realm, he surpasses the Demon Venerable Late Stage by more than a mere margin.

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor didn’t rely on his vitality or Dao Rhyme, just a sense.

Jiang Shu, unaware, didn’t realize how deeply the Heaven-Burning Ancestor loathed him to his core.

If not for Jiang Shu, he wouldn’t be in his current state.

To put it nicely, it’s Half-step Demon Lord, but in reality, most of his state is beyond his control.

If the Emperor Palace wishes, he could at any moment become a sacrificial tool of slaughter.

The Heaven-Burning’s throat issued a string of meaningless gurgles, like boiling magma.

He stared intently at Jiang Shu’s lowered head, scanning the golden forking dragon horns on Jiang Shu’s forehead, nose twitching as if scrutinizing something closely.

"Dragon Clan... Golden Horn..."

He muttered indistinctly, his scale-armored claw unconsciously grasping the space before him, tearing through it as though the space were tofu, unleashing space turbulence that shredded all.

The violent aura surged chaotically, fluctuating wildly, as if two minds clashed fiercely within his warped soul.

Huang Ya’s heart rose up again.

He knew the Heaven-Burning’s current state was extremely unstable, oscillating between remembering the Emperor Palace’s tasks, and descending into thorough chaotic rage, showing extreme hostility to anything in proximity.

The pure, ancient aura of the Dragon Clan especially seemed to inexplicably provoke him.

In ordinary times, for Golden Horn’s safety, he would certainly leave immediately with everyone.