My Arts Evolve When Perfected

Grandmaster Han was a powerhouse in the Dao Entry Realm, so he never expected his aura to be "scared" out by some upstart who had just stepped into the Peeping Dao Realm.

In truth, he wasn’t truly afraid, but under the suppression of the other party’s Dragon Race bloodline, he still slipped up. It was the feeling of an ant gazing up at the heavens.

His Demon Qi leaked out unintentionally. Surrounded by dozens of Grandmasters, a terrifying pressure descended upon the scene. Coupled with the dark, roiling clouds, torrential rain, and crashing thunder, the atmosphere was utterly suffocating.

"Why do you have Han’s aura? When did you slip in here in disguise?"

The only Grandmaster Jin on site brandished a sharp sword, using his own Realm to push back, the two powers locked in mutual suppression. His killing intent was staggering—clearly, he wasn’t the negotiating type.

He recognized his opponent. Their strength was comparable to his own; both were at the Middle Tier of the Dao Entry Realm, posing an immense threat.

There were only three Grandmasters currently stationed in the Martial Arts Building. Grandmaster Lin Yu was underground managing the Array, leaving only himself and Grandmaster Qian.

’If a fight breaks out, it will cause devastating casualties. I have to end this fast and keep the losses to a minimum!’

"Disguise? I’m not wearing one. What you see is my true form," Grandmaster Han chuckled. He remained wary of the others, but his gaze shifted to Jiang Qiu. "My emperor will soon descend. Your time is up."

As his voice faded, the torrential downpour intensified. Controlled by the Vast Water Spirit Charm, the rain began to spin violently, instantly forming a colossal Water Tornado that linked the dark clouds to the earth, threatening to destroy everything in its path!

SWOOSH—

A flash of golden sword light lit up the sky, instantly bisecting the massive Water Tornado. A sharp, clean line divided heaven and earth as Grandmaster Jin’s figure shot forward.

Grandmaster Han, the suspected Demon Race mole, dissolved into a bloody mist. But the Water Tornado, already formed, grew even more violent. It began to snatch up the helpless civilians at the edge of the temporary shelters.

"By my emperor’s lingering might, I will plunge this world into chaos—"

Grandmaster Han’s voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, fading with a haunting, ethereal quality. What followed was the even more ferocious roar of Thunder.

’His body was clearly destroyed. How is he not dead?!’

Grandmaster Jin’s pupils contracted. Snapping to his senses, he stared at the blood mist scattering in the Gale, and his heart lurched. "That wasn’t a demon I killed!"

As a Grandmaster, he was certain that what he’d just struck down was no mere Substitute Secret Technique; he had held nothing back in that single slash.

But the kill had been too easy. His opponent hadn’t even tried to defend, causing him to hesitate for a split second after the strike landed.

In the instant of Grandmaster Han’s death, a wisp of Demon Qi had indeed escaped and fled, but the Grandmaster-level fluctuations of Spirit Charm, amplified by his Realm, had already roiled the water element throughout the area.

It was as if he had sacrificed his own body, pouring all his power into the remnants of his Realm’s aura to destroy the very center of Gao Yuan City!

That was Grandmaster Level power, a Realm that spanned at least a kilometer and whose pressure was still expanding outward!

With no one yet having broken through to the Fusion Realm, Grandmasters represented the pinnacle of power for the Human Race. This was the all-out, life-sacrificing strike of one of their own top experts!

At this realization, his face went white. He knew with sickening certainty that he had killed a true Grandmaster—not the main body of a Great Demon in disguise.

And now, the entire center of Gao Yuan City faced an annihilating Water Tornado!

"All Martial Artists, channel your Spirit Charm! Suppress the waters! Suppress them!"

At that moment, Grandmaster Jin’s desperate roar echoed across the sky, answered only by an even fiercer downpour. On the ground, the huddled masses of people were like ants whose nest had been flooded, scattered and drifting like flotsam.

Skyscrapers collapsed, and one Dharma Aspect after another was summoned, their wielders struggling to hold back the falling debris. The Water Tornado snatched up waves of people, while a reverse Gale formed giant hands to pluck them from the ground.

Hundreds of Martial Artists fought against the remnants of the Grandmaster’s Realm, wildly unleashing their Spirit Charm.

"Grandmaster Jiang, are you all right?"

At that moment, Grand General Mo flew up through the downpour, his thick brows knitted as he anxiously sized up the "Dragon-man" before him.

He had been severely wounded by [Jie] earlier and now had a white bandage wrapped around his arm. With little strength remaining, he still did his best to channel his Common Wood Spirit Charm, creating a small shield to keep the rain off himself and Jiang Qiu.

"I’m fine."

Jiang Qiu snapped out of his daze. His Dragon Eyes glimmered, like golden lanterns in the dead of night.

A Grandmaster was dead. He had personally watched a demonic will slip out of the corpse and depart without a care in the world.

He didn’t know when Grandmaster Han had fallen under the control of a Demon Race expert, but such a technique was mentioned in the teachings of the Cyan Simurgh Palace. It was a forbidden Secret Technique.

’But why? How could the ranks of the Human Race’s greatest experts be infiltrated by the Demon Race? How did they come to master so many bizarre Secret Techniques?’

’Of course, it was because of [Chen].’

’But facing the terrifying Kunlun Demon Clan, what chance did the Human Race even have?’

’After Gao Yuan City falls, the Northwest Province will be next. Then the destruction will spread east until nothing is left...’

The roar of the storm and Thunder was drowned out by the collected screams of countless people on the verge of being swallowed by the flood.

A hell on earth.

Jiang Qiu froze. An emotion welled up from deep inside, pulling his cold, arrogant Dragon Race nature down from its lofty perch. A glimmer of heartfelt sorrow flickered in eyes that were usually indifferent to all life.

He suddenly recalled the Military Department test he’d taken a year ago to enter the Prodigy Project. It had only been a peripheral part of the Dongqi Lake operation, but the feelings it had stirred in him were genuine.

[Gazing at the corpses still clad in shattered Armor, a light breeze blew the blood-stained hair from his forehead.

Ten times more people died than during the field training hunt, and this was just a Military Department test—the most insignificant part of the Dongqi Lake operation.

Killing thousands, even tens of thousands, of Iron Feather Birds and Cyan Feathered Birds couldn’t change the battle’s outcome. The sudden appearance of a single, heavily wounded King Niu had instantly sent casualties soaring and nearly gotten them all wiped out.

The war between the Demon Race and the Human Race had been raging for a century, and this had been just one hour on the very outskirts of Dongqi Lake.]

The memories surfaced unbidden, feeling like the weight of two history books on his shoulders. Not terribly heavy, but impossible to shrug off.

"The Dragon Race bloodline is influencing my emotions... Is this what [Chen] wanted? For my dragon nature to overpower my humanity and make me indifferent to my own kind?"

He muttered to himself as the [Chuyuan] spear in his hand dissolved into a stream of light. His Human-shaped Dragon Body slowly rose into the sky, actively responding to the Dragon Race aura hidden within the heavy rain. "As you wish. I will become a dragon."

HUMMM...

It was like a precious Jade dropping into a still pond, sending ripples out across the world. A young dragon suddenly leaped from the water with the Jade in its mouth, sending up a splash of iridescent, seven-colored light.

The aura erupted from Jiang Qiu’s body. The pure might of the Dragon Race faintly suppressed even the remnants of the Grandmaster’s Realm. The roaring Water Tornado now swirled around him.

The Dragon Race was born to master the Vast Water Spirit Charm.

Since [Chen] had created this grand convergence of power, he would borrow its momentum to forge the innate Yangshui Jade Sinews of the Dragon Race!

[Absorbing Vast Water Dao Intent...]

[Peeping Dao Realm - Initial Tier]

[Dao Intent: 1/10]