Chapter 895: Supression
Yet even in this battered state, even as it trembled on the verge of death, the dragon did not retreat deeper into the pool to escape. Instead, it stubbornly positioned itself in front of the Pure Yang Flower, its body coiled defensively, guarding it with all the strength it had left.
Kyle stood at the edge of the blood-soaked pool, his expression calm yet filled with an innate arrogance that seemed to radiate from his very being. Looking down at the battered three-headed black dragon, his eyes carried the superiority of one who believed himself unmatched.
His voice, clear and crisp like finely polished jade, carried easily across the battlefield as he spoke, "Beast, I pity the time and effort it has taken for you to cultivate to such a level. If you are willing to offer your soul blood and become my spiritual pet, I will spare your life."
The three-headed black dragon, despite its grievous injuries, still possessed the intelligence of a human. It fully understood the meaning behind Kyle’s words. Its three bloodied heads lifted slightly, their crimson eyes glaring at Kyle with defiance. Blood continued to drip from its scales, yet its spirit remained unbroken.
After a brief moment of silence, its throats vibrated, and a guttural, choking roar erupted from its mouths, filled with hatred and refusal.
Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly, his arrogance now laced with a hint of cold killing intent. "Since you choose death," he said, his voice still calm but cutting through the air like ice, "then I will grant your wish."
His snow-white embroidered robe fluttered slightly in the breeze as he raised his right hand, palm facing downward. mana surged like a torrent, condensing into a dazzling golden glow that shone as bright as the sun.
Within moments, three intricate golden seals formed in his palm, each one pulsating with destructive power. With a flick of his wrist, the seals shot forward, splitting through the air with a loud sonic boom before slamming down on each of the dragon’s three heads.
"Roar!" The dragon roared in fury and desperation, unleashing gouts of venom and clouds of poisonous gas in an attempt to stop the golden seals. Under normal circumstances, in its peak state, its venom could melt through enchanted weapons and corrode spiritual barriers with ease.
But now, severely injured and drained from its battle with Nell’s group, its power had waned drastically. The golden seals, unimpeded, struck their targets.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Three sharp, wet impacts echoed across the clearing as the seals smashed into its skulls, causing blood to gush out from all three heads. Deep cracks spread across its armored scales, and its body convulsed violently in pain.
Nell, who had been lying on the ground recovering, and her two companions, turned pale instantly. Even they, disciples of the feared Void Soul Tower, were shaken by the sheer dominance Kyle displayed. Max, still hidden in the shadows, felt his pupils shrink slightly. ’Isn’t his strength... too terrifying?’ he thought, his mind racing.
He knew Kyle was strong, but this was beyond what he had imagined—far beyond what most peak Legend Rank cultivators could achieve.