Shadow Tyrant tore forward with a force that could shatter all things, rising straight into the sky. The void itself was left in a fractured state. Blade intent surged across the heavens and earth, vast and overwhelming.

High above, the gluttonous torrent condensed by the Azure Dragon Race’s patriarch, Blue Dragon, plunged downward. It was a flood-like force. Unlike Shadow Tyrant’s fragmented destruction, this torrent annihilated the void completely. Its range surpassed Shadow Tyrant’s, though its sharpness was slightly inferior.

With a thunderous boom, the two enormous forces collided. The firmament shook violently. After a brief moment of stalemate, Shadow Tyrant pierced through the torrent and slashed directly toward the Azure Dragon patriarch. Having just unleashed the torrent, the patriarch had no chance to evade. His massive dragon head was instantly severed.

Dragon roars echoed across the sky as the enormous head fell from the heavens. Countless Azure Dragons cried out in rage and sorrow as they swarmed through the sky. Thousands of divine dragons dove toward Xu Zimo, attempting to drown him under their numbers.

“If that’s the case, then you can all accompany your patriarch in death,” Xu Zimo said with a grin.

Shadow Tyrant swirled through the void and returned to his hand. With the blade in his grasp, a storm of world-shattering blade intent erupted across the heavens.

“Eight Directions, Sky-Split!”

Centered on Xu Zimo, endless blade intent exploded outward with the power to split the sky itself. Even the firmament seemed ready to break apart. The dragons that approached were instantly torn into pieces by the raging blade currents. Miserable cries echoed as dragon bodies were ripped apart, flesh and blood flying in every direction. Blood rained from the sky.

Witnessing this, the heavily wounded Seven Dragon Ancestors roared, “No!”

But they were powerless. They could only watch everything unfold. “Today, the Azure Dragon Race will be wiped out,” someone murmured with a sigh. “Sometimes that’s how it is. Provoke the wrong person, and even the most prosperous nation can vanish overnight.”

Everyone could see that the Ancient Dragon God-Empire was doomed. Without unexpected intervention, destruction was inevitable. The crowd whispered among themselves.

Xu Zimo turned to the onlookers and said, “The Ancient Dragon God-Empire will fall today. Anything inside the imperial palace is yours to take.”

The spectators’ eyes instantly burned with greed. To common folk, the treasures within the imperial palace were irresistible. Even though the nation was being destroyed, the city itself was unharmed, their homes remained. Only the ruler was changing, so many felt little distress.

At first, no one dared to move. But when a few bold individuals rushed into the palace and hauled out valuables, the crowd’s frenzy ignited. Greed is always one of humanity’s greatest weaknesses.

Watching people rush to empty the palace, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign, gravely injured, roared, “Stop! All of that is mine! Mine!”

But no one cared. A fallen phoenix is not worth as much as a chicken.

Wang Hengzhi looked on with pained expression. “Imperial Ancestor, our True Martial Sacred Ground is developing right now, we need resources. Letting outsiders take them is a waste.”

“What are you rushing for? Those are just ornaments,” Xu Zimo replied. “The Ancient Dragon God-Empire’s treasury belongs to us. And from today onward, this territory will fall under the domain of the True Martial Sacred Ground. Its vast lands will mark the sect’s return.”

“Imperial Ancestor is wise,” Wang Hengzhi said with a fawning grin.

Xu Zimo pointed toward the remaining generals and ministers of the Ancient Dragon God-Empire and instructed Willow Ancestor, “I can’t be bothered to kill them all. Handle it yourselves.”

Willow Ancestor nodded quickly.

Xu Zimo entered the Golden Throne and sat upon the main seat. In truth, the dragon throne was stiff and uncomfortable.

“From here, which of the Ten God-Clans is the closest?” he asked.

“Imperial Ancestor, are you truly planning to attack the Ten God-Clans?” Wang Hengzhi asked in surprise.

“You think I was joking?” Xu Zimo shot back.

“Honestly, having control of the Ancient Dragon God-Empire is already impressive,” Wang Hengzhi muttered. He was the type to accept whatever fate brought and disliked unnecessary risks.

He warned, “The Ten God-Clans are nothing like these divine nations. Their strength represents the peak of the entire Absolute God Heaven.”

“I know that better than you,” Xu Zimo waved him off. “We have our own plan. I’m not asking you to fight. Just follow along, carry messages, and stay out of the way.”

To destroy the Ten God-Clans, the current True Martial Sacred Ground was nowhere near enough. Even Willow Ancestor was insignificant before them. Xu Zimo had his own intentions, and this time, he wasn’t acting alone.

“Among the Ten God-Clans, Yue God-Clan is the closest to the Ancient Dragon God-Empire,” Wang Hengzhi said.

“Did the Yue God-Clan participate in the destruction of the True Martial Sacred Ground back then?” Xu Zimo asked.

“I don’t know. Better let Master explain,” Wang Hengzhi replied. He wasn’t involved in that incident; he had only been accepted later to help revive the sect.

Willow Ancestor spoke, “Three ancestors of the Yue God-Clan appeared openly. I suspect more were hidden. In truth, I believe all Ten God-Clans took part in the sect’s annihilation. Some acted openly, some in secret.”

“No problem. We’ll just crush them one by one. Honestly, I’d prefer if they all gathered together, that way I could wipe them out in one go. Saves me the travel time,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Willow Ancestor and Wang Hengzhi didn’t dare respond. To them, Xu Zimo was unbelievably arrogant. The Ten God-Clans were like gods in the eyes of most.

After taking control of the Ancient Dragon God-Empire, Xu Zimo announced that the True Martial Sacred Ground could rest and regroup here. As for himself, he intended to enter seclusion.

Willow Ancestor guarded his door, allowing no one to disturb him.

Inside the room, Xu Zimo sat cross-legged. With a wave of his hand, a small tower appeared in his palm, the True Martial Tribulation Tower. It had shrunk hundreds of times in his grasp.

He opened the tower’s entrance and transformed into a streak of light, entering it. Those who had never stepped inside would never understand what lay within.