I, the Villain, Become Invincible the More Descendants I Have

Chapter 45 Bloodline DestroyedAfter speaking, Emperor Cao Xukun walked leisurely toward the exit of the secret realm. Just as he turned a corner, he heard a heaven-shaking roar from behind.

”Emperor Cao Xukun! You stop right there!”

Long Aotian clutched his broken dragon horn, his eyes red as if they were bleeding, and chased after him like a madman with the Eight Great Elders. How could he be willing to run away in such a dejected state? His treasure was gone, his inheritance was gone, and even the face of the Dragon Clan had been completely lost. If he didn’t kill Emperor Cao Xukun, he would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.

”Young Master! Don’t chase him! The secret realm is about to collapse!” the Dragon Clan soldiers behind him screamed in terror, but no one dared to follow.

”What are you afraid of! Even if it means dying together today, I will drag Emperor Cao Xukun down with me!” Long Aotian roared, his speed increasing by a few notches. ”He must have overexerted his spiritual power, which is why he let us go on purpose! Killing him now will be as easy as turning over one’s hand!”

The Eight Great Elders chimed in, ”That’s right! Emperor Cao Xukun must have been faking it just now! With the Eight Great Elders joining forces, we can definitely kill him!”

The group chased after Emperor Cao Xukun, rushing all the way into the Dragon God Temple.

As soon as they entered, the temple doors slammed shut with a ”clang.” Countless golden runes instantly lit up all around, and dense dragon shadows emerged from the walls, sealing off the entire hall completely.

Long Aotian’s heart skipped a beat, and he stopped abruptly. ”Not good! It’s an ambush!”

”Only realizing it now? It’s too late.”

A lazy voice came from above the main hall.

Emperor Cao Xukun was sitting cross-legged on the golden dragon throne that originally belonged to the Dragon God, toying with the myriad dragon pearl in his hand. His black dragon robe draped down, and phantom images of ten thousand dragons swirled behind him. The pressure of his Spirit Transformation Stage was like Mount Tai pressing down, and the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze.

He looked down at Long Aotian below, a mocking smile curling on his lips. ”I thought you had actually listened and rolled away, but I didn’t expect you to be so impatient to deliver your own head. What? Is the treasure gone, so you want to throw yourself in as well to round out a complete graduation gift package for me?”

”Emperor Cao Xukun! You played me!” Long Aotian trembled with rage. ”If you have guts, fight me one-on-one! What kind of hero uses sneak attacks!”

”A hero?” Emperor Cao Xukun scoffed. ”Why didn’t you say that when you brought eight people to gang up on me? Besides, do I need to fight you one-on-one? I can crush you with one hand.”

”You’re courting death!” Long Aotian was completely enraged. He transformed back into a hundred-meter golden dragon and lunged at Emperor Cao Xukun on the dragon throne. ”Even if I have to self-destruct today, I will drag you down to die with me!”

”Self-destruct? You aren’t worthy.”

Emperor Cao Xukun’s eyes turned cold, and he tossed the myriad dragon pearl upward.

The dragon pearl hovered in mid-air, erupting with dazzling golden light. The dragon shadows throughout the Dragon God Temple let out a dragon roar simultaneously, converging into a ten-thousand-foot-long chaotic golden dragon that opened its bloodthirsty maw and bit down toward Long Aotian.

”Myriad Dragons Return to Origin!”

Emperor Cao Xukun’s voice boomed in the hall like thunder.

The chaotic golden dragon clamped its jaws onto Long Aotian’s neck, and its sharp claws pierced directly into his dantian. A terrifying suction force emerged, and the dragon bloodline within Long Aotian was drained away like a tide, merging into the body of the chaotic golden dragon.

”Ahhh! My bloodline! My Dragon Clan bloodline!”

Long Aotian let out a heart-wrenching scream. His massive dragon body shrank at a visible rate until he finally transformed back into human form, collapsing on the ground and convulsing. His skin turned pale, his hair instantly turned gray, and his once bright, spirited eyes became dull and lifeless; he couldn’t even stand up.

”Young Master!”

Seeing this, the Eight Great Elders were furious, their eyes splitting. They simultaneously transformed into giant dragons and lunged at Emperor Cao Xukun. ”Emperor Cao Xukun! I’ll fight you to the death!”

”A bunch of small fry, daring to act presumptuously in front of me.”

Emperor Cao Xukun didn’t even leave the dragon throne; he simply waved his hand.

Countless golden dragon spears shot out from the void, raining down toward the Eight Great Elders like a torrential storm.

With several crisp ”puchi” sounds, the bodies of the Eight Great Elders were instantly riddled with holes. They slammed heavily onto the ground, and their blood stained the entire hall red.

The First Elder struggled to lift his head, pointing at Emperor Cao Xukun, spitting out bloody foam. ”You... you won’t have a good death! The Dragon Clan will not let you go!”

”The Dragon Clan?” Emperor Cao Xukun raised an eyebrow, stood up from the dragon throne, and walked toward him step by step. ”Very soon, the entire Dragon Clan will submit to me. As for you, you’d better worry about yourself first.”

He lifted his foot and stepped on the First Elder’s head, applying a little pressure.

With a ”crack,” the First Elder’s head was crushed directly.

The remaining seven elders were scared out of their wits and turned to run.

”Want to run? Too late.”

Emperor Cao Xukun snapped his fingers, and the surrounding dragon shadows instantly lunged forward, tearing the seven elders to shreds.

In less than ten seconds, the Eight Great Elders had all perished, not even leaving behind a whole corpse.

The entire Dragon God Temple was terrifyingly quiet, with only Long Aotian’s weak breathing remaining.

He lay on the ground, looking at the blood and minced meat covering the floor, completely broken. His tears and snot mixed together, and he cried like a child. ”Why... why did it turn out like this... I am the Son of Destiny... I was supposed to rule the Demon Race and become the master of the Mortal Realm...”

”The Son of Destiny?” Emperor Cao Xukun crouched down and patted his face, his tone icy. ”In front of me, there is no such thing as a Son of Destiny. There is only who I want to let live, and they shall live; whoever I want to die, must die.”

”Young Master Xiao Chen was the first, and you are the second. There will be a third, a fourth in the future. All those who stand in my way will end up just like you.”

After speaking, Emperor Cao Xukun stood up and casually shot out a streak of spiritual power, piercing directly through Long Aotian’s heart.

Long Aotian’s body convulsed twice, and he completely lost his breath.

This once high-spirited Son of Destiny of the Dragon Clan ultimately died in his own life-bound secret realm, not even able to leave behind his remains.

[Ding! Successfully killed the Son of Destiny, Long Aotian!]

[Obtained ultimate reward: Control over the Demon Race’s Luck!]

[System Prompt: All Demon Races in the Mortal Realm will automatically submit to the host!]

The moment Long Aotian died, all the Demon Races in the entire Xuanhuang Mortal Realm felt a pressure coming from the depths of their souls. All the chieftains of the demon tribes involuntarily knelt in the direction of the Northern Region, bowing their heads in submission.

Emperor Cao Xukun pushed open the doors of the Dragon God Temple and walked out.

The Dragon Clan soldiers outside were already scared out of their wits. Seeing Emperor Cao Xukun come out, they knelt down in unison, their voices sounding like a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring wave that resonated throughout the entire secret realm:

”Greetings, Your Majesty Emperor Xuan! We are willing to submit to Great Xuan!”

”We beg for mercy, Your Majesty Emperor Xuan!”

Emperor Cao Xukun scanned them, his tone indifferent. ”All of you, stand up. Long Aotian is dead. From today on, the Dragon Clan submits to the Great Xuan Dynasty. Whoever dares to disobey, Long Aotian’s fate will be your fate.”

”As you command!”

Just then, the entire secret realm shook violently again, and the mountain peaks overhead collapsed one after another.

”That’s enough, stop kneeling.” Emperor Cao Xukun waved his hand. ”The secret realm will explode in another day, so hurry up and take your clansmen to follow me out.”

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the exit of the secret realm.

His black dragon robe snapped in the fierce wind, and the phantom images of ten thousand dragons behind him slowly dissipated.

Sunlight shone down on him, as if plating him in a layer of golden armor.