"Divine Dragon Emerges from the Sea!"
Ao Qing's massive body—hundreds of feet long—suddenly soared into the sky. Wherever he passed, the winds shrieked and the clouds scattered, his overwhelming dragon might crashing down like thunder upon the Eagle Demon King.
At that moment, the Eagle Demon King felt a titanic pressure descend upon him—as if Mount Tai itself had fallen from the sky. It was a force unlike anything he had ever felt, even from other demon kings.
Crack!
A sharp, agonizing pain exploded in his chest. Looking down, he was horrified to discover that his ribs—his primary flight bones—had been crushed under the force of Ao Qing's aura alone.
"H-How is this possible?!"
The Eagle Demon King's face twisted. He hadn't even started fighting, yet his body was already breaking beneath the sheer pressure of Ao Qing's dragon might.
No one understood the implications better than him.
Still, gritting his teeth, the Eagle Demon King surged forward, wings slicing the air as he clawed toward Ao Qing, trying to land a decisive blow.
He was as fast as lightning—so fast that to most of the demon kings and lords watching, he became a blur.
Yet to Ao Qing… he was crawling like a tortoise.
"Too slow."
Ao Qing casually raised a single claw—and in the next instant, the Eagle Demon King was caught. Just like that.
"You—!"
The Eagle Demon King could feel everything—his strength, his magic, even his soul—being pinned down. He couldn't resist. He couldn't even think.
"This is all you've got? With just this, you thought you could exterminate the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan?"
Ao Qing sneered. Crack! A crisp snap rang out. In a single motion, the once-mighty Eagle Demon King exploded into a mist of blood, his flesh scattered to the winds. A wave of blood-scented air rolled across the coast.
"So this… is the power of the Seven-Clawed Golden Dragon?"
Ao Qing glanced down at his claw, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. He hadn't expected the strength to be so overwhelming.
He had assumed a demon king like this—deeply cultivated and widely feared—would at least take a few exchanges to subdue. Yet he'd died in a single move.
"This… this… can't be…"
The demon kings and lords watching nearby were all stunned, frozen with wide eyes and open mouths.
They knew how powerful the Eagle Demon King was. Many of them wouldn't dare challenge him head-on. He was the younger brother of Kong Xuan and had trained in the Phoenix Clan's techniques—he could swagger freely through the Mythic World.
Yet now… one move.
One claw.
That was all it took for Ao Qing to obliterate him.
What did that mean?
"This is unreal…"
The Myriad Saints Dragon King, Jing River Dragon King, and Yellow River Dragon King were dumbfounded. The Eastern Sea had truly birthed a monster—a Seven-Clawed Golden Dragon so powerful, even their most trusted ally had fallen instantly.
The ten thousand demon soldiers below were even more terrified. Not a single one dared move. Just the pressure from Ao Qing's presence was enough to paralyze them.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
All eyes were locked on the colossal, shimmering dragon—his golden scales refracting rainbow hues in the sunlight. A divine being made flesh.
"Don't panic!" the Myriad Saints Dragon King barked, unwilling to accept defeat. "If we attack together, this so-called Seven-Clawed Golden Dragon will fall just the same!"
Hearing this, the other demon kings and lords clenched their teeth. They knew full well—there was no turning back. They had brought this army to crush the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan. Ao Qing would never let them leave in peace. Better to go down fighting than be hunted one by one.
With grim resolve, many of them began to cast their transformation spells.
For demon elites, their true strength came after transformation.
Ao Qing smiled faintly.
Perfect.
He hadn't fully experienced the extent of his new power yet. These demons would serve as excellent test subjects.
With flashes of purple-gold demonic energy, the demon kings revealed their true forms. Giant green bulls, monstrous lizards, skeletal monstrosities—the sky filled with twisted shapes and swarming demonic clouds, as if the heavens themselves had darkened.
Down below, the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan stirred in alarm. Their elders prepared to act, ready to transform and defend Ao Qing.
To them, the Dragon King was the future—the hope of their race.
But before they could intervene, Ao Qing's voice rang out coldly:
"You're too slow."
In that instant, his colossal dragon form moved.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Ao Qing streaked through the air like a bolt of divine lightning. His speed was terrifying—many of the demons couldn't even react before it was over.
One swipe.
A single claw.
And the skies filled with blood.
Demon kings and lords were ripped apart, their bodies reduced to crimson mist. They died like the Eagle Demon King—swiftly, silently, helplessly.
And the shockwaves alone from Ao Qing's attack shattered the bodies of the ten thousand demon soldiers, reducing them to blood-red fragments scattered across the sea.
Not one survived.