Myth Beyond Heaven



The guests, already reeling from the previous clash, recoiled in fear. The sheer intensity of Long Fan's aura was suffocating, pressing down on them with the weight of a thousand mountains.

Yun Lintian, however, remained unfazed. He met Long Fan's transformed gaze with a calm and steady eye. "So, you finally reveal your true power," he said, his voice unwavering. "Let me see how strong the Dragon God is."

Long Fan smiled faintly. "We shall see, young man," he said, his voice echoing with the power of a dragon's roar. "The Dragon God Clan's might is not to be underestimated."

He lunged forward, his movements a blur of speed and power. His transformed body, imbued with the essence of the Dragon God, moved with an agility and grace that belied its immense size.

He unleashed a flurry of attacks, each blow infused with the raw power of his draconic heritage. His claws, now tipped with razor-sharp talons, ripped through the air, leaving trails of shimmering energy in their wake. His breath, hot and searing, scorched the earth, leaving blackened scars on the once pristine floor.

Yun Lintian, however, remained unmoved. He met each attack with effortless grace, his movements a mesmerizing dance of fluidity and power. He deflected blows, evaded strikes, and countered with his own devastating attacks.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

The hall became a battlefield, the clash of their powers shaking the palace to its core. The air crackled with lightning, the earth trembled with seismic tremors.

Long Fan, his attacks growing more ferocious with each passing moment, realized that he was still unable to gain the upper hand. Yun Lintian's mastery over the Law of Water was simply too profound, his control over the element too absolute.

With a roar, Long Fan unleashed his technique, the Dragon God's Fury. A wave of pure draconic energy erupted from his body, engulfing the entire hall in a blinding light.

BOOM!

The guests cried out in alarm, their eyes stinging from the intensity of the light. When the radiance finally faded, they saw a scene of utter devastation. The hall was in ruins, its once- opulent decorations reduced to rubble.

At the center of the chaos stood Yun Lintian, his figure unscathed. His white robe, however, had transformed into the Yama King's attire, a dark and imposing garment that radiated an aura of death and judgment.

In his hand, he held a brush, its tip glowing with an eerie light. It was the Judge's Pen, an artifact from the Netherworld, capable of rewriting the fate of the living and the dead.

The entire space was filled with a deathly aura, a chilling presence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest dragons.

Long Fan, his transformation undone, stared at Yun Lintian in shock. He had never encountered such a power, such a presence. It was as if the God of Death himself had descended upon the Dragon God Realm.

"Who exactly are you?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yun Lintian didn't reply. He calmly stood there, an eerie aura swirling around him. He swept his gaze over all the Dragon God clansmen present and said calmly, "Senior Dragon God would be disappointed if he were to see all of you here. Where is the dignity of the dragon? All I can see is arrogance."

His gaze finally landed on Long Aotian, and he continued, "I originally came for my wife, but now, I don't mind cleaning up the trash here."

Long Aotian's expression changed drastically as he felt death creeping closer. He roared hysterically, "What are you waiting for? Kill him now!"

The Dragon God Clan Elders gritted their teeth and rushed towards Yun Lintian. They immediately transformed into their True Dragon forms and launched a barrage of attacks toward him.

Yun Lintian remained unmoved as a chilling smile spread across his lips. In his hand, the Judge's Pen glowed with an ominous light. As the Dragon Clan Elders charged at him, he unleashed the full power of the artifact, combining it with the Laws of Fire and Lightning. Suddenly, a wave of black flames and lightning engulfed the hall, their color tinged with the eerie hues of the Netherworld. The flames danced and crackled with a sinister energy, burning with a cold, all-consuming intensity. The lightning bolts, infused with deathly power, crackled through the air, leaving trails of shadowy energy in their wake.

BOOM!-

The Dragon Clan Elders, caught in the onslaught, roared in pain and disbelief. Their scales, once impenetrable, offered no protection against the corrosive power of the black flames. The lightning bolts, carrying the chilling touch of the Netherworld, pierced their defenses, searing their flesh and paralyzing their movements.

"Argh!"

The once-proud dragons, their forms contorted in agony, crashed to the ground, their auras flickering and fading. Their draconic power, once a source of immense pride, now dwindled before the overwhelming force of Yun Lintian's attack.

The guests, huddled in the corners of the hall, watched in horror as the Dragon Clan Elders were swept aside like leaves in a storm. The power displayed by Yun Lintian was beyond their comprehension, a terrifying spectacle that defied all reason.

Long Fan, though wounded, managed to resist the onslaught of black flames and lightning, his True God cultivation providing a degree of resilience. However, the deathly aura permeating the hall weakened him significantly, his movements sluggish and his attacks lacking their former ferocity.

Yun Lintian, sensing Long Fan's weakened state, pressed his advantage. He charged forward, the Judge's Pen leaving trails of dark energy in its wake. He unleashed a series of precise strikes, each blow aimed at exploiting Long Fan's vulnerabilities.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Long Fan, despite his weakened state, fought back with grim determination. He parried Yun Lintian's attacks, his claws clashing with the Judge's Pen in a shower of sparks. He roared, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the ruined hall.

The two figures, one radiating celestial light, the other shrouded in deathly darkness, clashed in a breathtaking display of martial prowess. Their movements were a blur, their attacks a symphony of destruction. Water, fire, and lightning intertwined, creating a chaotic maelstrom of elemental energy.

Yun Lintian, his movements fluid and precise, gradually gained the upper hand. His mastery over the Laws, combined with the power of the Judge's Pen, proved too much for even Long

Fan to handle.

With a final, decisive strike, Yun Lintian disarmed Long Fan, sending the elder's weapon clattering across the floor. He pressed the tip of the Judge's Pen against Long Fan's throat, his gaze cold and unwavering.

"It's over," Yun Lintian said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Let go of your pride and accept your defeat."

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