Chapter 217 – The Ice Dragon Unrivaled, Flowers Bloom on the Shore of the Underworld River

“Damn! A Frost Dragon!”

“I actually saw a Frost Dragon, a living one!”

There were many types of epic lifeforms, and the Frost Dragon ranked among the most renowned of them all.

Its fame even surpassed that of the five-colored dragons.

The Tyrant Dragon Lord, who was terminally obsessed with dragons and sought to embody the draconic path to its fullest, stared wide-eyed at this Frost Dragon as if beholding a naked woman—no, something far beyond that.

A true macho man ought to wield dragons.

The Tyrant Dragon Lord had countless times flipped through illustrated guides on epic dragons. Among the many great dragons, his favorite wasn’t the Red Dragon or the Gold Dragon, but the Frost Dragon.

For no other reason than that the Frost Dragon was sufficiently majestic and domineering.

Having witnessed it with his own eyes today, he reaffirmed that this was indeed the unit he most eagerly anticipated and desired.

Unfortunately, this dragon wasn’t his.

This dragon was currently being ridden by another lord.

“Tianyuan.”

He murmured.

To be honest, he felt somewhat resentful that his general, the Crimson Dragonkin Hogg, had been slain.

He believed Hogg had been careless; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been struck down by that seemingly harmless Blue-haired Girl. He had even specifically searched for the Blue-haired Girl’s traces, seeking to avenge his subordinate.

Unfortunately, Dolai flew too fast, and he couldn’t catch up.

But now, gazing at the Frost Dragon crossing the Wilderness, the Tyrant Dragon’s perspective began to shift.

“If this man can tame a Frost Dragon, then Hogg’s defeat isn’t entirely unacceptable.”

As long as your trump card was a dragon, as long as you pursued the mark of dragons, you could earn the Tyrant Dragon’s recognition.

And since the Tianyuan Lord possessed a dragon girl and a Frost Dragon, and the Blue-haired Girl could defeat the Crimson Dragonkin, she likely carried dragon blood within her veins—a humanoid dragon…

“Tianyuan Lord, I, the Tyrant Dragon, am willing to admit that your draconic power surpasses mine.”

“But I will prove to you that I am the strongest Dragon Lord!”

Within the Secluded Mountain Lord’s army, the massive, corpulent Lord of Flesh Mountain turned his gaze toward the Frost Dragon.

He snorted coldly.

“A magnificent epic lifeform, reduced to being someone else’s mount.” Tch, this dragon’s future achievements end here.”

Beside him, the Secluded Mountain Lord forced an awkward smile, not daring to refute.

He could only stare at the Tianyuan Lord, unable to conceal the envy in his eyes.

They both possessed epic units, so why was the treatment they received from their epic lifeforms so vastly different?

Youshan could only attribute it to the fact that the Lord of Flesh Mountain he recruited possessed memories from a past life and had already cultivated a considerable Rank when they met.

“Never mind, never mind. Power is what truly matters.”

“Things like treatment and mounts are just trivial details.”

He thought with a tinge of jealousy.

But at least he, the Secluded Mountain Lord, possessed an epic unit. Even if his epic unit seemed to hold higher status than him as the lord, often refused commands, and required him to smile obsequiously during conversations…

Still, having one was having one.

The sourness in other lords’ mouths was practically overflowing.

So jealous!

“No wonder Tianyuan could break away from the pack so dramatically, far surpassing his contemporaries. Clearly, he encountered a great Opportunity early on and managed to recruit this Frost Dragon.”

“No, it’s not just that…”

Some lords thought of Tianyuan’s Blue-haired Girl.She still looked as harmless as ever, yet this delicate young girl had defeated and slain the Crimson Dragonkin.

To achieve such an astonishing feat, she must have either encountered a great Opportunity, or she was an Epic herself!

The former would be understandable—some great Opportunities could significantly boost one’s strength, but this was a fixed enhancement, with its main advantage appearing in the early stages. The latter, however, meant that this blue-haired girl, whose class remained unknown, possessed limitless potential just like the Frost Dragon.

Where lies the greatest difference between Epics and those below Epic?

It isn’t in basic physical or mental attributes, nor in lifespan, nor in the speed of Rank advancement, nor entirely in the unimaginable Epic abilities—but rather…

Potential!

Below Epic, even a three-star Excellent-grade soldier would find it extremely difficult to step into the Legendary Realm.

This depends on talent! On Opportunity! On fortune!

The uncertainty is immense.

Taixuan had a Great Lord from his grandfather’s generation who nurtured dozens of Fourth Order Peak subordinates, yet not a single one managed to cross into the Legendary Realm.

But if one is an Epic, with systematic training and resources like the Perfect Breakthrough Stone, stepping into the Legendary Realm is almost a certainty. The only difference lies in whether it takes one year, two and a half years, or ten years to Breakthrough.

Perhaps in just a few years, Tianyuan would possess two Legends, leaving these ‘old-generation prodigies’ far behind.

Damn, how enviable!

But the Lords had no time for envy. Before the eighteen Lord legions could march into the Red Mist Zone, the monster Tribes in the distance began to boil.

Monster waves surged forth from within, rushing toward the various legions stationed outside the Red Mist Zone.

The great battle erupted instantly.

The old Lords had no leisure to let their thoughts wander. “No matter how limitless Tianyuan’s potential may be, right now, this is our stage!”

Staking the dignity of the old-generation prodigies, they were determined to fight to the end.

The eighteen Lord legions, like eighteen sharp Sword blades, thrust fiercely into the Red Mist Zone from different directions.

Some blades were sharp.

Some blades were dull.

The dull ones belonged to those Lords whose forces had suffered heavy losses. They struggled not only to breach the monster Tribes but even to withstand the waves, like small wooden boats tossed in a storm.

Yet they had no retreat—the Battlefield had shrunk, leaving them no choice but to fight to the end.

The sharp ones were naturally the elite among the selected Lords, with relatively intact forces, now revealing their true prowess.

“…#￥@%￥@&, in my name, Meteorfall!”

A Hero chanted a lengthy incantation, exhausting the energy stored in each gem on their person, and unleashed a strategic skill.

A massive meteor descended from the sky.

With a single strike, it obliterated an entire monster Tribe and countless monster waves.

“Sacred Blessing!”

“Blazing Sky Inferno!”

“Beast Horde Stampede!”

One after another, strategic skills capable of turning the tide in small to medium-sized wars were unleashed.

In an instant, several Lord legions broke through the monster waves and advanced deep into the zone.

Other Lords commanded legions that had forged a military spirit, advancing like unstoppable war machines.

Within the Youshan legion,

At Lord Youshan’s request, the Lord of Flesh Mountain glanced toward the Frost Dragon and rose from his Throne.

Behind him, the terrifying mountain of flesh grew increasingly distinct.

The Lords each displayed their Divine Abilities; even the weaker legions sought to make a final stand, radiating brilliant glows.

Waves of energy tides surged one after another.Deafening roars echoed one after another without end.

On the Tianyuan Legion’s side, Isloria also unleashed a strategic support skill.

“In the name of the stars, I bestow stellar blessings upon our legion.”

Beams of starlight showered down.

The entire elite force and officers of the Tianyuan Legion experienced a dramatic increase in speed and energy.

The Bone Dragon… the Frost Dragon Sario let out a heaven-shaking roar, seemingly announcing the arrival of the invincible dragon.

“ROAR!”

After completing its passenger-carrying mission, it grew even more exhilarated, roaring as it charged at the forefront of the legion.

Invincible draconic might radiated outward.

The swarming monsters, surging forward like tidal waves, fell to the ground one after another, tumbling over each other.

With just one breath attack, the Ice Dragon Sario sent the monsters flying skyward.

Among the waves, a few relatively powerful monsters resisted the overwhelming draconic pressure and launched assaults against Sario, but failed to breach its armor.

“Kekekekeke—”

“Even when facing surging tides, this dragon remains invincible on the battlefield.”

“No matter how numerous the ants may be, they cannot shake the mighty dragon.”

“Kekeke hahahaha—”

Frost Dragon Breath, Extreme Cold Tide—one wide-area advanced skill after another, Sario unleashed them as if they cost nothing.

Yet even simple dragon claw swipes and tail lashes, amplified by its massive size, possessed terrifying destructive power.

This was the Frost Dragon.

Invincible!

At this moment, the Frost Dragon Sario was the most dazzling presence in this sector of the battlefield. Even General Dolai was using its less proficient water wave spells to provide support.

Officers like Rakshasa, Red Robe, Lu Liu, and Seventeen played far less significant roles in such large-scale warfare.

Overshadowed by the dragon’s invincible might, they appeared as mere foot soldiers, hardly noticeable.

However, without them specifically eliminating the advanced monsters and mini-bosses within the monster waves, and without other elites harvesting the monsters from behind, Sario wouldn’t have been able to charge so recklessly.

It led the front.

The Undead Legion followed behind.

The Tianyuan route also began advancing rapidly, piercing through one monster tribe after another.

“Holy shit!”

The neighboring lords leading their troops struggled through difficult assaults. After fighting for quite some time and surveying their surroundings, they realized Tianyuan’s advancement speed had left them far behind.

Was this reasonable?

“Wasn’t it said that individual experts have very limited impact in large-scale wars like this?”

According to general theory, that was true.

Even Fourth-Order Experts, if they weren’t Heroes and didn’t master strategic skills, couldn’t turn the tide of a large-scale battle single-handedly.

But the Frost Dragon didn’t follow general principles.

Its scales were like impregnable towering city walls. Even hundreds of arrows, thrown spears, and even fireballs and lightning strikes could only leave faint, barely noticeable marks on them.

This was what the neighboring lords found most unbelievable.

So many fireballs and lightning strikes raining down—even Fourth-Order Experts wouldn’t dare face them head-on! Even if they could, it would drain immense energy, making sustained defense impossible.

However,

With the epic talent ‘Dragon Soul’ enhancing it, Sario’s Dragon Armor was incredibly resilient. It could withstand most attacks without expending any energy.

As long as the monsters’ attacks didn’t reach a certain threshold, for Sario, it was simply “-0”, “-0″—not even mandatory “-1” damage existed.Its defensive upper limit might not match Lu Liu’s, but its baseline defense could leave Lu Liu in the dust by ten blocks.

This was the Frost Dragon—a battlefield meat grinder, a slaughterer of ants.

This was the unreasonable power only an epic lifeform could possess.

What could the old Lords do besides sucking on lemons?

However, the Frost Dragon was still just a juvenile, and the battlefield was fraught with peril and ever-changing circumstances.

In the blink of an eye, Sario found himself in a bit of a predicament.

He had charged in too enthusiastically and was now trapped in a tide of enemies.

Brother Rakshasa and Sister Red Robe were still in the rear, separated from him by a river of monsters within the main force.

All around, dozens of Elite Red-Capped Goblins emerged with swift, whizzing movements.

They were tiny, but armed with energy all over their bodies, they could chip away at the Frost Dragon, creating small gaps one after another.

These gaps accumulated over time.

The scales gradually cracked.

This was very bad.

“No!”

“I am the noble and mighty Frost Dragon! Even if I’m deep in enemy tides, even if I’m at a disadvantage, this dragon can still be invincible in this world.”

Several commander-level monsters stepped through the air, approaching.

They summoned thunder spears one after another, piercing through the cold tide.

Sario widened his eyes.

Sario let out a roar.

“Boss, save me!!”

Save him? When even an epic lifeform was in crisis, who could possibly save him?

A neighboring Lord couldn’t help but glance over and heard a faint, sorrowful sigh.

The sigh wasn’t loud, but it eerily spread across the surrounding world.

In an instant, the world dimmed.

The neighboring Lord seemed to hear the gentle sound of flowing water and saw a winding Nether River, with flowers blooming on both sides.

In the middle, a blurred black figure stood.

Though it stood on the ground, it was like a deity, indifferently looking down upon the monsters stepping through the air and leaping mid-air.

Deadbone did not summon the Undead Holy Mountain.

How far his power had progressed after such a long period of refinement, even Mu Yuan did not know.

But at this moment, the Concept emanating from Deadbone had reached Great Perfection, and he had even taken half a step beyond that.

His Concept power gradually influenced the world.

The Concept gave birth to the Nether River. The Nether River flowed relentlessly with the power of decay.

As Deadbone stepped forward, the surrounding monsters withered and crumbled like flowers transplanted into the netherworld, turning to ashes one by one.

The aura of death drifted out, gathering in his palm.

Deadbone drew his sword.

The formless Nether River materialized into a tangible River of Death, rushing relentlessly toward the Frost Dragon not far away.

Second update…

(End of chapter)