My Crazy Upgrade System

Ba Long volunteered to fight. Ming Chen said nothing; he was even more furious, but he agreed with Ba Long. With both of their brothers slain, they, as the ones in charge here, naturally had to bear the brunt of the responsibility.

He had to fight Yi Tianyun. Otherwise, with so many of his subordinates watching, and with countless Cultivators sensing the change and flying over to see what was happening, his reputation was on the line.

Even if he was no match, he had to fight with all his might. This was a matter of the Celestial Nether Divine Kingdom’s honor. If they were to flee in cowardice, the Celestial Nether Saint Master would never forgive them, even if they survived.

The reason was simple. The Celestial Nether Divine Kingdom had always adhered to one principle: no place for the weak!

"Alright then, you’re up." Yi Tianyun didn’t even need a break; he was ready for the next match right away.

He had been absorbing plenty of experience all along. This couldn’t be called a battle; it was just him crushing his opponents. After raising his cultivation to the eighth layer of the Void Spirit Stage, dealing with them was no challenge at all. Moreover, their own techniques were no match for his.

Niu Tuntian’s absorption ability, Nangong Ming’s Netherworld Fire—both were inferior to Yi Tianyun’s versions, which was why he could crush them so effortlessly. Even if his cultivation had been lower, he could still move freely by completely suppressing their Absolute Skills.

With a tap of his finger, the protective shield enveloping Ba Long’s body vanished. The instant it disappeared, Ba Long, clutching his Dragon Spear, unleashed his full power. Thick Dragon Scales erupted to cover his entire body, and a dragon tail even sprouted from his back, whipping violently against the ground.

With a loud CRACK, he shot forward, his speed increasing immensely as he became a tornado, aiming to pierce straight through his foe!

"ROAR!"

Simultaneously, a terrifying phantom of a Giant Dragon materialized behind him. It spread its massive claws and lunged at Yi Tianyun, its power unleashed to the absolute maximum. Clearly, his inner rage was so intense that the moment the shield vanished, he had immediately erupted with his strongest attack, intending to run Yi Tianyun through in a single blow!

A domineering Dragon Power surged skyward, its momentum unstoppable.

"Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

Ba Long let out a long cry, which was more a vent for his inner fury than a battle cry, as he sought to kill his opponent in a single strike!

In the blink of an eye, he was upon Yi Tianyun, his spear thrusting forward. The Giant Dragon phantom instantly sealed off all of Yi Tianyun’s escape routes. There was nowhere to run.

An overwhelming killing intent erupted from his eyes; he was truly enraged to the absolute limit.

As the spear thrust toward him, a red light flashed in Yi Tianyun’s eyes. The Dragon God Bloodline within him exploded forth, instantly covering his entire body in crimson Dragon Scales. An even more domineering Long Wei was unleashed, viciously suppressing his opponent’s Long Wei and overwhelming it completely!

Then, he reached out and caught the incoming spear. The impact sent him sliding back more than ten meters before he slowly ground to a halt. Puffs of white smoke rose from the palm gripping the Dragon Spear, yet his hold was firm. Forget about piercing his body; the spear couldn’t even budge.

"In such a hurry to die?" Yi Tianyun grinned. ’Of all the things to compete in, he chose Long Wei? He chose to challenge the purity of my Dragon Race Bloodline?’

His fifth-grade Dragon God Bloodline was exceedingly pure, already approaching the Bloodline of a true Dragon God—at least half its concentration. In terms of aura alone, he already held a decisive advantage over Ba Long.

The two weren’t even in the same league. One was a king-tier grade, while the other was a common Dragon Race grade. It was obvious at a glance who was stronger.

"Dra-Dragon God Bloodline..." Ba Long’s expression turned grim. He had put all his might into that one thrust, yet it had been caught so easily. In terms of raw strength alone, his opponent was a cut above him!

Even though Ba Long was at the fifth layer of the Spirit King Stage, Yi Tianyun’s power still surpassed his. This was due not only to his fifth-grade Dragon God Bloodline but also the power boost from his equipment and the burst from Madness Mode. Who could possibly stop him!

Most importantly, the majesty of the Dragon God had already put his opponent firmly in his place.

The manifestation of the Dragon God’s majesty behind him roared at the phantom trailing Ba Long, and the Giant Dragon phantom immediately cowered. This was the difference in tiers. The most orthodox Bloodline belonged to Yi Tianyun. ’How dare the bloodline of a mere worm call itself a True Dragon?’

"You dare call that Bloodline Power a Dragon Race Bloodline?" Yi Tianyun sneered. He wrenched the Dragon Spear, pulling the unprepared Ba Long along with it. Then, his fist, covered in thick, red Dragon Scales, came crashing down.

"THUD!"

Ba Long tried to counterattack, but his Dragon Power was so thoroughly suppressed that his reactions were a beat too slow. He failed to block in time and took the full force of the punch. He was sent flying, tumbling several times before he came to a stop, unable to even keep his grip on his Dragon Spear.

Bloodline suppression was a terrifying thing, especially among Divine Beasts where the hierarchy was incredibly strict. Before a high-grade Bloodline, even a Cultivator at the Saint Master level would have to kneel in submission!

Ba Long’s was just an ordinary Dragon Race Bloodline. Compared to Yi Tianyun’s Dragon God Supreme Bloodline, it was complete garbage.

"Weren’t you going to kill me? Go on, then," Yi Tianyun said as he slowly walked over, gesturing for Ba Long to get up and keep fighting.

The onlookers were utterly shocked. They had all been counting on Ba Long to defeat Yi Tianyun. Who could have expected that the intruder’s Bloodline was so far superior to Ba Long’s that it created this level of suppression!

Under these circumstances, Ba Long’s strength was drastically reduced. With even the power of his own Bloodline suppressed, what strength could he possibly muster?

Ming Chen’s expression was grim. This was an outcome no one had anticipated. How could they have possibly known that Yi Tianyun possessed an even higher-grade Dragon Race Bloodline?

"Lord Ba Long is in trouble. How can someone with a Dragon God-grade Bloodline be here? Who is he? Could he be from Dragon Valley?"

"Impossible. Dragon Valley isn’t here; it’s in the Celestial Realm. Why would someone from there show up in the Netherworld?"

"Is this intruder from Dragon Valley? Our Celestial Nether Divine Kingdom hasn’t provoked anyone from there, has it?"

A chill ran down their spines. Moments ago, they were cheering for Ba Long to crush Yi Tianyun. Now, Ba Long was the one being utterly crushed by the intruder. This was far beyond anything they had anticipated.

They hadn’t expected it, but Yi Tianyun had. He knew from the start that Ba Long was the weakest opponent he’d faced here. Weaker even than Niu Tuntian. Unless Ba Long had no Dragon Race Bloodline at all, his power was always going to be suppressed.

To put it bluntly, Ba Long’s cultivation was at the fifth layer of the Spirit King Stage, but under the Bloodline suppression, he could only exert the power of the first or second layer at most. Niu Tuntian was crushed at the third layer of the Spirit King Stage; someone at the first or second layer would be ground into dust.

"Th-this... how is this possible..." Despair filled Ba Long’s eyes. This was their greatest fear. Bloodline suppression was terrifying, but he had never imagined this intruder would possess the Dragon God Bloodline. He stared at Yi Tianyun and roared, "Are you from Dragon Valley?!"

"From Dragon Valley?" Yi Tianyun shook his head and smiled faintly. "I’m not from Dragon Valley. You could say I came from Hell... to exterminate trash like you!"