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Just as Adaeze and Elder Yunlun were about to head to the fighting arena, Adaeze turned toward the sky and said to Elder Yunlun,
"Yunlun, the last party has arrived."
Soon, in the sky, a massive ship appeared, floating majestically. Its size was so great that a quarter of the forest surrounding the Kilvish clan could fit on its deck. From the ship, many teenagers descended, exuding powerful auras. They wore robes made from the finest silk, woven with shimmering silver threads.
At the front of the group was a man. He had a slender build and delicate features, with soft, expressive eyes that sparkled with warmth and kindness. His long, flowing hair cascaded in gentle waves over his shoulders, framing his face like a halo of silk. His clothing reflected his feminine sensibilities—pastel colors, floral patterns, and fabrics that draped gracefully over his figure. Despite his appearance, there was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself.
This man was Elder Adrian of the Jeral clan. With a graceful step, he approached Elder Adaeze and said,
"Oh, my Adaeze, you look so manly today—those muscles, those abs… no matter how many times I see them, it's never enough," Adrian said while licking his lips.
Upon hearing this, Adaeze felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively took a defensive stance.
"Adrian, if you take one more step, I swear you'll see hell," he warned.
Sensing his master's discomfort, Skylark let out a loud screech. The majestic bird spread its wings, stepping between Adaeze and Adrian, sparks of lightning crackling over its body.
"How adorable," Adrian said, smirking. "He's just like you, Adaeze—always giving such cute reactions whenever I tease you." He blew a flying kiss toward Skylark.
"Elder Adrian, welcome to the Kilvish Clan," Elder Yunlun said respectfully, interrupting the conversation before it could escalate into conflict. He didn't want a fight to break out before the competition began.
"Little Yunlun, you've become a man—but still not my type," Adrian replied with a dismissive wave, not even glancing at Elder Yunlun as he continued to focus on Adaeze.
Elder Yunlun's face twitched at the insult, but he maintained his polite smile. Turning to Elder Adaeze, he gestured toward a servant and said,
"Elder Adaeze, you may leave your mount with this servant."
Adaeze accepted the offer without hesitation—he didn't want to spend another moment near the flamboyant Adrian. He quickly walked away with his group, led by another guide, toward the arena.
"How cruel, Adaeze… wait for me!" Adrian called out, following after him and leaving Elder Yunlun behind.
A tear formed in Elder Yunlun's eye.
Why am I always stuck with these kinds of things? I swear, once the competition ends, I'm taking a vacation with all thirteen of my concubines.
Meanwhile, in the External Hall…
A large crowd had gathered in front of a towering structure. It stood tall and grand, several stories high—this was the Heaven-ranked treasure known as Nirvana Tower.
Nirvana Tower contained a miniature world within it, infused with spiritual energy. This inner realm mirrored the diversity and beauty of the mortal world—lush forests, towering mountains, and bustling scenery filled with countless sentient beings.
Outside the Nirvana Tower, a circular stage had been set up so the audience could view the competition. A special chamber had also been prepared for the four visiting clans, protected by a powerful array that prevented any form of spying.
Everyone from the Kilvish Clan had gathered to witness the True Dragon Competition. The moment a wave of spiritual pressure descended onto the stage, the entire crowd fell silent.
A man in a white robe descended from the sky, flying upon a sword. He had black hair and eyes, and bore a strong resemblance to Kaal—except this man was middle-aged and had a well-kept beard.
His aura was one with nature, a unique trait of a Sea Realm expert who had mastered a Dao—the law of nature itself. This man was Charles Kilvish, the Clan Leader of the Kilvish Clan.
"Today, in this Nirvana Tower, we will determine our next generation's leader," Charles declared, his calm voice carrying a mysterious charm.
"One of you will earn the title of Young Shadow Dragon of the Kilvish Clan. This title is not just a decoration—it is proof that you are the best of your generation, the pride of the clan. Today, you have a chance to soar into the heavens, even if it means wading through the blood of your peers."
He paused, gazing at each participant before continuing.
"The True Dragon Competition has three stages. The first stage will test your raw strength, techniques, talent, willpower, and perception. Only one hundred participants will advance, meaning seventy percent of you will not pass."
"The second stage is a survival trial. The hundred selected will be sent into a mystical forest within Nirvana Tower, where you must survive for one week. No storage rings are allowed, and killing is permitted. Only thirty participants will move to the final round."
"The final stage is a knockout tournament among the top thirty. The last participant standing will be the victor. The winner will not only receive a Heaven-ranked treasure but will also be granted rewards from all four clans as a gesture of goodwill."
"Prove that you are a dragon among dragons," Charles proclaimed before vanishing from the stage.
Immediately afterward, the massive doors of Nirvana Tower opened. All the participants gathered at its base.
Kaal, Samrat, Lauren, Divya, and many other young talents stood with excitement burning in their eyes—their blood boiling as they stared at the legendary tower.
Among the crowd, a robust youth with brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar over his left eye stared at Kaal and Samrat with intense killing intent.
"Soon… both of you will die by my hand," he murmured coldly.
Thanks to his Origin Core ability—Perception—Kaal's senses were razor-sharp. Feeling the murderous intent directed at him, he turned and locked eyes with the scarred youth.
"Interesting… things are getting more and more interesting," Kaal said with a smirk, then stepped through the gates of Nirvana Tower along with the others.
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