Eternal Holy Emperor
Chapter 685 - 629 Thief Dragon First Update

Chapter 685: Chapter 629 Thief Dragon First Update

Indeed, it was a dragon.

With horns on its head and four claws on its belly, the beast’s body was adorned with row upon row of intimidatingly icy Dragon Scales. Though just about ten feet long, the creature clearly harbored a formidable Dragon Power within.

At this very moment, it sneakily entered the palace where Ye Chen was in meditation, a black cloth wrapped around its head, obscuring its cranium and carrying a bundle on its back. It lacked any of the dignity one would expect from a dragon, instead appearing decidedly sleazy and cautious, like a thief in the night.

This dragon was just too peculiar.

Ye Chen could only stare dumbfounded, yet for some reason, he felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this posture somewhere before.

As soon as the dragon saw Ye Chen, it didn’t panic. Instead, it swaggered over with its hind limbs, giving Ye Chen a disdainful glance with its dark gold dragon eyes and said, "Kid, what are you staring at? Haven’t seen a dragon as handsome and dashing as Lord Dragon? You’re just a country bumpkin, astonished by the sight of something new and unusual. I despise you."

Ye Chen’s face twisted into an odd expression as he looked at this Thief Dragon, suddenly revealing a strange smile.

That Thief Dragon, sensing Ye Chen’s smile, for some reason felt a sense of déjà vu.

It felt like someone from the old days.

Yet the dragon shook its head, convincing itself it was merely an illusion. Then it soared into the air, looking down imperiously on Ye Chen from high above, with both claws on its hips, arrogantly declared, "Kid, do you have any idea who I am? I am the greatest Ancestor Dragon between Heaven and Earth. Seeing Lord Dragon and not kneeling down immediately? Perhaps, if Lord Dragon is pleased, I might just casually give you a few pointers, and let your cultivation soar."

That Thief Dragon, after so many years, hadn’t changed a bit. Ye Chen shook his head and chuckled.

Whoosh—

Ye Chen suddenly soared into the sky with incredible speed, appearing right in front of the Thief Dragon. He swung his golden hand, slicing through the air, and sparks flew amidst the resounding clang, ripping apart the very fabric of space.

That palm strike could have surely left a deep imprint on a Holy Weapon, yet the Thief Dragon merely tumbled awkwardly in the air and seemed only a little worse for wear, suffering little real damage.

Even Ye Chen marveled at this, truly worthy of a Mutant Species True Dragon from legend. Apart from some differences, it was essentially no different from the Pure Blood True Dragon, equally supreme and indestructible, with an incredibly powerful bloodline.

The Thief Dragon was enraged, this young man not only disrespected Lord Dragon, but he had also attacked it, which genuinely infuriated it.

"Kid, you have made Lord Dragon angry. Now let me show you just how formidable a Divine Dragon really is."

With a dragon’s cry, its Dragon Form exploded forth, clad in Golden Dragon Scales, with an overwhelming Dragon Power, roaring deeply, making the entire Floating Divine Island nearly unable to withstand the force, on the verge of collapse.

But Ye Chen stepped forward, and the World Power from the World Gate within him surged out, stabilizing the entire Divine Island and preventing it from collapsing.

Moreover, he took the initiative to strike back with his Immortal Golden Body, lashing out once more with a golden palm.

The True Dragon, having suffered a setback not long before, wouldn’t be fooled again. It roared and counterattacked with a dragon claw of its own.

Boom—

The entire void shattered, and the palace structures would have crumbled if not for the stability provided by the World Power.

Ye Chen stood his ground, and as he beheld the Thief Dragon, he couldn’t help but sigh. As rumored, it was a mutant species of True Dragon, coursing with the purest Dragon Blood, capable at any moment of metamorphosing into a genuine Divine Dragon—this was no idle boast, but the truth.

Just now, when Ye Chen directly clashed with the Thief Dragon, even his Combat Saint Body, akin to an Immortal Golden Body, could not come near, and even his golden palm was tingling slightly. He had to marvel at the sheer strength of the Thief Dragon’s body.

Otherwise, had it been an ordinary Saint, with Ye Chen’s current state, despite the protection of Daoist Skill and Holy-grade armor, he would have been blown away, his Holy Armor torn, and he would have suffered severe injuries.

However, the Thief Dragon was merely thrown back several yards, nothing more.

The Thief Dragon, its eyes wide with dark golden hues, looked at Ye Chen in shock. For its own claw was now spasming, and even traces of golden Dragon Blood appeared, wounded.

It was an incredible turn of events.

Who was it?

The greatest among True Dragons in the world, positioned at the highest echelons of beings, born with a naturally formidable physique, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say it was among the strongest.

But today, it had been injured in the confrontation—an impossible occurrence; previously, only when facing that damned individual had it experienced such, and now this youngster before it, where on earth did he come from, possessing a physical strength so stupendously mighty that he could be compared to that individual from the past.

Ye Chen laughed, understanding that the Thief Dragon had probably guessed something. He then burst into hearty laughter, "Old bastard, have you forgotten me?"

While speaking, he charged forward, delivering another golden palm slash. With a resonant clang and sparks flying, the Thief Dragon’s entire body was thoroughly hurled away, tumbling through the void.

"Damn it, that really hurts!" the Thief Dragon cursed aloud and then, turning to Ye Chen, couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "I @#￥%... could you really be that cursed brat?"

Swish—

Ye Chen, striking out, transformed into a blazing golden light, surged toward the Thief Dragon, unleashing eighteen consecutive palm strikes. Each one shimmered with crystalline golden light, repeatedly slashing at the Thief Dragon, the clanging sound endless, sparks constantly bursting forth.

The Thief Dragon roared, its scales standing on end, activating its Dragon Power in retaliation.

But Ye Chen too had Dragon Origin-derived terrifying Dragon Power within him, and combined with the Combat Saint Body, it was frighteningly formidable.

In but the blink of an eye, he had overpowered the Thief Dragon, his golden palm heavy as a Heavenly Stele pressing down, as heavy as billions of pounds, making it impossible for the Thief Dragon to struggle free, continuously roaring and hissing.

"Enough, you damned brat, stop it already, this Lord Dragon is about to be beaten to death by you."

Almost incapable of fighting back, the Thief Dragon turned into a crystalline golden lightning bolt and fled.

"Damn it, that really hurts. Can’t you take it easy, lad?" the Thief Dragon screamed, and then staring wide-eyed at Ye Chen, it said, "You damned, curse-worthy Qian Yue, you really aren’t dead."

"Still don’t believe it? Want to go another round?"

Ye Chen smiled, advanced in his Golden Body, raising his palm, but seeing his action, the Thief Dragon, like a streak of lightning, fled immediately, not daring to approach, the previous endless agony a lesson not easily forgotten.

"Long time no see, Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, you bloody old bastard," Ye Chen said gently, with a nostalgic tone, greeting an old acquaintance—or rather, an old dragon.

"Scram!" the Thief Dragon raised its middle claw in grand contempt at Ye Chen.

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