Reborn as the Last van Ambrose
Chapter 181: Ao Guang

Chapter 181: Ao Guang

Ao Guang stepped fully into the chamber. But instead of acknowledging Mo Xuan, he turned his attention to his fellow Dragon Kings as if the ancient sorcerer was nothing more than an annoying insect.

"Brother," he said to Ao Shun. "Give the boy a push. He’ll thank me later."

Ao Shun looked confused. "Brother, what do you mean?"

"The human," Ao Guang clarified. "He’s teetering on the edge between life and death. His soul is trying to make a choice, but he needs encouragement to take the final step."

Mo Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange. "You think you can simply ignore me? I am Mo Xuan, the—"

Ao Guang continued speaking to Ao Shun as if Mo Xuan hadn’t said a word. "A gentle push to where he needs to be."

"Excuse me," Mo Xuan said, his voice rising with indignation. "I am speaking to you."

"My son, it seems like you’ve found yourself." Ao Guang said.

Mo Xuan’s pale face was beginning to flush with anger. "You arrogant fool! Do you not understand what I am? What I represent?"

Ao Guang glanced at him for the first time, his expression one of mild annoyance. "Oh, you’re still here? I was hoping you would have the sense to leave quietly."

The casual dismissal annyoned Mo Xuan. For two thousand years, he had been the puppet master, the hidden power behind conflicts. No one had ever treated him as irrelevant.

"I am the architect of everything that has happened!" Mo Xuan snarled, dark energy beginning to gather around his hands. "I orchestrated the wars, corrupted your son, manipulated the Dragon Kings themselves!"

"Yes, yes," Ao Guang said with the tone of someone humoring a child. "Very impressive. Now run along before I decide you’re actually worth my attention."

He turned back to his brothers. "Ao Qin, how is your realm doing now?"

"Brother," Ao Qin replied carefully, "perhaps we should deal with the immediate threat first?"

"What threat?" Ao Guang asked, genuinely puzzled. Then his gaze fell on Mo Xuan again. "Oh, him. He’s not a threat, brother. He’s a distraction at best."

Mo Xuan’s composure finally cracked completely. "ENOUGH!"

The sorcerer unleashed every technique he possessed simultaneously. Soul drain, corruption fields, dimensional tears, necromantic energy—all of it directed at Ao Guang in a display of power that should have been able to level mountains.

Ao Guang didn’t dodge. He didn’t even seem particularly concerned.

Instead, he simply raised one finger.

The change was immediate and horrifying. Every drop of blood in Mo Xuan’s body suddenly became Ao Guang’s to command. The sorcerer’s devastating attack faltered.

It flowed backward through his veins, pooled in places it shouldn’t, and worst of all, began to heat up.

"You see," Ao Guang said conversationally as Mo Xuan writhed in agony, "water magic has many applications. Most practitioners focus on external manipulation—moving rivers, creating ice, summoning storms. But the truly advanced practitioners understand that water exists everywhere."

He gestured, and Mo Xuan’s blood began to flow out through his pores, forming crimson threads that danced through the air as it looked like Ao Guang was in charge of an orchestra.

"In clouds, in plants, in soil," Ao Guang continued, his voice remaining perfectly calm as he tortured the ancient sorcerer. "And most importantly, in living beings. Did you know that a human body is roughly sixty percent water? A dragon’s is closer to seventy percent."

The blood threads coalesced into a dozen razor-sharp spears that hovered around Mo Xuan’s floating body. The sorcerer tried to use his corruption magic to counter the attack, but his own body was betraying him.

"Blood is just highly specialized water," Ao Guang explained, as if giving a lecture. "Rich in minerals, proteins, and most importantly, life force itself. When you can control blood, you can control life."

One of the blood spears shot forward, piercing Mo Xuan’s shoulder. The sorcerer’s scream echoed through the chamber as his own blood was turned against him.

"The beauty of blood magic," Ao Guang continued, "is that it works from the inside out. No matter how powerful your defenses, no matter how sophisticated your barriers, you still need blood to live."

Mo Xuan tried to phase his body into shadow to escape the blood manipulation, but Ao Guang simply exerted more control. The sorcerer’s attempt failed as his blood refused to cooperate with the transformation.

"Please," Mo Xuan gasped, his arrogance finally broken. "I can offer you power beyond imagination. Knowledge accumulated over millennia. Secrets that—"

"Can you offer me something I don’t already have?" Ao Guang asked, genuinely curious. "Can you give me strength I don’t possess? Wisdom I haven’t acquired? Authority I don’t wield?"

When Mo Xuan didn’t answer, Ao Guang nodded. "I thought not."

The Dragon King made a subtle gesture, and Mo Xuan’s blood began to move faster through his system. Not boiling—that would have killed him instantly—but heating enough to cause excruciating pain.

"You spent two thousand years manipulating events from the shadows," Ao Guang said. "Pulling strings, corrupting minds, thinking yourself clever. But you made one fundamental error."

Another blood spear formed, this one larger than the others. It hovered directly in front of Mo Xuan’s heart.

"You assumed that raw power was the ultimate authority," Ao Guang continued. "But true power isn’t about destruction or domination. It’s about understanding the fundamental forces that govern existence and making them your servants."

The blood spear began to spin slowly.

"Blood carries life," Ao Guang said. "It carries memory, emotion, identity. When I control your blood, I don’t just control your body—I control everything you are."

Mo Xuan’s eyes went wide with terror as he realized the true scope of what he was facing. This wasn’t just superior power—it was power of a completely different order of magnitude.

"Now," Ao Guang said, his voice taking on the authority of absolute command, "shall we discuss why you thought it was acceptable to harm my children?"

The blood spear moved closer to Mo Xuan’s heart, and the ancient sorcerer who had manipulated dragons found himself face to face with something he had never encountered before—a being whose power made his own seem insignificant.

Behind them, following Ao Guang’s earlier instruction, Ao Shun finally kicked Grim’s Frozen body directly under the egg.

As Grim arrived in the center, nire chains began to fall and land next to him.

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