Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 738

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Ryu’s gaze was locked onto the skies, his pupils constricted to an extreme.

This day, it was something not only the Zu had worried about, but it was something even the Martial Gods had alluded to. In that instant, several things clicked into place and Ryu grasped many things. Ultimately, he landed on one conclusion:

This was the final effort of the Heavens.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The winds blade ricocheted off of the protective barriers of the main city, but many of the lower ranking cities didn’t weather the storm as easily. Some split directly in two, other, more sturdy ones, found themselves knocked off course, threatening to leave the gravitational orbit of the Guild.

The attack was so sudden and powerful that no one seemed capable of reacting for several moments. Even Ryu seemed frozen in time for but a moment.

A mighty Dragon’s Might descended from the skies, forcing the weak to their knees. Lines of gravity manifested in the air like streaks of whining space. It made it hard for one to tell whether the atmosphere had just gotten a lot heavier or if a storm of raging rain had begun to fall from above.

The Dragon’s Might washed over Ryu like a spring breeze. He felt his muscles tingle a bit, but outside of this, nothing at all changed.

Under normal circumstances, this might very well be a good thing. But, in this sort of situation… It was exactly the opposite.

It took no more than a split moment for the emerald irises of the Wind Dragon to pierce through the veil, landing on Ryu. It had only just been about to unleash a tirade, a soliloquy of dominance and a reminder of its superiority. But, the moment it sensed Ryu, it was like all of this had gone out the window.

“Human. You dare?”

The voice was like a rumbling crack of thunder. If not for Ryu’s extensive knowledge of ancient languages, not to mention his intelligence in guessing patterns of language evolution allowing him to comprehend the tweaks this Dragon Tongue had undergone over time, he wouldn’t have understood anything spoken at all.

The dome of protection over the main city trembled, threatening to collapse entirely. This beast was only at the Eleventh Order, the equivalent to the World Sea Realm. In fact, it wasn’t even at the pinnacle of the Eleventh Order and could only be considered to be at the Middle Eleventh Order. And yet…

Its strength already rivaled False Sky Gods.

There was absolutely no way that anyone with strength beneath that level would be able to shake the Armament Guild, let alone do so as casually.

When it spoke, it didn’t even seem enraged. It sounded as though it was watching an ant that dared to step out of line.

It had never thought it would find a human with Dragon Blood the moment it returned. It had heard its fair share of stories about such a thing, but it could never believe it. A mighty Dragon sharing a bed with a pathetic human? Such scourges and trash of the Dragon Clan didn’t deserve to call themselves Dragons. As for those who lost in battle and had their Blood Essence snatched away by the Scarlet Sparrow, they were even more unworthy.

Hearing such a voice, Ryu’s shocked gaze slowly returned to calm. His blood boiled and his canines grew as his pupils flickered between red, blue, violet and silver.

He grinned, a clash of sharp teeth causing sparks to fly in the air.

For a moment, it was as though there was no one else. No one but Ryu and this mighty Wind Dragon.

Licks of flames spread from the corners of Ryu’s lips, his pristine white hair fluttering in the wind.

“There’s nothing in this world I don’t dare to do.”

Ryu’s Dragon Tongue boomed through the air, sending ripples of concentric circles. His own voice was almost immediately drowned out by the destruction and that of the Dragon’s own, but it didn’t seem to matter. Whether it was Ryza who was by his side, Wynhorn who had already exited her floating island, or the Dragon above that had been paying attention to his every action from the very start…

They all heard him loud and clear.

The Wind Dragon was stunned for a moment. There wasn’t a hint of fear in Ryu’s eyes. In fact, there was only eagerness as though he couldn’t wait to tear it limb from limb.

After a while, the Wind Dragon released a toothy grin of its own, the might of its powerful body causing space itself to bend and quake.

“Lu’card. That human is yours.”

Right then, the crack in space the Wind Dragon had come from suddenly imploded. A flood of beasts rained down from above, each of them exuding powerful auras.

However, among them all, there was one that Ryu’s gaze locked on to, refusing to move away.

Compared to the Wind Dragon, this junior Dragon was much smaller, being only about a kilometer long. Its body was covered in radiant silver scales and its pupils were just as resplendent a silver. If it stopped and didn’t move at all, one would think that it was a precious statue, immaculately sculpted by the Gods.

It only took a glance for Ryu to realize that this was an especially rare Spatial Dragon. Every generation would only produce at most a dozen and their strength existed on almost a separate plane of its own. Despite being a junior, and only of the Lower Eight Order, equivalent of the Lower Path Extinction Realm, the pressure it exuded was unlike anyone of that cultivation Realm should be able to match.

However, this wasn’t what shocked Ryu at all.

He could sense it as clear as day and Lu’card did nothing to hide it, flaunting it with an arrogance that could topple mountains and dry up seas.

The Fourth Ranked Heavenly Pupils, the Darkness Pupils.

[Author’s Note: For those who looked up the auxiliary, the Darkness Pupils are indeed the Chaos Pupils. The original name was Blackhole Pupils, but I changed it to Chaos when I wrote the auxiliary. Clearly, I was drunk that day. This name change is more apropos]