The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Last Ditch Effort

<You have gained the Racial skill: Bloodline Suppression.>

?Bloodline Suppression: As long as the skill is used on a lower-level dragon than the master, the dragon will lose all their will to fight and will have a lingering sense of fear as long as the master is in his pseudo-dragon form.?

BOOM!

As soon as the transformation completed, Sam in his Dragonid-Human form appeared, his crimson vertical pupils narrowing at the corrupted men like a predator eying its prey.

"So that's my darling's pseudo-dragon form, huh? I wonder how much more powerful he has just become," Ophelia commented, observing the dragonid-human standing with a sword in his hand.

"I've never seen a dragon possessing characteristics of two different dragon bloodlines," Mira, now standing with Sam's wives and Sophia, said in a low voice.

"It's not just about possessing two prominent dragon bloodlines; it's about the dragons of those bloodlines themselves. They have dominion over opposing elements—ice and fire," Sophia said, holding her chin.

Her earlier childish attitude disappeared for some reason, replaced with curiosity about the mystery that is her little brother.

"This will undoubtedly become a weakness in future cultivation because it will disrupt the balance in their core. But this never affected the noble dragon families."

"A dragon born from parents having two high-grade bloodlines, like my brother, cannot awaken both the bloodlines, unlike my brother."

"Their bodies are not capable of handling two high-grade bloodlines, disabling them from using both their bloodline powers, and they lose the ability to transform into a dragon," Sophia explained to the girls.

As a noble dragon with a high-grade bloodline, her knowledge on this is naturally very high.

"But our darling not only awakened two high-grade dragon bloodlines, but they are also of opposing elements—ice and fire. He has greater proficiency than any other dragon, and his Dragonid-Human form is the proof of it," Yuna pointed at her husband.

'He has the characteristics of both the Frozen Abyssal Dragon and the Crimson Inferno Dragon,' Mira thought to herself.

It wasn't just her who was contemplating this; every single dragon in the arena had their eyes glued to the pseudo-dragon with a shocked expression.

The ugly, corrupted being growled intensely, its disfigured face turning in all directions to find its enemy.

Suddenly, a hand gripped its neck, and something sharp pierced its flesh.

Sam's lips parted in an evil grin as he threw the creature to the ground and descended, delivering a powerful kick to its stomach.

As the disfigured creature crashed onto the ground, Sam extended his crimson claws, leaving five claw marks on its chest.

But Sam was far from finished. His claws, burning with crimson dragon flames, continued their assault—slashes making x-shaped marks, followed by another at its face.

Like a water balloon, its flesh cleaved open, releasing a black, disgusting substance that splattered out.

However, the black blood evaporated as it touched Sam's claws, burned away by the crimson dragon flame.

The creature struggled under Sam's rapid assault, attempting to shake him off with its tail.

But each time it tried to retaliate, something slapped it back, and then coiled around its neck, preventing it from breathing.

"I too have a tail, and it's much stronger than yours," Sam declared, his scale-covered tail restricting the creature's movements.

His aura intensified, and his long white hair, accented with crimson, defied gravity.

In disgust, Sam watched as the creature's hundreds of claw wounds slowly healed.

Without batting an eye, he slashed his sword, severing its head, followed by its limbs—hands, legs, tail.

The severed body parts continued moving independently, though the central part showed no signs of healing.

"Just as I thought, it cannot recover from decapitation, but somehow it's still alive," Sam observed.

He then examined the black blood splattered on the ground, noting its destructive effect—rotting everything it touched.

Manipulating the black substance with his fingers, he stored it in a bottle before incinerating the remaining remnants with his crimson flames.

...

"He defeated a Great Sage on steroids, like crushing an ant. Just how much power did that transformation give him?" Ava exclaimed in astonishment.

Though shocked that a teenage Battle Monarch could easily defeat a Great Sage, everyone's focus shifted to the corrupted men as they sensed the barrier weakening rapidly.

"Patriarch Solheart, what should we do? The barrier is just about done," an elder dragon inquired.

Aware that they would only face death if they fought against all the uncorrupted ones, weakened by Sam extracting their life force, they remained oblivious to the fact that Sam had also siphoned off about 40% of their innate potential.

Before Patriarch Solheart could propose a solution, Patriarch Flareheart spoke up, "We can't win; we can only run for now and regroup."

"How do we do that? Once the barrier is down, they will surround us. Unless we fight our way out, we are doomed to die here," an elder corrupted vampire voiced his concerns.

"There is a way for us to escape," Alexander, one of the major masterminds, shared his thoughts.

Everyone looked at him, silently signaling him to continue speaking. "We can use the formation that summoned the beast to teleport us from here."

"Are you kidding me? We don't have a formation master here. How do you expect us to do that?" Patriarch Crystallini, who had been silent until now due to his confidence, asked with an aggrieved expression.

"Listen first, you are not the only one whose life is at stake here," Alexander continued.

"We don't need a formation master. I know how to change the default target of the formation, but I need some time to do that."

"We can do something about buying you time," Patriarch Flareheart said.

"I have a technique that can temporarily freeze their movement, but I need a lot of spiritual energy."

"I suggest that, other than Alexander, the others charge me up with your spiritual energy. As soon as Alexander finishes resetting the formation, we shall escape. How about it?"

...

A whistling sound echoed through the air as the uncorrupted ones stood before the rapidly weakening barrier, facing the corrupted ones in a deadlock.

On one side stood those fueled by the rage built up from the betrayal of their own kin, determined to destroy the corrupted ones.

Today marked the end of their meaningless journey.

On the other side were the corrupted ones, having sacrificed their humanity, pride, and self-respect.

They degraded themselves to the point of attempting to steal the future of the next generation for the sake of increasing their cultivation power.

They had earned the disdain of everyone, including their own kin, and now they would pay the ultimate price.

BUZZ!

The colorless barrier gained a subtle blue hue as it fluctuated.

Victoria raised an eyebrow, noticing that the corrupted patriarch Flareheart's hands were behind his back—an unusual stance.

With keen observation skills, she instantly picked up on this detail.

"I'm going to torture those motherfuckers," the vampire queen's eyes gleamed dangerously.

Those nearby could sense the impending horror awaiting those who would end up under her feet.

In terms of quality and quantity, the uncorrupted ones surpassed the corrupted ones easily.

The corrupted ones might have succeeded in killing every one of them if their plan had worked.

Even now, they could have put up a decent fight if Sam hadn't drained their life force. Currently, they were like legless chickens waiting to be cooked alive.

A pin-drop silence descended upon the Nightshade Arena as the purple sky was covered with dark clouds formed due to Sam breaking the rules.

The clouds took the shape of an eye, which wasn't unusual, as clouds could take the form of virtually anything.

As the last drop of corrupted energy dried up, the barrier slowly lost its intensity, and the blue flickering hue disappeared, leaving the stage wide open.

"I'm going to rip their throats out," Kate charged into the energy, heading straight for one of the masterminds behind the entire scheme.

Patriarch Flareheart observed the group of cultivators rushing in for the kill without feeling threatened, contrary to what one might expect. "Let's just hope this works. I have nothing to lose except for my life, anyway."

"Give your spiritual energy," he requested without sparing a minute.

"I hope your plan works. I don't want to die here."

"I didn't give myself to the devil just to die a meaningless death."

All the uncorrupted ones instantly poured their remaining spiritual energy into Patriarch Flareheart's body.

His aura grew stronger, not because he actually became more potent, but his body overflowed with spiritual energy.

"Now," he intervened his fingers and extended them in front of the incoming cultivators. An invisible, spiderweb-like structure formed in the air, trapping them in their movements.

"What is this? I can't move," the cultivators, including Kate Dracula and Adriana Hailstorm, the strongest among them, found themselves rooted to their places.

"I can't use my spiritual energy either."

"I can't even rotate my eyeballs. What the hell did they do?" Panic spread among the cultivators.

"This... this is the Dragonweb Bind Essence technique," Victoria, who recognized the formation, spoke in horror.

"Alexander, hurry up! I can't keep up with this technique any longer," Patriarch Flareheart gritted his teeth, feeling pain all over his body as it hurt like a bitch.