Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 406: The Old Golden Dragon's Pressure and Temptation

Where the golden meteor passed, the clouds rapidly parted to both sides, and the atmosphere emitted a low, mournful groan.

It was as if the entire sky was clearing a path for its arrival, showcasing its majestic authority.

One moment, it was still at the far end of the horizon, like a distant star. The next moment, a suffocating dragon might, akin to a tsunami, had already crashed down upon the Silent Plains.

Whether it was the Molten Iron Tribe monsters and followers still riding the high of victory.

Or the surrendered prisoners of the Divine Kingdom of Theo, trembling as they awaited their fate.

Dragons, humans, all manner of intelligent or non-intelligent beings... under the suppression of this powerful and surging dragon might, they all felt waves of intense suffocation. It was as if the surrounding air had been instantly sucked dry, an invisible, heavy pressure crushing down on every inch of their skin and soul.

In the span of just a few breaths.

The golden meteor, once at the distant horizon, now hung suspended above the plains, carrying an unparalleled aura, right before their eyes!

The excessively dazzling light surrounding its body rapidly contracted inward, collapsed, as if smoothed by an invisible hand, finally revealing the true and majestic form beneath the radiance.

It was a male Gold Dragon, far larger in size than Nasha and Alberto.His body length exceeded thirty-five meters. The scales covering his body were not the brilliant, dazzling, iridescent gold of younger Gold Dragons, but rather presented a heavy, polished luster, deep and restrained. Upon his scales were distributed one after another clearly visible Battle-Hardened Patterns, mottled and rough, all medals left by battle.

His pair of dragon horns were rugged and sinuous, their surfaces inscribed with many fine, glowing runes.

A long, slender golden silk of unknown material, emitting a soft radiance, as if possessing life, encircled his long neck and part of his torso.

It moved without wind, slowly rising and falling, adding to his aura of mystery and transcendence.

Sacred, majestic, noble, and unfathomably powerful... these various temperaments blended together, forming an immense, face-on sense of oppression.

He was precisely the biological father of Nasha and Alberto, one of the highly respected dragon elders within the Vophal Dragon Domain.

The Legendary Gold Dragon — Ovis Aurelius.

The old Gold Dragon's gaze immediately locked onto Nasha.

The glaring hole in the armor was also taken in by his eyes, but he did not erupt in fury.

His originally tense and stern dragon face, taut with urgency and worry, visibly relaxed upon confirming his offspring was safe and sound, returning to a state of unrippled, deep-seated calm.

Earlier, upon discovering the armor was almost instantly destroyed.

Ovis, far away in the Vophal Dragon Domain, had jolted awake from his light rest. Without the slightest hesitation, he had raced towards the Silent Plains at his fastest speed.

He was well aware of the sturdiness of this armor of his.

Unless it encountered an attack at the Legendary level, and one without any reservation, it was absolutely impossible to be damaged to such an extent in one go.

Therefore, the old Gold Dragon had been both furious and uneasy.

During his full-speed flight, he had even rehearsed the worst-case scenario in his mind, preparing himself to unleash a storm of blood and slaughter, to devour the enemy alive, to avenge his offspring.

As for now.

Although the specific details were still unclear, Ovis's heart quickly calmed. After all, he was an old dragon of over seven hundred years, having weathered many storms, his emotions far more steady than those of younger dragons.

The old Gold Dragon did not immediately launch into an attack or demand answers with a stern voice.

His gaze shifted away from Nasha and began calmly surveying the surroundings, taking in the entire scene of the plains.

Thus, that unfilial, long-unseen rebellious son Alberto; the plains earth, riddled with wounds as if plowed over; the dark, dense mass of the human prisoner army guarded by many strange-looking monsters; the dragons circling and gathering, with varied expressions; the lingering Legendary aura within the massive crater on the ground... all these chaotic, information-rich elements were swiftly captured and analyzed by him.

Finally, the old Gold Dragon's gaze shifted back to Nasha once more.

More accurately, it went past Nasha, landing on the dragon that she and Gold Dragon Alberto had, intentionally or not, been shielding with their bodies.

The dragon of red and iron, covered in wounds yet still carrying a fierce and formidable aura.

Simultaneously, based on the scene before him, the old Gold Dragon's mind was as clear as a mirror, rapidly piecing together the general sequence of events. Unlike Nasha or Alberto back then, he did not immediately brand the Red Iron Dragon as a super evil dragon to be hunted down upon sight.

Under the watchful gazes filled with either tension or wariness, the old Gold Dragon slowly descended, moving closer to Garoth.

Seeing this, Nasha instinctively shifted her body forward again, trying to shield the Red Iron Dragon more thoroughly.

She hurriedly explained at the same time, "Father! Just now... just now there was a little accident! You must not misunderstand! Garoth is not the kind of... um, the traditional kind of evil dragon you might think he is."

Seeing Nasha's protective action, a flicker of surprise passed through the old Gold Dragon's golden eyes.

Beside them, Gold Dragon Alberto also steeled himself, shielding the Red Iron Dragon.

He straightened his chest and said, "Haha, old man, it's been a long time indeed. Garoth is a very important ally I've made here! Nasha is right, he is a... uh, a dragon who respects order."

Ovis directly ignored the words of his rebellious son.

Because he had noticed the four pairs of exceptionally majestic dragon horns on Alberto's head.

With his old, shrewd eyes honed over seven hundred years, he naturally saw at a glance that three of those pairs were merely exquisitely crafted fakes.

What was the point of flaunting a few pairs of fake dragon horns out in the open?

This rebellious son, wandering outside all these years, definitely hadn't accumulated any proper life experience as a dragon, learning nothing but crooked, unorthodox tricks... A wave of exhaustion, mixed with disdain and helplessness, instantly surged in Ovis's heart.

But he had more important matters now and decided to set this aside for the moment.

He would properly educate Alberto behind closed doors after returning to the dragon domain.

"You two, stop standing here like a pair of door panels."

As his words fell, a force materialized out of thin air, pushing Nasha and Alberto to either side, preventing them from blocking the view any longer, thus fully revealing the Red Iron Dragon who had been hidden behind them.

"You, Garoth, dragon bearing the blood of Red Dragon and Iron Dragon."

"Was it you, wearing my 'I Alone Am Supreme Dragon Emperor Armor', who slew a human Legendary here?"

The old Gold Dragon's gaze, carrying an inspecting quality, fell upon Garoth, lingering especially on his dragon wings, scales, and other parts that had evolved and differed structurally from ordinary dragons.

"Yes, Senior Ovis."

Garoth lowered his massive head slightly, showing basic courtesy to an elder and a Legendary. His voice was steady, neither appearing subservient nor arrogant, maintaining an attitude of neither humility nor pride.

While being inspected by the other, he was also quietly observing this sudden Legendary Gold Dragon.

The other had arrived at full speed, carrying obvious fury. Yet, upon reaching the Silent Plains and taking in the scene, he had controlled his emotions within an extremely short time, regaining his steadiness and calm.

Moreover, he had judged at a glance that Garoth and the human Legendary were the core focus of this battle.

More notably, when his gaze swept over the many evil dragons present, including Garoth himself, it did not show obvious hostility or killing intent, appearing quite neutral.

Through these subtle observations, Garoth sketched out the general character foundation of this old Gold Dragon in his mind.

Calm, steady, possessing extremely strong emotional control, and equipped with shrewd and precise insight.

"To independently slay an established Legendary, and while appearing severely wounded, your life force remains robust and vigorous."

The old Gold Dragon stared at Garoth, suddenly letting out a meaningful, cold laugh, and continued, "Heh, such an evil dragon with extraordinary potential absolutely cannot be left alive. It's better to eliminate you preemptively, to cut off future troubles."

Intense dragon might instantly enveloped the Red Iron Dragon.

It was intangible, yet had substance, completely different from the might of non-Legendary dragons.

Crack, crack, crack... faint sounds emanated from Garoth's body surface.

Apart from the mental shock, he clearly felt as if an invisible, giant claw entirely condensed from dragon might had grasped his body and was slowly tightening!

Under this pressure, many of his sword scar wounds split open again, seeping strands of scalding dragon blood.

Simultaneously, Garoth did not panic, bare his fangs and roar, or attempt to turn and flee.

His dragon blood ignited into an aura, holding firm against the Gold Dragon's might.

However, the other Molten Iron Tribe dragons were not as calm as he was.

Almost the instant Ovis's dragon might concentrated its pressure on Garoth, the dragon group erupted in angry roars. They all beat their wings, gathering behind the Lord of Molten Iron, then bared their sharp fangs one by one, dragon pupils burning with hostility and fighting spirit, standing ready in formation. It seemed that with just one order from the Lord of Molten Iron, they would dare to follow him in surrounding and attacking the Legendary Gold Dragon.

"This dragon group is not a disorganized rabble."

"They possess an almost blind trust in this Red Iron Dragon."

Seeing this scene, Ovis quickly made another judgment in his heart.

"Why aren't you fleeing?"

The old Gold Dragon's gaze, sharp as a sword, locked tightly onto Garoth as he demanded in a deep voice.

His dragon might surged like tidal waves, each stronger than the last.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you? Or perhaps, after luckily slaying a weak human Legendary, you've developed the absurd delusion that you can oppose me?!"

The Red Iron Dragon, at the center of the Legendary pressure, remained unperturbed in the face of danger.

He said, "Senior Ovis, I have long heard of your deeds many times from Alberto and Nasha."

"They both said you are a Gold Dragon full of wisdom and upholding justice, who has upheld fairness throughout your life, enjoys punishing evil and eliminating wickedness, maintains order, possesses independent and clear judgment, and would never indiscriminately kill the innocent without ascertaining the facts. Within the dragon domain, you are highly respected and beloved by your kin."

"Towards such a dragon, I harbor nothing but respect in my heart. There is no reason for me to flee."

Appropriate respect for elders, the composure to remain unperturbed in the face of crisis... these were precisely the reactions that Metal Dragons, who revered order and wisdom, especially older Gold Dragons, would appreciate.

Garoth, deeply versed in draconic nature and proficient in the Dragon Taming Technique, was very clear about this deep within.

Beside them, the named Nasha and Alberto instinctively exchanged a glance, their eyes both revealing a touch of strangeness.

They had indeed mentioned some circumstances about their Dragon Father to Garoth.

However, in Alberto's account, the Dragon Father was mostly an image of "vulgarity," "pedantry," and "meddling too much." In Nasha's descriptions, the Dragon Father was often portrayed as "flamboyant" and "not serious."

Wisdom and justice?

Highly respected and beloved?

Perhaps in the eyes of other dragons, Elder Ovis indeed had such a reputation, but the two of them had never beautified their father like this in front of Garoth.

The old Gold Dragon gazed coldly at Garoth, and Garoth met his gaze frankly.

One second, two seconds... by the third second, his powerful dragon might suddenly withdrew entirely, and his expression shifted from icy to peaceful and appreciative.

"To independently kill a Legendary Sword Saint proves your strength and potential. To remain unperturbed under my pressure proves your temperament is equally extraordinary."

Ovis said with a chuckle, his tone much gentler.

"The greatest common flaw among the younger generation of dragons nowadays is often an overly restless temperament, emotions easily influenced by the outside world, difficulty maintaining calm. It's rare to encounter a young dragon like you, both powerful and steady."

Other dragons might misjudge Garoth's age, taking him for a dragon in his prime, or even an old dragon.

But how shrewd was the gaze of a Legendary Gold Dragon?

He saw at a glance that while the Red Iron Dragon's body was robust and imposing, he should have only just reached adulthood.

Judging by actual dragon age, he would absolutely fall within the category of a young dragon within the dragon domain.

However, given his life level and his achievement of slaying a Legendary against the odds, his power had likely already completely surpassed all the promising young generation dragons within the five great dragon domains, reaching a height unattainable by his peers.

Thinking this, the old Gold Dragon Ovis's eyes narrowed slightly, shimmering with thoughtful light.

He examined the Red Iron Dragon more carefully. Deep within, some ideas began to quietly sprout.

On the other side, faced with the sudden praise, Garoth pondered briefly, maintaining a humble attitude in his response.

"You flatter me. My victory over a Legendary involved a fair share of luck. Moreover, if not for Nasha's generous loan of the I Alone Am Supreme Dragon Emperor Armor, the outcome of this battle might still be unknown."

He mentioned the armor's full name completely and clearly, emphasizing its role.

Hearing Garoth utter the long armor name he had personally chosen, a flicker of satisfaction passed through the old Gold Dragon's eyes.

No dragon dislikes having their possessions valued.

Besides, such a domineering and mighty name should be uttered openly.

"No need for excessive modesty. I myself know the defensive upper limit of the I Alone Am Supreme Dragon Emperor Armor."

"The fact that it could be damaged to that degree itself proves the fearsomeness of the opponent's attack and confirms the substance of your victory."

The old Gold Dragon's tone softened considerably once more, even taking on a hint of intrigued interest.

"It has been a long time since any dragon capable of accomplishing the feat of 'slaying a Legendary against the odds' has appeared in the major dragon domains."

The old Gold Dragon's voice carried a trace of emotion as he said, "Some old-timers clinging to past glory have placed high hopes on this generation of young dragons, investing vast resources in nurturing them. But they would never imagine that a dragon not hailing from a dragon domain, bearing evil dragon blood, has already quietly accomplished what many dragons dream of."

"Heh, it seems they need to sober up."

At this point, he changed the subject, extending a warm invitation to Garoth, "Would you be interested in coming back to the Vophal Dragon Domain with me? To participate in a competition among young dragons, and by the way, knock down the arrogance of those dragons who don't know their own limits, let them witness what true power is. What do you think?"

Nasha beside them chose this moment to interject, adding, "I mentioned the competition to Garoth, but he showed no interest. Ordinary rewards can't pique his curiosity."

"If you want him to compete, you'll definitely have to offer more enticing incentives. Just empty promises won't work."

Through these subtle observations, Garoth sketched out the general character of this old Gold Dragon in his mind.

The old Gold Dragon noticed this.

However, being very familiar with his daughter's interests, he wasn't angered by it, even feeling a bit pleased.

After brief consideration.

The old Gold Dragon declared grandly, "If Garoth is willing to represent... hmm, let's say as a special guest to participate in the competition, and can achieve a final result that satisfies me, I can grant him some additional benefits."

As he spoke, he refocused his gaze on the Red Iron Dragon, his expression becoming amiable.

"Think about it carefully."

He said persuasively, "Out here, you need to engage in life-and-death battles with all sorts of powerful enemies. You need to risk life and limb countless times to obtain resources and enhance your strength, tempering yourself in blood and fire."

"And what about those young Metal Dragons within the dragon domains?"

"They might have decent talent, but more often, they can easily obtain things you might have to fight with all your might for, relying on the shelter and generous gifts of their elders."

"Even so, many among them hold the deep-rooted belief that Metal Dragons are inherently nobler and more powerful than Five-colored Dragons."

"How arrogant is that notion? How conceited?"

The old Gold Dragon paused, observing Garoth's reaction, then continued, "Don't you, deep down, want to vent some of that frustration? Don't you want to fiercely teach those pampered, arrogant creatures a lesson, make them understand that there is always a higher sky, a dragon beyond dragons?"

"Now, I can give you this opportunity."

"An opportunity to openly enter the dragon domain and defeat the young generation they are so proud of."

"Along the way, you can also, relying on your own strength, seize the championship crown of the competition, gain honor, receive the massive resource rewards provided by the dragon domain, plus the additional gift I just promised."

This speech by the old Gold Dragon, layered and progressive, was indeed full of temptation.

However, Garoth keenly sensed something strange about how these words sounded.

It seemed this Legendary dragon very much hoped to see Garoth crush through the dragon domain's young generation, overpowering the other Metal Dragons.

Was it merely to motivate the younger generation?

Relying on intuition, Garoth didn't believe this was the only reason.