# Chapter 1856: The Cornered Dragon God (Part 1)
What the Demon Lord had issued was a Demon Kill Order that overflowed with boundless brutality.
And in an instant, it stirred up the rage and hatred within the chests of all Northern Domain profound practitioners.
Without any hesitation or delay, under the Demon Kill Order, a burst of cathartic howls rang out. The Yama, Burning Moon, Soul Plunder, and Northern Domain Divine Lords—regardless of the severe injuries they had already sustained—charged forward with venomous hatred. Demon aura and darkness instantly flooded the heavens and covered the earth.
Beneath the Heaven-Shattering Demon Calamity, the dark aura stirred by their figures was like endless rolling dark clouds.
Behind them, the Canglan Divine Lord and the Fan King, after a brief moment of shock, also became ferocious in expression. The stifling, the hatred, the despair of being suppressed and slaughtered earlier now turned into demons raging madly within their chests, driving them to seek revenge and vent with all their might, even if it meant becoming true evil ghosts.
Soon, the many Primordial Dragons also rose into the air under the command of the Primordial Dragon Emperor, spreading their wings of revenge toward the Western Divine Realm.
Demon aura, blood aura, killing aura, malice aura...
At the very front, the Withered Dragon Venerables slowly raised their heads. The power of these dark demon people had suddenly become extraordinarily frenzied, but as powerful withered dragons, they would normally not be moved by any of this. Yet at this moment, under the extremely shrinking dragon souls, their limbs were limp and weak, and only fear remained in their will...
As for dragon aura, even if they bit their tongues raw and desperately urged it, they could not gather even half.
And even if they could condense it, they had no strength... and no courage to release it.
These demon people, who had been no threat before and easily crushed, now filled them with boundless fear and despair.
Long San barely straightened his upper body, struggling to speak: "W-wait..."
"Wait your ass!" Yan Yi's body was like demon light, kicking Long San in the face with a flying kick.
With a loud crash, dragon blood splattered. Long San, who should have easily blocked this blow, had his nose and dragon teeth instantly shattered. His old dragon body spun through the air like a top for dozens of rotations, then was grabbed by Yan Yi's ghost claw and slammed viciously onto the ground, carrying the radiance of Yama.
Under the soul pressure of the ancient Dragon God, without exaggeration, the now heavily wounded Yan Yi could easily toy with all five Withered Dragons by himself.
"Gigaha! Vile dragon... die for me! Die!! Die!!!"
Yan San grabbed the White Rainbow Dragon God with one hand and the Azure Sky Dragon God with the other, slamming them left and right onto the ground, causing the Canglan Divine Realm to shake violently as black smoke rose in all directions.
Among the three Yama Ancestors, he was the most severely injured, barely able to stand earlier. But now, as if he had taken some potent drug, his eyes blazed with demon light as he darted left and right, shrieking wildly.
Yama black aura pierced through souls and bodies. The dragon aura that the two Dragon Gods barely managed to circulate was devoured and exhausted before it could even be released. Within just a few breaths, their already fragile wills completely gave up struggling. Their dragon eyes, filled with fear, gradually became dim and vacant, waiting for death in despair.
"Hiss... ah!!"
Amid Yan Er's peculiar cry—half excitement, half frenzy—the body of the Cang Dragon God was torn apart by his withered arms.
After the Ash Dragon God and the Crimson Annihilation Dragon God, the third Dragon God fell... but compared to the former, his death was as pathetic as a straw easily snapped.
"Yahooo!!"
This bizarre cry was almost comparable to that of the three Yama Ancestors, whose twisted personalities spanned hundreds of thousands of years. The dignified Southern Realm's Shitian Shendi, like a monkey, hopped and stomped on the heads of the Withered Dragon Venerables, stepping on all five Dragon Venerable heads in a few leaps.
Finally, he leaped high, let out another strange cry, and stomped his feet heavily onto the back of the Qingyuan Dragon God.
Crack!!
Under normal conditions, even if Cang Shitian used all his strength, he couldn't have broken the Qingyuan Dragon God's spine. But now, a crisp, ear-splitting sound rang out as the spine was half-broken. The Qingyuan Dragon God's scream and Cang Shitian's wild laughter rang out simultaneously, extremely piercing.
"Qingyuan," Cang Shitian said sinisterly, "Seven thousand four hundred thirty-three years ago, when I visited the Dragon God Realm for the fourth time and paid my respects to you from afar, you didn't bother to return the courtesy... you damn well deserve to die!!"
Crack! Another stomp, and another section of the Qingyuan Dragon God's spine shattered.
Cang Shitian flipped over, hooking the Fei Dragon God's neck with his foot and viciously throwing him to the ground: "And you! Three thousand seven hundred sixty-one years and two months ago, you once spat in my direction from afar because you couldn't stand my carefree lifestyle. You thought I didn't know?! Eat shit!"
Boom—the Fei Dragon God's entire head and upper body were stomped deep into the ground.
After a few more stomps, he immediately switched targets. With a swift lunge, he kicked hard at the face that Zili Dragon God cherished most, causing her nose to bend and her features to distort.
"Bitch! Four hundred seventy-nine years, eleven months, and thirteen days ago, when you were in the Eastern Domain's Zhou Tian God Realm, you actually dared to mock my newly taken concubine in front of others—saying she was ugly... Do you even know what 'inner beauty' means?! The sows in my Canglan Realm are nobler than you!"
Cang Shitian was clearly not one to show mercy to women. Amid his furious cursing, he had already stomped Zili Dragon God's face beyond recognition.
Cang Shitian's pupils dilated, blood vessels engorged, pores opened wide, and even his marrow seemed to leak qi.
What withered dragons, what dragon gods... now, before them, he, Cang Shitian, was the god who could freely manipulate their life and death!
His successive roars and curses made everyone break out in cold sweat... This guy wasn't just a mad dog; he was a mad dog with an extremely long memory. For matters that should have been utterly trivial for someone at the God Emperor level of magnanimity, he could remember down to the exact day.
"Get lost!" Even Yan Er couldn't stand it anymore, kicking Cang Shitian in the ass and sending him flying dozens of miles.
Cang Shitian rolled over, got up without looking back, slapped his butt, and directly pounced with a sinister grin toward the trembling Dragon Lords... This gamble was totally worth it! Even if Yun Che later chopped him up and fed him to the dogs, he'd still have made a huge profit!
The three Yama Ancestors trampled on the Withered Dragons and Dragon Gods, while the horde of Northern Domain profound practitioners rushed straight to the rear, amidst cathartic roars, gleefully trampling the kneeling Dragon Lords and master dragons...
That's right, trampling and ravaging.
Under the overwhelmingly powerful soul suppression, their resistance was pathetically laughable... and most, in their extreme fear and submission, dared not even entertain a thought of resistance, even unto death.
The Dragon God clan, the most powerful race in the God Realm since ancient times, was now being harvested like bundles of straw by the vengeful demon people in the most brutal ways imaginable.
Dragon blood splattered, cries of grief rang out, and the ground was quickly dyed red, forming puddle after puddle that constantly merged. But this time, the blood pools no longer contained dark demon blood, but the most revered dragon god blood known to the world.
The Chi Dragon clan trembled, the Azure Dragon clan trembled, the Hui Dragon clan trembled... The Wanxiang profound practitioners were pale with horror, and the Qilin Realm was utterly terrified.
What kind of scene was this unfolding before their eyes...
The entire core power of the vast Western Divine Realm, a force that completely overwhelmed its opponents—there was simply no power in the world that could reverse this situation.
Yet it was overturned by Yun Che alone in an instant... and overturned so thoroughly, so soul-shakingly despairing.
Dragon blood filled the air, and the sound of dragon bodies being shattered echoed in their ears. Yun Che turned around and stopped attacking.
Earlier, to protect him until the very end, they had sacrificed all their strength and will, and had lost one relative and clansman after another... Now, it was time for them to take their revenge and vent their fury to their hearts' content.
His form flickered, and with a few rapid dashes, he arrived at Qianye Ying'er's side.
Before she could speak, Yun Che reached out his hand and gently placed it over her heart. The Life Miracle guided the Light Profound Force, slowly but overwhelmingly surging into her body, restoring her severely depleted vitality and life pulse.
Qianye Wugu, who had not made a move, closed his eyes, his expression serene with a faint smile.
Above, the phantom of the Primordial Azure Dragon still stood proud and aloof, its ancient dragon gaze not diminishing its majesty in the slightest.
"You..."
"Shut up!" Yun Che's face was dark, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Who allowed you to forcibly burn the Demon Emperor's blood?! You almost died, do you understand?!"
"..." Qianye Ying'er's lips, which had regained a little color, moved slightly, but she didn't argue.
"Remember this: without my orders, you have no right to die!" Yun Che shifted his hand gesture, and the Light Profound Force instantly dispersed into hundreds of streams, like warm currents, reawakening strands of dormant vitality throughout Qianye Ying'er's body.
Qianye Ying'er's vital energy was nearly completely depleted. Had it not been for Qianye Wugu's life-sustaining measure, she might have already perished by now.
Only a Life Miracle could fully restore her... but with such depletion, even a Life Miracle couldn't be accomplished in a short time. With Yun Che's current power, it would take at least two to three years to restore Qianye Ying'er to her original state.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He said in a low voice, "If you dare do that again..."
Before he could finish, his hand was tightly gripped by Qianye Ying'er's hands.
Yun Che: "..."
Those jade hands gradually lost their coldness, but they held on tighter and tighter, as if letting go would mean losing forever.
Without today's experience, she would never have known that she could be so afraid.
There would be no next time—neither for her nor for Yun Che, absolutely not.
If he didn't care about her, then she should live well, striving to surpass all the women by his side.
But if he did care about her... then she must live even better, never letting him endure the pain and fear of loss again.
"Demon Lord above!"
At that moment, a voice trembling but still carrying authority pierced through the screams and bloody smoke: "The Qilin clan of the Western Domain wishes to submit to the Demon Lord's command from now on, obeying all your orders... We beg the Demon Lord to show mercy and spare our lives!"
The Qilin Emperor lay prostrate, his head bowed deeply. He was not a dragon, so the Dragon God's suppression affected him the least. Moreover, among the Western Domain's forces below the Dragon Gods, the Qilin were the most honored, thus retaining the strongest power to resist.
But the Qilin Emperor, of his own will, assumed the most humiliating posture of his life and uttered the most humiliating words.
Behind him, a host of Qilin knelt in a row, none daring to rise.
To willingly kneel and surrender to demon people—this was the greatest disgrace they could imagine. But at this point, who could still regard Yun Che as merely a demon lord?
He was a monster who could casually tyrannize Long Bai and turn the most powerful race in the God Realm into worthless insects with a flip of his hand... in other words, a true demon god in the flesh!
Facing the Yun Che of now, what difference was there from facing the returning Jie Tian Mo Di back then?
Even if he was a demon... who dared to resist the Calamity Heaven Demon Emperor? Who dared to resist Yun Che again!?
With the Qilin Emperor leading the way, the Wanxiang God Emperor, whose heart and soul had long been twisted into knots, almost instantly fell to his knees with a "thud," his voice hoarse as he roared: "The Wanxiang God Realm of the Western Domain is willing to submit to the Demon Lord for all eternity. Back then... back then, the Demon Lord saved the world, and our clan has always been grateful. We never wished to be enemies with the Demon Lord. Today's battle was all coerced by the Dragon God Realm."
"We beg the Demon Lord to grant us another heavenly favor and forgive our clan for the crime of being forced to offend you today. From today onward, our clan regards the Demon Lord as heaven. Whatever the Demon Lord commands, we will obey without fail, even unto death, for all eternity!"
"If we violate this oath, may we be devoured by ten thousand blades and buried in a hundred layers of purgatory!"
Submission and loyalty, deep regret and remorse, a poisonous oath—the Wanxiang God Emperor spoke each word with all his might, nearly tearing his throat. His voice far overshadowed that of the Qilin Emperor.
Behind him, the Wanxiang Divine Lords did not feel the slightest humiliation or shame. In their hearts, there was only profound relief.
Relief that their God Emperor was wise, decisive, and able to bend and stretch as needed.