My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 930 - 931: Turning the Tide

Ye Wudao staggered backward, barely enduring Long Zhan’s two ferocious strikes, his clothes stained with blood.

"You’re doomed!" Long Zhan sneered triumphantly. "Wudao, you’re a tenacious opponent. Do you have any last words? I might just grant them."

"Last words?" Ye Wudao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and placed his five fingers on the hilt of his blade. "Have you ever witnessed the power of a blade?"

"Arrogance!"

With those words, Long Zhan erupted in fury and unleashed a round of violent attacks!

"Dragon Roams the World, Third Style!"

Long Zhan channeled his full strength. A terrifying golden dragon claw descended, crushing everything in its path!

"The Grand Prince is sure to win!" Many onlookers, knowing the might of this strike, believed Ye Wudao had no chance.

But surprisingly, a faint smile curved Ye Wudao’s lips. His fingers gripped the hilt, and he suddenly swung his blade!

"Dragon Prison Thunder Slash!" freewёbnoνel.com

In an instant, a fearsome red blade light infused with the force of thunder streaked out, like an unstoppable sword of pure destruction!

BOOM!

The two powerful techniques collided, causing the entire world to tremble!

After an intense clash, the two forces dissipated into nothingness!

The crowd fell into dead silence!

"Holy sh*t, did Wudao just block the Grand Prince’s Dragon Roams the World, Third Style with a single slash?"

"What a monster!"

"How terrifying must his blade skills be?"

Long Zhan’s expression shifted—from arrogance to solemnity, and finally to shock!

He now understood the true strength of Ye Wudao’s blade skills!

That was why his younger brother, Long Ao, had secretly sent the Black Fox to steal Ye Wudao’s blade!

Break the dragon’s claws!

Shatter the tiger’s fangs!

If Ye Wudao lost his blade, he’d be like a dragon without claws, or a tiger without teeth!

Though Long Zhan had dismissed it before, witnessing Ye Wudao’s skills in person left him utterly shaken!

A blade skill of this caliber—

—was nearly unheard of!

"Wudao, you are indeed formidable. To subdue you will require great effort!" Long Zhan admitted.

"Your strength is impressive as well," Ye Wudao replied. For the first time, he praised Long Zhan!

A rival like Long Zhan—

—truly deserved recognition!

"However, as I said before, I am the destined ruler of Dragon Island. I am invincible!" Long Zhan declared, suddenly releasing a tremendous draconic aura from his body!

The crowd felt that overwhelming presence and was utterly shaken!

"My God, is the Grand Prince about to...?"

"No... it can’t be..."

In that instant, a sinister grin appeared on Long Zhan’s face, and his eyes ignited with flames!

"Golden Dragon Transformation!"

BOOM!

Long Zhan transformed into a colossal golden dragon, over 220 meters long, his body engulfed in terrifying golden flames!

What shocked everyone even more—

—was that Long Zhan had four claws!

"A four-clawed golden dragon!"

"Holy sh*t, the Grand Prince has mastered the four claws!"

"No, we mustn’t call him Grand Prince anymore—he’s the Young Dragon King!"

"Young Dragon King is invincible! Long live the Young Dragon King!" The crowd erupted in cheers, even Ye Wudao’s supporters wearing tense expressions.

Transformed into the golden dragon, Long Zhan radiated an ancient, immense, and unparalleled strength, as though he were the very master of heaven and earth!

He stood loftily above all!

Unmatched across the world!

In his golden dragon form, Long Zhan exuded the aura of a late-stage Unity Realm Stage cultivator!

Now, he could obliterate mid-stage Unity Realm fighters with ease!

"This is bad. Long Zhan’s aura has already reached late-stage Unity Realm..." Black Fox muttered grimly.

"Holy sh*t, late-stage Unity Realm?" Long Mie was stunned.

Late-stage Unity Realm—what kind of concept was that?

On Dragon Island—

—it was ranked among the top five forces!

"Young Master has slim chances in this battle!" Black Fox exclaimed, full of worry.

Long Mie clenched his teeth, his heart racing in anxiety!

Ye Wudao’s gaze turned serious at last!

From Long Zhan’s aura, he felt an immense pressure!

It was suffocating!

Restricting!

"You’re the first enemy to make me use my true form. I’ll grant you a grand funeral of death!" Long Zhan roared as he soared through the sky, launching an attack!

A single dragon claw descended with the force of a collapsing mountain!

Ye Wudao dared not meet it barehanded; he gripped his blade with both hands to block!

BOOM!

A muffled explosion echoed as the platform beneath Ye Wudao’s feet cracked. His arms shook violently as he held his blade, and his face turned pale!

"Pfft!"

Ultimately, unable to withstand Long Zhan’s terrifying late-stage Unity Realm power, Ye Wudao spat out blood and stumbled to the ground.

"It’s over!"

Without wasting another word, Long Zhan struck again with a dragon claw!

CRASH!

BANG!

Each strike of the claw was akin to an earthquake!

The entire platform crumbled, splitting into two halves!

Not just that—Long Zhan opened his maw and spewed a stream of golden flames!

"Golden Dragon Flame!"

BOOM!

The platform was instantly engulfed in fierce golden flames, burning with temperatures over ten thousand degrees, capable of obliterating a soul!

Forget ordinary early-stage Unity Realm fighters—even mid-stage Unity Realm fighters couldn’t last three seconds in these flames!

With Ye Wudao’s presence entirely gone on the platform, Long Zhan ceased his attack!

The audience was deathly silent.

Until someone broke the stillness with a panicked scream: "The Young Dragon King killed Wudao!"

With that cry, the crowd of over 100,000 erupted into cheers.

"The Young Dragon King is invincible!"

"Long live the Young Dragon King!"

Meanwhile, Ye Wudao’s tens of thousands of female fans wept bitterly, wailing: "Wuuu, Wudao, my dearest!"

"Husband, don’t die!"

In a corner of the arena—

"Long Zhan, you bastard! How dare you kill my brother!" Long Mie growled, his fists clenched tightly.

"Hahaha, Long Mie, your brother’s dead. Doesn’t this feel good? Congrats on being third in the tournament!" scoffed Long Ao, his head wrapped in bandages.

Burning with rage, Long Mie snapped: "Long Ao, I’m going to kill you!"

"Please, Master Mie, calm down!" Black Fox hurriedly held him back, shaking his head fervently. "As much as Long Ao is vile, if you kill him, we’ll all die!"

"But Old Ye!" Tears streamed down Long Mie’s face as he pounded the ground with his fists.

"I let Old Ye down!"

"I should never have brought him to Dragon Island!"

"How can I face his wife, or his foster father!!"

At that moment, Long Mie wanted nothing more than to follow Ye Wudao to the grave!

Meanwhile, at the referee’s seat—

More than a dozen Unity Realm dragon experts serving as judges deliberated. An elderly silver-haired dragon spoke: "Elder, the flames have burned on the platform for over ten minutes. Wudao is certainly dead!"

"Indeed, even iron would’ve melted by now!"

"Elder, it’s time to declare the result!"

The Elder’s face broke into a satisfied smile as he addressed Long Zhan, who hovered above. "The result is sealed! The champion of this year’s Dragon Clan Tournament, and the holder of the title Dragon Clan’s Strongest Warrior, the Grand Pri—no, the Young Dragon King, Long..."

Before he could finish, a chilling voice echoed as if from the depths of hell:

"If the result is sealed, then I shall shatter it!"

Who?

The Elder turned in shock to see the arena.

Amid the raging flames on the platform, a man engulfed in fire emerged slowly, like a demon returned from the infernal depths!