A cold glint flashed deep in Rowan Miles's eyes.
Vance Crest had clearly aimed to kill him—Rowan had no intention of sparing such a foe.
Mercy toward enemies was cruelty toward oneself. After years of torment in the Miles family, Rowan knew this truth all too well.
So when the voice rang out and a figure rushed in to snatch Vance Crest away, Rowan didn't retreat.
He stepped forward, palm lashing out to crush Vance Crest's skull.
With Rowan's current strength, that strike would have pulverized it.
"**Death wish!**"
A furious shout echoed as a tyrannical aura charged like a dragon, slamming into Rowan.
The pressure was overwhelming—rending heaven and earth, suffocating in its might.
But Rowan stood unafraid. In an instant, he unleashed **Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit**.
**Bang!**
His fist collided with the incoming force. A violent explosion followed, blasting Rowan backward through the air.
A tall figure landed in front of Vance Crest.
It was a middle-aged man, resembling Vance Crest—about six feet tall, eyes blazing with killing intent. His aura surged like a raging storm, crashing over Rowan in suffocating waves.
**Thud. Thud. Thud…**
Under that gale-like pressure, Rowan's blood churned. He staggered back several steps before steadying himself.
"**An Innate expert?**"
Rowan took a deep breath, calming his surging qi, and fixed a cold gaze on the newcomer.
"Crest, are you all right?" the man asked, locking his aura on Rowan while helping Vance Crest up.
Vance Crest, his bones fractured in multiple places and face pale, glared venomously at Rowan.
"Second Uncle, I'm fine… won't die yet."
The man was **Vance True**—Vance Crest's second uncle, brother of the Vance patriarch, and the family's sole Innate powerhouse.
Seeing Vance Crest's battered state, Vance True's brow furrowed, and a frigid killing intent rose from him.
"Stay here. I'll kill this boy and avenge you."
Vance Crest shot Rowan a venomous look and nodded weakly.
Vance True turned, advancing slowly toward Rowan, his killing intent almost tangible.
The Vances were no great house in Brightvale—just a minor family with a single Innate expert: Vance True.
Apart from him, only Vance Crest had been close to reaching that realm. Now, he was nearly crippled by Rowan.
"**Kid, die!**"
Vance True roared, stomping the ground. The street shattered beneath his feet, fissures spiderwebbing outward.
He lunged, fists glowing, smashing toward Rowan's head.
**An Innate powerhouse!**
Rowan's expression grew grave. The moment a **horned dragon phantom** appeared above Vance True, a supreme pressure descended—the suppression of realms, of draconic hierarchy itself.
The air around him thickened, trapping Rowan like quicksand, every step heavy.
"**Thousand Armies Elephant-Pulling Fist!**"
Rowan roared inwardly, surging with power. Using **Flying Cloud Four Steps**, he leaped upward, his fist hurtling toward Vance True.
Vance True smirked coldly, killing intent flashing. He stepped in and countered.
**Bang!**
The difference between realms was stark. Rowan was flung back like a cannonball, while Vance True merely staggered three steps.
But Vance True pursued like a shadow, fist driving toward Rowan's head—a killing blow.
Desperately, Rowan crossed his arms to block, but the impact sent him crashing into a wall ten meters away, shaking it violently.
His blood surged, vision blurring.
"**Die!**"
Vance True grinned savagely, lunging again.
*No wonder he's Innate… the gap in realm and dragon suppression is too great. Without going all out, I'll die here.*
Rowan smirked inwardly. Then, activating **Flying Cloud Four Steps**, he shot into the air.
A draconic roar erupted from within him—
**Bang! Bang! Bang!**
At that instant, both Vance True and the onlookers froze.
Above Rowan's head, a new black **lesser dragon phantom** materialized.
Ninety-nine dragons' force had always been the limit. Throughout history, countless had reached that number—but none had ever surpassed it.
Be it lesser dragons, horned dragons, or even greater panlongs—the limit remained **ninety-nine**.
It was the **law of the world**, unbreakable.
Yet now, before their disbelieving eyes, **one hundred black lesser dragons** coiled above Rowan.
**Boom!**
Moments later, another thunderous surge erupted—Rowan's aura exploded once more.
The **hundred-and-first** lesser dragon appeared.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
Black lesser dragons materialized one after another, roaring above him.
An Innate-level aura radiated outward—tyrannical, earth-shaking, divine.
"**One hundred and ten dragons' force!**"
A shocked cry rose from the crowd.
Now, **one hundred and ten** black lesser dragons coiled above Rowan, exuding overwhelming might—
a heaven-shaking spectacle.
Finally, his aura stabilized. No more dragons formed.
But the sight alone left every witness utterly stunned.