On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God
Chapter 92: Trial (1)

"Y-You!!"

Su Linhua glared at Long Wei, her anger evident in her eyes. "You could have messed up everything!" she exclaimed.

"We've been waiting for so long for people to arrive, and now you're scaring them away."

"Just wait and see, I'll teach you how to act decently. I won't tolerate such careless behavior from you."

Long Wei gazed at Su Linhua with a sense of composure and replied, "Nah, no need to worry. Everything turned out fine in the end."

"See those folks over there? They don't even seem all that frightened." Long Wei gestured toward the cluster of people who had been observing their conflict.

Su Linhua glanced at the gathering crowd and realized they weren't as scared as she had first assumed. She breathed a sigh of relief and spoke up, saying, "Okay, but be extra careful. We can't make any mistakes."

Long Wei nodded with a smile in agreement, "Sure."

Su Linhua then inquired, "Why are you wearing that cloak?"

"Oh, hahaha, I thought it might impress people if I added a touch of mystery to my look. But I guess it's not really needed."

As he took off his cloak, his true appearance was revealed. Long, fiery red hair tumbled down his back, looking like flowing lava. The bright color seemed to move with a powerful energy, reflecting his intense personality.

His eyebrows were thick and well-defined, adding emphasis to his intense gaze, which carried a touch of unwavering determination. They matched the vibrant shade of his hair, lending an intriguing charm to his face.

He was tall and had a commanding presence.

He wore gleaming red armor that encased his figure, adorned with intricate designs. The armor displayed patterns resembling flames, with every curve and edge reflecting his fiery personality.

Standing before them, this mysterious figure commanded attention with his striking red armor that complemented his flowing red hair.

There was no denying his formidable presence. A palpable energy seemed to surround him, filling the air with a crackling intensity.

Even without his once-concealing cloak, an aura of intrigue remained, shrouding his true identity.

Chen Tian's mind screamed, "A dragon!" when he caught sight of Long Wei's face.

"There's absolutely no chance I could be mistaken," Chen Tian thought to himself, as he examined Long Wei's eyes intently.

Long Wei's eyes had the characteristics of a dragon, resembling the deep, ancient red depths.

Chen Tian couldn't help but feel a shiver run down their spine as he looked into Long Wei's elongated, slitted pupils.

The vibrant red colors within those eyes flickered intensely, like the fiery embers of a dragon's breath.

As Chen Tian continued to stare into Long Wei's eyes, he noticed a peculiar iridescent sheen that danced within the red depths.

It was as if the very essence of the mythical creatures had been encapsulated within those irises, with a mesmerizing blend of deep red, fiery oranges, and hints of molten gold.

The colors seemed to shift and swirl, forming an enigmatic pattern that defied logic and reason.

The intensity of Long Wei's gaze seemed to increase, and when their eyes met, Chen Tian felt a mysterious power pulling his soul. It was as if the dragon was fiercely roaring at him.

'Damn it, why is there a dragon here?!'

Long Wei, who was talking with Su Linhua, sensed a peculiar gaze directed at him. It wasn't like the usual looks he received from everyone else in this room but rather a distinct one.

Curiously, he tilted his head and followed the gaze, replaceing himself meeting Chen Tian's eyes.

Wei smiled warmly, and his eyes began to glow red.

"Roarrrr!!!"

A dragon appeared and let out a loud roar inside Chen Tian's mind. Chen Tian felt a mix of fear and awe as his soul shook from the dragon's powerful roar.

His heart raced, and his breath quickened as he struggled to comprehend the immense presence before him.

The dragon's eyes, fierce and penetrating, seemed to pierce through Chen Tian's very soul.

Just when Chen Tian was about to fall because of the sheer might of the dragon,

He felt a sudden rush of energy filling him up as the word "chaos" in his dantian glowed brightly.

BAM

Suddenly, the surge of energy transformed into a large hand, shining brightly and lighting up everything around it.

With incredible speed, the hand swiftly reached out and effortlessly captured the powerful dragon.

The dragon, once a fearsome and mighty creature, now seemed tiny and unimportant when compared to the overwhelming strength of the hand.

The dragon's scales, which were once shimmering and resilient, appeared dull and lackluster when juxtaposed with the brilliance of the hand.

Its fearsome teeth, sharp and menacing, now resembled tiny thorns. Its wings, once a symbol of majestic flight, seemed feeble and fragile, akin to delicate gossamer.

As the hand tightly encased the dragon, the contrast in size was staggering. The dragon, a creature revered for its immense power and grandeur, now appeared no larger than an ant in the presence of the colossal hand.

The hand emanated an aura of dominance and control, as if effortlessly bending the laws of nature to its will.

Despite its diminished size, the dragon's eyes still glowed with a hint of defiance, refusing to submit to its captor. But even its once-piercing gaze seemed diminished, as if overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of power exerted by the hand.

At this moment, the hand represented a force beyond comprehension—a manifestation of raw chaos and immense authority. It held the dragon captive, then crushed the dragon's body with a relentless grip.

Crackkk

As the hand closed around the majestic creature, the sheer power emanating from its fingers caused the dragon's scales to splinter and crack, releasing shimmering sparks of energy into the air.

With each tightening of the grip, the immense pressure bore down on the dragon's form, shattering bones and pulverizing muscle.

The once-proud wings, adorned with vibrant hues, were reduced to tattered remnants, torn and twisted under the force of the hand's grasp. The dragon's claws, once capable of ripping through the toughest armor, now crumble and splinter, leaving only shards of their former strength.

"Cough, cough." Suddenly, Long Wei began coughing up blood.

"What?!" Su Linhua was taken aback when, during her conversation with Long Wei, he suddenly began coughing up blood.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

She asked and about trying to focus her energy in order to see what was happening, but Long Wei intervened.

"I'm okay," he assured her.

"Seriously? Why did you suddenly start coughing up blood?"

"Wow, hahaha, that's really fascinating! Maybe, after all this time, we'll finally complete what we're meant to do," Long Wei exclaimed, bursting into laughter.

"Did I hit his head too hard' Su Linhua thought.

Chen Tian was completely clueless about what had just happened. Just as he was about to lose his balance, the dragon inside his mind suddenly disappeared.

He had a clear understanding of Long Wei's intentions on using this method.

"Tian, who are they?"

Su Bingxin inquired, still nestled within Chen Tian's embrace. The enigmatic presence of these two individuals exerted such immense pressure on everyone present that no one dared utter a word.

Sensing the tension in the room, Su Linhua's suggested, "Let's address this misunderstanding firstly. First, allow us to clarify our situation." With those words, she vanished and reappeared in mid-air at the room's center.

Long Wei followed her, and they both floated in the middle of the room.

She then opened her mouth to speak.

Sensing that Su Linhua was about to speak, Chen Tian held Su Bingxin's hand tightly, gesturing for her to remain silent.

"Hello everyone"

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