In Long Chen's world, these divine dragons were his compatriots, sharing the same bloodline as him. However, the God General who owned the Dragon Smelting Pot was not.
When he found out that his compatriots had become food in the other party's mouth, the rage that came from his bloodline was indescribable. This rage even surpassed Long Chen's own. It came from every part of his body, from every drop of divine dragon bloodline.
All three types of divine dragon bloodlines were Ancestral Dragons. Moreover, Long Chen was still at a stage of rapid improvement. Coming to the Battlefield of the Gods and awakening the flame of life was a major breakthrough in the Dao of Life.
In the Sea of Time, the space-time reversal was also a major breakthrough. It opened the real door to the Dao of Time Reversal.
And now, all three bloodlines were in a state of extreme rage. In this rage, Long Chen felt a mysterious change from the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon bloodline.
Now, he was still in the body of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon, fighting against the tribulation-like power in the Dragon Smelting Pot. However, all his attention was on the dragon skeletons. The scene of them struggling inside involuntarily appeared in his mind. He did not know which era these dragon warriors were from, or perhaps they had a long history.
However, hundreds of divine dragons had died so unwillingly.
Long Chen was immersed in the rage and sorrow triggered by the massacre of the Ancestral Dragon bloodline. He gradually forgot about the changes in his body. The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was born to be the master of massacre, the messenger of death. He controlled countless powers that led to death, and was basically an offensive Ancestral Dragon.
His massacre was similar to Long Chen's. It was protection and dignity.
It was not killing for the sake of killing, like Jiang Ming.
The protection of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was even more noble than that of Long Chen. He protected all his people, and even the entire world. He eliminated evil, promoted good, and maintained the order of the Dragon Sacrifice World. It was precisely because of this that everyone feared and revered him.
But when he saw the dragon skeletons resting here, Long Chen also went crazy because of the emotions that came from the inheritance. The blood in his body was already boiling, and the boundless anger was burning. Even Long Chen himself felt that he had been drowned in the flames.
Those were the flames of hatred and anger.
Roaring, snarling, restless.
In a trance, he seemed to see a peerless divine dragon that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Its entire body was blood-red, and it stretched for tens of millions of miles. It was boundlessly huge. It flew in the sky, and when its body coiled up, it was like a huge continent. There were countless little dragons accompanying it, and they treated it as their king and ancestor.
Each of the four dragon palms had five thick, sharp claws. They were sharp weapons that could tear through the heavens and earth and shake the world. They were also the rage of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon. When he was angry, all of his claws would have something like this appear.
This was the Wrath of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon, also known as the 10,000 Death Claws.
As the name suggested, if one was attacked by the Ancient Blood Spiritual Dragon's Wrath, they would die ten thousand times over. From this, one could see how painful the Ten Thousand Death Claw was.
Of the five claws, the first was covered in a blood-red liquid. That was the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon's Fatal Blood. It was formed by the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon's will to slaughter, and it had a terrifying destructive power against the Primordial Spirit. It was the only weapon that could deal with the Primordial Spirit, and also a part of the Death Claws.
The second claw was covered in blood-red flames.
The third claw was wrapped in a blood-red storm. It was as if countless blood-red blades were sweeping across the claw, and it could cut everything into pieces.
The fourth claw was covered in a sharp, blood-red frost. Although it was frost, it was also the killing frost born from the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon's body. It only looked like real frost. In fact, whether it was flame, storm, or frost, they did not belong to the elemental power of the Tai Chi Lifeform Dragon, but the killing power of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon.
On the fifth claw, blood-red lightning shot out like electric snakes. It rolled and let out a fatal whistle. This was also not real lightning, but a symbol of the violent power born from the body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon.
The killing will, flame, storm, frost, and lightning formed the Ten Thousand Death Claws and the wrath of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon.
In Long Chen's eyes, the four arms of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon had formed the Ten Thousand Death Claws, which were surrounded by the five kinds of power. They were all born from the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon itself. The Ten Thousand Death Claws were more direct and lethal than the Blood Spirit Stab. Moreover, each of the four dragon arms was a lethal weapon.
The Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon soared between heaven and earth with the Ten Thousand Death Claws, intimidating all the dragons in the world.
That huge and magnificent scene was a great shock to Long Chen. It could be said that that scene would forever be engraved in his mind. One day, he would also become so powerful. At that time, no one would be able to control his fate, no matter who it was.
Not even the Immortal General in front of him or the Immortal behind him.
In that fiery mood, Long Chen gradually woke up. He was still on the Dragon Smelting Kettle, still resisting the attacks of the Dragon Smelting Kettle. Below him, countless dragon bones were faintly discernible in the 'soup'....
But he was shocked to find that although the shocking scene had disappeared, he found that a destructive power was being transmitted from his limbs to his arms and all the dragon claws. He lifted one of his arms and found that the dragon claws were really filled with the killing will, blood-red flames, storm, frost, and lightning.
There were all four dragon arms.
This was the Ten Thousand Death Claws.
Under the influence of this anger, Long Chen awakened a more profound mystique belonging to the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon, the Ten Thousand Death Claws. This was a power born after his anger touched the Slaughter Dao Seal. Within the Ten Thousand Death Claws, Long Chen's Samsara of the Four Symbols took up a part, and a very important part came from Long Chen's anger, the killing power born from his body and bloodline.
When he was angry and unwilling, the Ten Thousand Death Claws bloomed with terrifying light. Flames filled the sky, the storm howled, the frost was sharp, and the lightning was violent.
Buzz, buzz.
It seemed that the entire interior of the Dragon Smelting Kettle was stirring and trembling. Long Chen did not expect that he would be able to control a new power. From the Space-Time Reversal to the Flame of Life, and then to the Ten Thousand Death Claws, step by step, all of this required opportunity, but Long Chen had excellent luck.
From the help of the Sea of Time, to the inspiration of the Grass of Life, and finally to the pressure of the Dragon Smelting Kettle, all of these were the driving forces for him to move forward.
It was as if he had never controlled such a huge power before.
What was even more terrifying was the killing intent of the Ten Thousand Death Claws. This was no longer as simple as a mystique, but a kind of anger, resistance, and protective spirit. It was this strong spirit and will that resonated deeply with Long Chen, creating the most perfect synergy.
Buzz.
The four Ten Thousand Death Claws now controlled unparalleled power.
From the moment Long Chen entered to the moment he awakened the Ten Thousand Death Claws mystique, only 30 breaths of time had passed. At this time, the God General was still shaking the Dragon Smelting Kettle, muttering, "It seems that this mystical dragon's level is quite high, so it must be very delicious. It will probably take a few months to refine it, so hurry up and refine it, I can't wait."
He licked his lips with his half-meter long black tongue and said with anticipation.
At this time, the Dragon Smelting Kettle shook.
It almost slipped out of his hand.
The God General chuckled and said, "Little guy, don't waste your energy. With your strength, you won't be able to break the Dragon Smelting Kettle. This is … haha, anyway, you won't be able to break it. Just enjoy it obediently. After a few days, you won't have the energy to make a fuss. During this time, I will take a nap."
He was very relieved. He pressed down on the Dragon Smelting Kettle, sat on the ground, and closed his eyes to rest.
As expected, when Long Chen lightly touched the inside of the Dragon Smelting Kettle, lines of divine characters appeared on it. This was the power of the nomological laws, and it was added to the inside of the Dragon Smelting Kettle. This was also the reason why these 100 mystical dragons couldn't break out of this place and escape.
The Dragon Smelting Kettle itself was a dao treasure with 750 dao patterns. With the addition of the divine nomological laws, even a dozen Dragon Emperors wouldn't be able to escape after entering.
But now, Long Chen wasn't afraid at all.
At this moment, the Immortal General suddenly opened his eyes. It was not because of the Dragon Smelting Kettle in his arms, but because there was an extremely beautiful woman standing in front of him. She had long silver hair and a pair of deep eyes. She looked like a goddess in the night. It was the Eternal Night Dragon Emperor.
Since Long Chen left Eternal Dragon City, she had been following Long Chen until the immortal's corpse appeared and separated her. She had found the wrong direction and only recently arrived at the White Bone Divine Palace. It could be said that she had seen many things. Now, she stood before the God General and said with narrowed eyes, "Let him out."
The God General sized her up and said, "With your strength, if I'm not wrong, you should be the Dragon Emperor of the human race outside, right?"
The Eternal Night Dragon Emperor wasn't worried. Even the Dragon Smelting Kettle would take a few days to deal with Long Chen. Her voice was cold as she said, "That's right. If you let him go, we can leave this place."
The God General sneered and shook his head, "That's impossible. Anyone who sees the secrets here will die. I believe you have seen some of them. You are strong, but you are unlucky. In this laughable world, no matter how strong you are, if you don't have the power to resist the nomological laws like this kid, then you will definitely die in my hands."
On this point, it was just like how Long Chen and City Lord Di Jun were similar in strength. However, the God General could kill City Lord Di Jun in an instant, but he couldn't do anything to Long Chen. To him, the most important thing wasn't how strong he was, but whether he could resist the nomological laws.