Chapter 109: That Woman Beat Yonglan to His Knees
Chapter 111: That Woman Beat Yonglan to His Knees
Falling from the sky was a girl with radiant golden hair, obsidian-like dragon horns, and clad in a moon-white military uniform.
In Chang, no one was unfamiliar with her now. It was this Dragon Princess who had annihilated the Great Knight of **Starlight Dwelling** with absolute overwhelming power, and then issued a declaration that shook the **Foundation** of the **Holy Church**, branding her might into the minds of all who witnessed it.
The **Holy Army** knew that Aseran might join the fray, but why now?
The Empire’s **Royal Guard** was far from being in a desperate situation!
Scathach was utterly baffled. She didn’t believe she was Aseran’s target, and that was indeed the case. Under the Dragon Princess’s oppressive aura, everyone nearby collapsed, unable to bear the weight.
Whether it was the **Holy Army** soldiers, **Inquisitors**, or Hram’s **Demonkin**, they all bowed their knees under the tangible, dense **Spirit Matter**.
The only exception was Yonglan, and Aseran, ignoring everyone around her, focused solely on him.
The Dragon Princess, usually composed and graceful, was now extremely solemn. She stared intently at Yonglan, her delicate brows furrowed.
Her gaze flickered between Yonglan’s face and his **Soul Forging Technique** weapon, as if contemplating something, remaining silent.
“She just came down like this?”
Yonglan was slightly surprised. It was his first time observing the Dragon Princess up close, Enesyin’s elder sister.
Her facial features were strikingly similar to the Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden, almost indistinguishable. However, the composed yet wild aura emanating from her brows lent a majestic air to her beautiful face.
Time ticked by. Although Yonglan was not pushed to the ground by the **True King**’s pressure, or rather, he barely felt any suppression at all, the silence still felt a bit awkward.
“You…”
After a seemingly endless scrutiny, Aseran finally spoke:
“Fight me.”
Yonglan blinked, then immediately broke into a smile:
“That’s precisely what I wanted!”
If she extends an invitation to fight, would he refuse?
As for whether he could win… that wasn’t the question. Even if he couldn’t win, would he not fight?
That made no sense.
Yonglan immediately took a step forward. His greatsword, flowing with the **Embers**’ fire, cut through the air with a piercing shriek, smashing directly towards Aseran’s face.
“Clang!”
As expected, his attack was blocked by Aseran.
What surprised Yonglan was that the Dragon Princess didn’t use her high **Tier** to block his greatsword with just her fingers. Instead, she held up her spear properly to parry.
Engaging in a struggle of strength with Yonglan, Aseran shook her head: “Too weak…”
Even Yonglan, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but retort, “I thought you’d lower yourself and fight me with pure technique. Relying on **Stats** again…”
Fortunately, Aseran’s dissatisfaction was only a momentary expression. She then seriously engaged Yonglan in combat, indeed restraining her power and fighting at a level equivalent to Yonglan’s.
Under these conditions, their clash became quite respectable. There was no exaggerated output of **Spirit Matter**, nor any intricate deployment of **Artifice**.
They engaged with the purest and simplest martial arts. Every clash of blades produced a spray of sparks, their figures constantly weaving through the streets and alleys.
The **True King**’s suppression was then lifted. The people who got up looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.
Aseran’s appearance on the battlefield didn’t seem to be to end the match, but simply to fight Yonglan.
No, was it worth it? What abilities did Yonglan possess that warranted the Dragon Princess’s personal intervention?
As everyone was pondering, Zhenxian pounded the ground with his fist and lamented with indignation, “Damn Dragon Species! That woman wants to beat Yonglan to his knees to take him back as a Star Fury!”
Hram’s words, spoken with grey hair, instantly enlightened everyone. Whether they were Saintly Monks or Hram’s **Demonkin**, they suddenly understood.
Right, this couldn’t be viewed from a normal perspective. With Yonglan’s charm, it was perfectly normal for a dragon species to be infatuated with him. Even a Dragon Princess who had reached the **True King** domain had mortal desires and needs.
A greedy dragon maiden, seeing Yonglan, a walking succubus, not being able to resist him for even a second would be a god.
Scathach, forgetting her animosity towards the **Demonkin**, trembled with anger: “Ha! The battle isn’t even over, and she’s already collecting spoils? She truly looks down on us!”
Although Yonglan was not a **Holy Descendant**, many of the **Holy Descendants** in Chang had become familiar with him during this time. Under his astonishing charm, this alien had long been considered one of their own.
Now, their treasure was being cruelly plundered by the enemy, and he might even be taken away. Thinking this, it was hard not to feel humiliated.
What made it even more infuriating was that they could do nothing about it.
“Have we met somewhere before?”
Aseran asked Yonglan amidst their clashing swords.
“Who knows? I have no such memory.”
Yonglan, immersed in the high-intensity clash with the Dragon Princess, felt her martial arts, forged from ordinary knights and completely different from enemies like zombies or celestials, and said carelessly, “If I have to say, I only have a connection with your sister.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Aseran smiled, her amethyst eyes sparkling with curiosity. She even stuck out her delicate tongue mid-clash, licking the stray **Embers**’ fire from the air into her mouth.
Then, she let out a sigh that was very easy to misunderstand: “Ah… Although it’s nascent, what a warm flame this is! It burns the flesh, purifies the filth, and can ignite the embers of dawn! Noble, pure, and unparalleled!”
After a satisfied sigh, the Dragon Princess closed her eyes and smiled at Yonglan: “Is it my imagination? Or a phantom… No, let’s just consider it a dream and dance together.”
What are you rambling about?
Yonglan didn’t reply, focusing on the battle with her.
However, the difference in **Stats** could not be bridged. As long as Aseran didn’t intend to play around any longer, Yonglan’s defeat was only a matter of moments.
Although the Dragon Princess didn’t have the intention to end the spar directly, as her words increased, her movements also involuntarily intensified.
“—!”
Finally, Yonglan’s greatsword, forged with **Soul Forging Technique**, was shattered. Due to the immense force transmitted, he was forced to one knee.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
Aseran finally came to her senses. She pressed her forehead, took a step forward, and seemed to intend to help Yonglan up.
Just then, an enraged roar came from the side: “Sister!”
“What are you doing? Let go of Yonglan!”
