Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Leaving the Dragon God Temple

Illusory God Wine, Awakening Dragon Stone, and the Dragon God Temple accelerated Midi’s cultivation at an astonishing pace.

After what felt like an eternity, Midi finally opened his eyes.

His pupils now held unfathomable depth, resembling starless night skies brimming with mysterious energy.

His physical form had transformed again.

Midi’s skin gleamed like polished jade, capable of manifesting metallic luster at will.

The once-unruly Black Iron Dragon Flame now condensed into controllable threads of crimson-black lightning that danced around his fingertips.

These were the gifts of the True Dragon Body Refinement Method.

While the True Dragon Breath Technique enhanced the "True Dragon Sword" within him and amplified his attack power, the Body Refinement Method fundamentally reshaped his physical being.

The two methods worked in harmony – body refinement accelerated breath technique growth, while breath technique vibrations hammered his physique like celestial smiths.

This synergy defined the "True Dragon Dual Methods."

Even without activating skills or summoning dragon flames, Midi’s enhanced body radiated palpable power. He could now crush Level 63 opponents barehanded, abandoning Demon Swordman techniques entirely.

In the Shaded Realm’s minor tribes, he could obliterate chief warriors without drawing steel.

By all measures, Midi had become humanoid dragon spawn – unmistakably bearing ancient dragon lineage.

The Illusory God Wine also boosted his psychic energy dramatically. He now executed "Half-Sight Perception" effortlessly and brushed against the threshold of "Full-Sight Perception."

His current psychic mastery approached the realm of a "Half-step Ruler of Psychic Energy," with mind-related abilities and psychic resistance reaching staggering levels.

Were he in the Star Ocean now, even the Blue Truth Sect’s Leader would fall before a single psychic assault.

"Level 65…" Midi exhaled contentedly, bones crackling as azure light swirled in his eyes.

His dragon-like roar shook the temple walls.

Against "Warrior" Thor’s Demon Dragon bloodline, Midi now held even odds. Facing multiple Level 67 elders from major families, he could break any encirclement unscathed.

"Impressive," Eighth Apostle Rot mused through their telepathic link. "King Bacal of the Tyrant Dragon’s alchemy surpasses expectations. This Soul-Calming Potion purified my will. With suitable vessels, rebirth success rates would soar."

Midi sensed Rot’s strengthened Will Entity – the supreme expert’s enhanced presence further bolstering his confidence.

Time to depart.

"Send me out," Midi commanded the Dragon Head.

"Many await outside," the stone visage rumbled, amusement coloring its tone. "Shall I redirect your teleportation?"

The Crystal Dragon Fortress rift still permitted surveillance over Mososbury City’s scheming families. The Dragon Head’s contempt for weaklings’ plots made it willing to aid its trial’s supreme victor.

Midi shook his head. "Thanks for the kindness, but if I want to join the Black Dragon Conference, I must face this challenge. Teleporting elsewhere in the Shaded Realm would mean running away and starting over—that’s not my goal. Besides, these families can’t handle me now."

"Good! Midi Asleks, I’ll remember you. Let’s meet again at the Black Dragon Conference!" The Dragon Head roared approval, then breathed black flame.

The flames wrapped around Midi, hurling him from the temple and tearing a rift in the void around the Dragon God Temple.

Instantly, crushing Dragon’s might flooded Snake Spine Valley.

The aura rolled outward like a tidal wave. Weaker dark elves collapsed to their knees, minds overwhelmed. Even the major families’ higher-ups felt unstoppable dread clawing at their hearts.

Midi emerged slowly from the Dragon’s might.

Others leaving the temple hadn’t received such spectacle. The dark Dragon Head had staged this display to intimidate the families, showing favor to Midi.

It worked.

Those ready to accuse Midi froze when he walked calmly from the raging aura. Only Veyna, the Black Dragon High Priest, dashed forward. Across the valley, Risen—standing with Flame Serpent’s higher-ups—nodded respectfully.

"You’re alive! I thought you’d died in there!" Veyna shot Midi a playful glare, then kicked his shin.

Midi smiled, not bothering to dodge. To outsiders, their banter seemed flirtatious. But Midi knew better—Veyna’s act aimed to signal his ties to both Death Scorpion family and herself. Cross him, and you cross her.

Her instant protection warmed him. Those Level 6 and 7 potions had been a wise investment.

"Watch yourself," Veyna murmured, eyes soft but voice firm. "The Three Major Families will come for you."

To onlookers, they seemed lovers whispering.

"Don’t worry. They’re no threat." Midi hugged her lightly.

Veyna’s cheeks flushed pink before a cold voice cut through.

"Enough chatter. I have questions." The Death Scorpion family head stepped forward.

Only a Level 68 expert leading Mososbury City’s second-strongest clan would dare challenge Death Scorpion’s core disciple publicly.

Flame Serpent’s rage was tempered—Dakhni still lived, her injuries recoverable with their resources. Risen’s spoils and leveled-up strength also offset their pride’s sting.

Two-Headed Warwolf suffered heaviest losses, but as newcomers, they lacked the backbone to confront Death Scorpion openly.

Only the Death Scorpion family, robbed of their beloved heir Simon, had both power and motive to act.

"Ask freely," Midi said calmly.

"Good." The family head’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Did you cause Simon and Cort’s deaths? Did you nearly kill Dakhni?"

"I seriously injured Dakhni. I killed Simon and Cort." Midi’s reply fell swift and sharp as a guillotine.

Snake Spine Valley erupted.

They’d expected denials, excuses—not this bald admission. Was he suicidal, or did he scorn the Death Scorpion family itself?

Perhaps he trusted Death Scorpion’s protection. But with "Warrior" Thor’s dislike and the enforcement elder’s scheming, the clan’s stance was murky. Even Veyna’s support was personal, not institutional.

How could one priestess shield him from an entire family’s wrath?

Midi was finished.