Ashen Dragon

"Despicable White Dragon, how dare you disdain our great Red Dragon clan!" The Red Dragon roared angrily and lunged forward.

But Tiniya remained indifferent, facing the charging Red Dragon without dodging and simply spun around to whip her tail. Under immense strength, the Red Dragon was directly knocked backward.

"Ao—"

The Red Dragon wailed and spewed a mouthful of blood.

Tiniya raised her head, opened her mouth, and unleashed a frost-white Frozen Breath from her throat.

Coldness filled the sky and instantly froze the Red Dragon into a stiff ice sculpture, crashing heavily to the ground.

Immediately, there was a deafening silence among the dragons.

Vesuvius issued a bounty, enticing other Chromatic Dragons forward with Gold Coins to challenge.

After a long while, a Black Dragon greedy for Gold Coins stepped forward to challenge, trembling all the way, and was knocked out with a single encounter, without a chance to resist.

Next were Vesuvius's subordinate Green Dragons, a Brown Dragon rushing from the Southern forest, a Blue Dragon from the desert...

Rounds of female dragons stepped forward to challenge, yet none could survive three rounds, almost all crushed in battle.

Under the strong pressure from the White Dragon, the Chromatic Dragons left one after another, and even a Red Dragon admitted defeat and fled hastily.

Seeing this, Tiniya's confidence grew even stronger.

What are all these worthless things?

With such strength, you dare to compete with me for my master's favor.

Are they worthy?

Only until this moment did Tiniya truly recognize her powerful strength as a kin to the Ashen Empire's Emperor.

If evaluated using Cassius's system, combined with the power of "Father of Frost" Matalotok, this Atavistic White Dragon's Challenge Level has reached Level 22, even surpassing an Ancient White Dragon.

Ordinary giant dragons—even the most powerful Red Dragons among the five-colored dragons—appear weak and vulnerable before her.

Only opponents at the level of Extreme Old Red Dragon or Ancient Red Dragon can rival Tiniya.

"This White Dragon is too powerful..."

"Truly, even 'Dragon Prince' His Highness's servant possesses such strength, seems I have no hope."

"Indeed, Her Majesty the Dragon Queen does not easily grant Divine Favor, only those renowned geniuses might defeat this White Dragon."

"We can only take a different approach, let's go."

Quickly, only less than thirty giant dragons remained at Tewar Lake, with half being Green Dragons and Blue Dragons, led by Christina and Vesuvius respectively.

"Damn, this creature can't possibly be a so-called adult White Dragon! Such size, such Breath, and this level of Dragon's Might, it's at least a thousand-year-old wretch near its grave!"

Vesuvius was furious, cursing venomously in his heart.

Christina, however, was carefree; after all, she was the only one among the dragons who had conversed with "Dragon Prince" His Highness, knowing this task isn't as simple as it seems.

The Farria family has always maintained close ties with the Empire's upper echelons; if Christina wanted to visit, she could do so under the pretext of cooperation, utilizing family connections.

This time Christina came to disrupt the situation.

Intending to prevent other Chromatic Dragons—especially someone like Vesuvius—from fortuitously obtaining Cassius's bloodline, fulfilling the divine mandate, and receiving the Dragon Queen's favor.

Now her goal has been achieved.

The fact that these female dragons suffered defeats at Tiniya's hands, Christina found that extremely pleasing, rejoicing inwardly.

Looking around, seeing not many female dragons daring to challenge, Vesuvius turned to the Blue Dragon and said coldly, "It's your turn, Christina, we should strive to complete Her Majesty the Dragon Queen's Divine Oracle."

"You Blue Dragons claim to be second only to Red Dragons among the Five-Colored Dragon Clan, yet you don't even have the courage to face the challenge?"

Christina didn't buy it, just chuckled coldly, "Pathetic, you may never even meet His Highness Cassius in the end?"

"What a pity... the Farria family has many affairs awaiting my attention, I don't have time to witness your downfall personally."

Then, Christina roared, flapped her wings, and with several Blue Dragons turned to leave, heading to the Rossa Desert.

"Damn cowards!! Even weaker than dwarves!"

Watching the Blue Dragons depart, Vesuvius's face contorted, shouting curses.

"Ha, that annoying Blue Dragon escaped too." Seeing the Blue Dragons leave, Tiniya's expression brightened.

As long as she dealt with the sly Green Dragon, she could return to report to her master. Thinking of this, the White Dragon's heart was filled with anticipation.

Vesuvius hung his head, his face shrouded in a shadow like a cloud, "No, I can't give up, this is a rare chance, this is His Majesty Tiamat's Divine Favor!"

"If I miss this opportunity, I might have to wait hundreds of more years!"

Thinking of this, Vesuvius hardened his heart and initiated Telepathy Skill with several fellow Green Dragons.

"Do not concern yourselves with dragonkin traditions, we are completing His Majesty Tiamat's Divine Oracle! Her Majesty the Dragon Queen's Will is above all! If you get the chance, secretly attack the White Dragon, catch her off guard!"

The Green Dragons glanced at each other knowingly, "Yes, Lord Vesuvius."

Finally, Vesuvius took to the air. This Green Dragon was 17 or 18 meters long, entirely deep green, covered with spikes. A sharp little horn protruded from its nasal bone, eyes deep and sparkling with a hint of malice, exuding a vicious aura.

From the body size, the adult Green Dragon Vesuvius was only slightly more than half the White Dragon's size, appearing especially tiny.

But unlike ordinary five-colored dragons, Vesuvius was a Dragon Sorcerer. Her father was an Ancient Green Dragon who had lived in the Divine Realm for over a century, receiving favor from Tiamat, and she relied on her father's status to enjoy wealth and glory, becoming a leader among Forest Green Dragons.

The Green Dragon flapped its wings, and the numerous magic equipment worn on its dragon body shimmered brightly, Energy Protection, Magic Focus, Divine Guidance Technique, Jade Light and other Spells enhanced her, multiple Radiances intersecting.

Vesuvius wielded the golden scepter, the false smile appearing on her dragon face, "Duke Tiniya, since you insist on blocking my path, defying the Dragon Queen's Will, then I can only offend."

"I, in the name of Tiamat's acolyte, daughter of Argelia, Vesuvius, challenge you to a holy duel..."

Amid the lengthy words, crisp sounds rang out, and the Spell Radiance entangled around the Green Dragon seemed to grow more intense.

"Cut the crap!"

Tiniya impatiently snarled, opened her mouth, and unleashed a frost-white Frozen Breath, icy cold rushing toward the Green Dragon.

But as the cold air touched the Green Dragon, her figure blurred—the Frozen Breath missed—the Green Dragon had made an illusion!

It turned out while speaking, the cunning Green Dragon had changed her position and left a deceptive illusion in place.

The Frozen Breath fell into the lake, emitting extreme cold, immediately freezing half of the lake surface into ice.

What terrifying Breath!

Nearby Green Dragons gasped in amazement, growing even more cautious.

"Troublesome creature..."

Tiniya scanned around, suddenly turned her head, only to find the real Green Dragon had appeared behind the White Dragon, raising its scepter and chanting ancient Draconic.

"Dragon Flame Technique!"

Accompanied by the long spell, a frenzied fire dragon burst forth from the scepter, roaring, carrying terrifying heat, clawing and swooping toward the White Dragon's back.

"Roar—"

Tiniya bellowed, releasing the power to manipulate frost and snow within her from Matalotok.

Countless icy blue beams emanated from the White Dragon's body, forming a frozen realm centered on her dragon body.

The two Magic Elements collided, intertwined, forming a powerful elemental flux, white mist gradually spreading in the sky, surging endlessly.