Prime Originator

Before the dark fae group could decide what to do next, Leon swiftly flew past them with incredible speed and came to an abrupt stop between them and the Purple Coatl Dragons pursuing them.

Swoosh!

"He's not after us?" a dark fae uttered while glancing back in surprise.

"Why would a human be chasing after us?" another dark fae asked with a confused look.

"Did you just ask something obvious?" the dark faes glanced at the confused dark fae speechlessly before one of them said, "We are demons…"

"Oh… That somehow makes a lot of sense," the confused dark fae scratched her head awkwardly.

Just because other demons were hunting them, it doesn't automatically make humans their allies.

Alas, if they end up getting hunted by both demons and humans, it would be quite the sad fate for their Dark Fae Clan.

"Hurry up and get out of here!"

"Y-yes! Thank you!"

After Leon urged the dark faes to leave with a frown, they quickly complied without further hesitation and fled from the area.

The person's sudden presence may have stopped the Purple Coatl Dragons from pursuing them temporarily, but there was no telling what may happen next.

'Thank you for buying us time, good human. We will remember your sacrifice,' the dark faes silently etched in their hearts, completely ignorant of the person's capabilities.

After letting the dark faes leave, Leon glanced back at the Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragons before him with interest and surprise.

"Why did you stop chasing them?" he asked.

"I know a strong opponent when I see one, and you, Sir, are a strong opponent," said a Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragon.

Although Leon had yet to reveal his aura, his seemingly ordinary flesh gave the Purple Coatl Dragons a sense of inferiority.

Dragons were known for their superior defense and strength, yet a human made them feel inferior.

Evidently, this human was not as simple as he seemed, or his cultivation level was simply far above them.

"Interesting," Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Although he has the Dark Wyrm Clan's allegiance, the appearance of another sub-dragon race made him greedy for more dragon blood supply, no matter whether they were of inferior or superior quality.

"If you and the rest of your clan submit to me, I will spare you," he stated.

Naturally, such a statement made the Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragons' expression turn gloomy at once.

"You want us to serve you? What a joke! You might be strong, but that doesn't mean you can insult us as you please!" Lord Nidra roared furiously.

The Purple Coatl Dragon Clan is one of the Nine Great Clans in the Starfall Dominion!

"So you have chosen death," Leon calmly stated, then casually shook his head and added, "No matter. I'll just extract the dragon blood from your dead bodies and experiment with them for myself."

Lord Nidra's gaze turned cold and piercing.

"Kill him!" the High Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragon barked, "Don't leave him an intact body! I want him reduced to ashes!"

Swoosh—!

In a short instance, a group of two dozen Purple Coatl Dragons surrounded Leon from all directions before the tip of their throats inflated like frogs.

Dragon Breath!

Two dozen breaths of dark-purple flames blasted at Leon.

However, he neither dodged nor guarded himself; instead, he chose to take the brunt of their dragon flames head-on!

Boom!

The two dozen dragon breaths impacted their target and exploded in a great blazing inferno of dark-attribute flames, completely swallowing the person within.

Even Peak-rank Greater Demons specialized in defense could not have survived such a powerful and united attack!

However, Leon was neither burned nor eroded by the dark-attributes flames of the dragon breaths.

His True Grandmist Body negated the effect with its high resistance against the elements.

At the same time, his powerful flesh resisted the force of the blast, and his inner organs absorbed the shock with their strengthened inner defense.

His inner defense had already reached 1.5-mil jin strength after he previously consolidated his viscera with a drop of True Dragon Origin Blood.

But what exactly is inner defense?

Body Cultivators' viscera can never be rock-hard like their tempered flesh and bones, but they can be equally powerful in enduring attacks.

The primary difference between outer and inner body defense is their ability to resist and absorb the impacting force.

Just like hitting a balloon, as long as the force isn't too great that it would directly pop, the balloon will stretch and evenly distribute the force, reducing it into nothing.

That is inner defense.

"Impossible…"

Lord Nidra's eyes narrowed upon discovering Leon's intact figure within their scorching-hot dragon breaths.

It did not disintegrate, not in the slightest bit.

Leon did not reveal the slightest sign of discomfort as he emerged from the raging dragon flames like he had just taken a casual bath in the hot springs or finished a sauna session.

However, it didn't end there.

In the next moment, Leon devoured the dragon flames and absorbed every last bit of them into his body like an afternoon treat.

"Thanks for the meal," Leon smacked his lips together and said, "Now, it's my turn."

Billowing clouds of darkness surged out of his body, causing the Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragons to feel a suffocating and suppressive pressure.

'A noble Demon!' Lord Nidra exclaimed.

"Wait!"

"No waiting."

Puchi!

Leon punctured the heart of a Low Greater Demon-level Purple Coatl Dragon with a sharp thrust before ripping it out of the dragon's body.

However, the Purple Coatl Dragon didn't die immediately.

As such, Leon followed up with another attack and directly destroyed its brain with a dark energy blade, snuffing out the last trace of its life and will.

Then, he grabbed its large body and tossed it into his Worldspace.

"How dare you!"

Seeing a member of his noble and great dragon clan getting killed and looted right in front of his eyes, Lord Nidra exploded furiously.

Then, he launched himself at Leon with a full-powered attack, throwing all caution to the wind, blinded by rage.