The Undying Demon Emperor frowned deeply. "Jin Miaolin, you’d better think carefully about the consequences. Don’t end up in a situation you can’t handle." Was this kid crazy? Just to win, he had actually unsealed the Scourge Dragon? But Tang San simply beamed, revealing his white teeth. "Your Majesty, everything is fine. Thank you for confirming that this is allowed, and don’t worry. I won’t end up in a situation I can’t handle. Brother Nihil, will you please?" As he spoke, he waved at the Scourge Dragon. The seemingly furious Scourge Dragon fell silent, stepped forward, and, to the astonishment of even the Undying Demon Emperor, bent its massive, savage head toward Tang San. Tang San rose lightly and landed atop Nihil’s massive head, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked across at Lü Fuyao. "Alright, I’m ready." As he spoke, he reached out and summoned the Radiant Dragon Spear he had purchased at the auction, gripping it in his hand. The spines on his back then turned into long vines and coiled around Nihil’s neck, anchoring Tang San in place. And there he was—a true blue Dragon Knight! The spectators who had been mocking the Amethystine Warrior opened their eyes so wide it looked as if their eyeballs were about to fall out. This... this is allowed? What the fuck? Is that really the Scourge Dragon? The mad beast that destroys everything it touches? How is this possible?! And did the Amethystine Warrior call it Nihil? That... Okay, fair, that sounds appropriate. In the Crystal City’s VIP pavilion, Radiant Dragon King Xu An’yu and the other dragon powerhouses had already rushed out, stunned by the sight before them. All things considered, the Scourge Dragon was a dragon. Sure, it was a puppet dragon that had lost its mind, and because even the dragon race had become unable to control it, it had been sold at auction for money. But even so, it was a dragon, and a mighty one at that. Who could have imagined someone would actually manage to keep it under control? The Scourge Dragon possessed strength nearly at the level of an Emperor. If there were an open throne and it could survive its tribulation, it might even become an Emperor. But there were clear signs that its tribulation would be of such titanic intensity that it would destroy it and everything around it. The dragon race didn’t know exactly why this was the case, but they would never let it attempt such a tribulation. That was why it had been auctioned: It was nothing more than a volcano full of magma boiling under pressure, ready to explode. If this volcano could be sold for money, then that was for the best. No one thought someone would actually be able to put a lid on it. Yet the proof was right in front of them. The Scourge Dragon’s aura was in no way weaker than it had been at the auction, so it had clearly not suffered anything untoward, and yet it had been tamed by a mere Blue Gold Tree clan leader? Unthinkable! The Undying Demon Emperor was just as shocked. But Tang San hadn’t broken any rules, so all he could do was shrug and let things proceed. Shockingly, the one who had just interrupted the Undying Demon Emperor was Lü Fuyao. The Undying Demon Emperor frowned. Will you people just let me do my job now? What’s wrong with this match? "What now?" he snapped. But the next moment, he was shocked once more. Lü Fuyao burst into tears and dropped to his knees with a loud thud. "Big Brother!" he cried toward Nihil. Nihil let out a low growl, destructive intent glinting in his eyes for a moment before softening as recognition dawned. Tang San quickly bathed Nihil’s sea of consciousness in life energy, soothing his destructive impulse and allowing his clarity to return. Nihil crouched and gazed at Lü Fuyao with clear affection. He let out a low growl. It wasn’t exactly articulate, but it was accompanied by a divine consciousness message that every being in the arena at the tenth order or above could perceive clearly. "You’re Little Fuyao?" Nihil rumbled. "Yes! Big Brother, it’s me, your little Fuyao!" Lü Fuyao sobbed. "Are you safe now? No longer in danger?" "Yes, ever since you helped me stop my metal energy from solidifying, I’ve been able to cultivate properly and advance quickly. Big Brother, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with the dragon race?" Nihil’s eyes flashed with destructive fury at the mention of the dragon race, and he let out a deafening roar that shook the air. "Don’t provoke him!" Tang San warned. "I can barely help suppress his destructive urges for now; I can’t neutralize them entirely." "Understood!" Lü Fuyao hastily agreed. Nihil turned to glare at the Crystal City rest area. As its gaze swept over the dragon kings, its annihilation energy surged. "Enough, don’t stoop to their level," Tang San said gently, patting Nihil’s head while channeling more life energy to soothe his mind. With another roar, Nihil managed to restrain his fury somewhat. Tang San looked at Lü Fuyao. "Alright, now, shall we begin?" Lü Fuyao froze, then shook his head rapidly. "No, no. I can’t fight my big brother! Without him, I would’ve died among the puppet dragons long ago. Big Brother... Did you call him Nihil? That’s a good name. Anyway, he is my benefactor. I surrender. Clan Leader Jin, may I visit you sometime?" "You’re welcome anytime!" Tang San laughed, patting Nihil’s head again. Nihil’s gaze softened as it grunted, "At least you know gratitude, kid." Tang San turned to the Undying Demon Emperor. "Your Majesty, you can announce it now, right?" The Undying Demon Emperor’s lips twitched. For a moment, he wondered: Was the power of those little purple coins truly limitless? Once again, Tang San had won, and for the second time, it was without a fight. What was this? Not a single one of his matches had been normal. With Nihil’s consent, Tang San returned him to the little pocket dimension a contracted beast slumbered in and landed lightly, exchanging a friendly nod with Lü Fuyao before returning to his pavilion. The Amethystine Warrior had claimed victory again. The crowd watched in disbelief. But whatever they felt, it didn’t change the outcome: Jin Miaolin had won yet again, defeating another strong opponent without a fight. Before reentering his rest area, Tang San flashed a grin at the stunned Ning Chen'en. "Brother Ning, still hoping to draw me?" Ning Chen'en stared at him and blurted out, "You sure are one of a kind!" If Jin Miaolin had been a soft persimmon before, ripe and ready to be squished, then with the Scourge Dragon assisting him, he was now the one who could squish others. Nihil’s power was close to the twelfth order to begin with, and with Jin Miaolin’s life energy, it was like adding wings to a tiger—or a dragon, in this case. The Amethystine Warrior had truly risen. Outside the Blue Gold Tree clan’s pavilion, the elders waited for him. Even they were left speechless by what they had just witnessed.