Chapter 5699 Little Boy
- "Kid, spill your blood!" the Vermilion Demon Lord barked, his voice like molten iron striking a gong. "That Golden Dragon Bloodline of yours sits atop every draconic lineage. A tower built to shackle dragons will kneel to it. Draw the blood, spark the resonance—now!"
- Without a heartbeat of hesitation, Jared slashed his own palm with the Dragonslayer Sword. Liquid sunlight—pure dragon essence, thick and gold—splattered across the shimmering ward.
- Sizzle!