Chapter 1894: Blood Harvester

The warning was very simple, but every last descendant of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Race, regardless of where they were—be it the mortal realm, Immortal, God, Supreme or Celestial realms—they all felt it in their blood.

Clearly, Cassius didn’t just say those words for show.

He made sure they became a rule, which showed just how deep his understanding of the Dao was. He was able to turn mere words into rules, and nobody even seemed to realise it had happened.

’It appears he is far stronger than a Primordial,’ Kent smiled, clearly pleased with Cassius’s strength.

If he were this strong, perhaps, when the time came, he would be able to help defend his universe as he fought the horrors that threatened existence.

The matriarch of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Family bowed toward Cassius and said, "We have all taken the ancestor’s words to heart, and I personally will ensure nobody with your bloodline will step out of line.

"If such a person ever appears, I will personally ensure they don’t see the light of day. That is my promise to you, Ancestor."

Cassius smirked. "Whatever. Just know that this dragon isn’t someone you can mess with. Trust me, even I have no plans of messing with him, and look at me, my clone is practically a threat to the universe."

Everyone present in the arena turned and looked at Kent, their minds wondering just what kind of existence he was for a whole powerhouse like the ancestor of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Race to show him this much respect.

Right now, Kent had morphed his appearance to look like Chaos, the Primordial Chaos Dragon. Since Chaos was a true Dragon and Kent himself was a dragon, he now stood 7 feet tall, his presence as imposing as ever.

And now that he had been shown this much respect by Cassius, one could already see some form of otherworldly aura coming off him.

In fact, Kent himself had started to sense some form of aura that wasn’t of this universe coming out of him after he read the first page of the Chaos Ascension King Legacy manual.

This had made him appear more mysterious to everyone, and since he had changed his appearance, nobody recognised him as Kent Madson.

He knew what he wanted, so he chose this look to fool everyone yet send a very loud message.

Of course, the critical thinkers among them began to put two and two together after hearing so much already.

"Dragon, Primordial Era," the bearded man who seemed to know more about the Blood Harvester muttered, his mind spinning. Judging by the badge on his chest, he was from the Cult of Wisdom.

"Don’t tell me he is the Primordial Chaos Dragon." His words, however, triggered a wave of silence that enveloped everyone.

Every last soul who heard him took a moment to settle their thoughts before they turned to face him.

"Hey, Old Matin, what nonsense are you spouting? How can this kid be the legendary Primordial Chaos Dragon?"

"Yes, are you perhaps tired of your life and wish to call down the wrath of the heavens by speaking nonsense and blasphemy?"

Old Matin smiled and answered, "I didn’t say those words with no evidence, everyone. I said it because I think the signs point to the truth. Or are you all telling me an existence like Lord Cassius would show this much respect to someone if they weren’t worthy of it?

"From the history books, we know that the universe selected 13 powerhouses and blessed them, making them the Universe Guardians. However, out of the 13 of them, one stood out, and he was the Primordial Chaos Dragon.

"Legend speaks of him as an existence whose presence alone can shut down battlefields. He was respected by many and hated by billions.

"So tell me, if someone from the Primordial Era suddenly chooses to show respect to someone much weaker than them, what does that tell you?"

"This..."

Everyone turned and looked at Kent, who stood there, a smile on his face as he stared at the red cocoon holding the Blood Harvester, now showing cracks.

"It can’t actually be him... right?"

Old Matin smiled and brushed his beard. "He is a dragon, and he knows Lord Cassius. That alone is enough evidence to show he is the Primordial Chaos Dragon... at least his incarnation."

This time, many took Old Matin’s words seriously, and so they turned to face Kent. However, before they could ask a question, a powerful shockwave that caused everyone to turn pale came from the cocoon.

"BOOM"

Kent grinned and turned to look at Cassius, who, despite the weight of the universe crushing down on him, stood with a calm expression, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared back at Kent...

BOOM

Another shockwave came, this time forcing everyone to their knees. Kent placed his hand on Ruby’s shoulder to shield her from the pressure.

Thankfully, he wasn’t targeted, so aside from him, Ruby, the matriarch of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Family and Cassius, everyone was being suppressed.

"Looks like she is coming out much stronger than before," Cassius said, and Kent nodded...

"It is only natural. Her sacrifice warrants more than even this." Kent smirked and then turned to the cocoon and spoke...

"No need to hide in there, Eliza. Come out so we can get things over with..." The grin on his face widened. "Of course, I don’t mind dragging you out if I have to."

"Tch." A chuckle came from the cocoon, followed by a crack and a sarcastic tone. "You are much weaker now, stepbrother. How can you then drag me out when I can literally kill you with a mere flick of my pinky?"

"We will never know until we try."

Kent’s words hadn’t even ended when, suddenly, the cocoon exploded, and a lady clad in crimson leather armor, her thighs practically exposed and her boobs barely contained in the armor, walked out, two long crimson braids hanging behind her.

In her hand, a glaive dripping with blood was held, practically begging to be used.

She stretched her slender body, causing both men and women to drool at the sight of her lustful body.

A grin formed on her face, making Kent pale.

"Well then, which blood should I harvest first..."