World Devouring Dragon

The stadium was in chaos.

Ron stood tall in the center of the stage, his sword still glowing faintly from his final attack. His golden eyes swept across the thousands of spectators, who were either stunned into silence or whispering in disbelief.

"A Qi Refining cultivator… won against a Nascent Soul prodigy?"

"This… this is not normal! What kind of monster is he?"

Many sect elders stood up from their seats, their expressions shifting from mockery to deep curiosity. They were no longer laughing at the Black Moon Sect—now, they were desperate to know more about Ron.

But Ron? He just smirked.

He glanced at Fang Mu, who was still coughing blood on the ground.

"You're strong," Ron said casually. "But not strong enough."

Fang Mu's fists clenched. He wanted to curse Ron, but he had no energy left. Instead, he could only grit his teeth in humiliation.

The referee finally raised his hand.

"Ron of the Black Moon Sect is the winner of the Imperial Tournament!"

BOOM!

The crowd erupted. Cheers, screams, and gasps filled the air as Ron became the center of attention.

The princess, who had remained silent the entire time, was staring at him intensely.

"This boy…" she whispered to herself. "He's not normal. His presence… his strength… it's like he's meant to stand above everyone else."

The emperor's gaze darkened slightly. He had initially looked down on Ron, thinking him to be a joke—but now?

Now, he saw something far more dangerous.

A future legend.

A Storm of Rewards

Before Ron could leave the stage, several powerful sects and clans rushed forward.

An elder from the Celestial Jade Sect spoke first.

"Young man, your talent is wasted in the Black Moon Sect. Join our sect, and we'll provide you with limitless resources!"

"Hah!" A burly man from the Blazing Sun Sect stepped forward. "The Celestial Jade Sect is weak. Ron, if you join us, we'll grant you a high-rank cultivation technique and a top-tier spiritual sword!"

A representative from the Divine Wind Pavilion wasn't far behind.

"We offer ten thousand spirit stones and a Nascent Soul-level sword technique if you join us!"

The entire stadium was shocked.

These were powerful sects, yet they were fighting over Ron like desperate merchants in a marketplace!

But Ron? He simply laughed.

"You think I'd leave my sect just because of a few rewards?" His golden eyes flashed coldly, and an invisible pressure spread from him. "I don't sell my loyalty for cheap."

The elders felt a chill in their spines.

Ron didn't just have strength—he had pride.

The Black Moon Sect's sect master, who had been watching from afar, smiled proudly.

"Good. Very good."

A Meeting With the Emperor

Moments later, a royal guard approached Ron.

"The emperor has requested your presence in the palace," he announced.

The crowd fell silent.

Meeting the emperor directly? That was an unprecedented honor!

But Ron? He just raised an eyebrow.

"Tell him I'll come when I feel like it," he said lazily.

The guard nearly choked on his own breath.

"You dare—"

Before he could finish, the princess stood up from her seat.

"Leave him," she said softly. Her gaze locked onto Ron, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"He'll come when he's ready."

Ron looked at her for a moment, then smirked.

"Interesting woman," he muttered.

As he left the stage, countless women in the stadium continued to gaze at him with admiration. Some were even daydreaming about him, completely ignoring their original sect duties.

Ron, the Golden-Eyed Devil, had stolen their hearts without even trying.

—To Be Continued!

Ron's Progress:

• Cultivation: Qi Refining stage 5

• Swordmanship: Sword user Peak

Scales Unlocked: 7 scales

Techniques

• Heaven crushing slash

• Phantom Moon Slash

• Dragon Emperor's wrath