World Devouring Dragon

Ron started to get to know more about his powers. The night was still, yet Ron's heart pounded like a war drum. The golden-haired man before him, Shen Tian, had claimed he carried the bloodline of an ancient race, one so powerful that the heavens, fairies and many many ancient powerful bloodlines had tried to erase it. Now his consciousness only remained. You are only one who lives in our Bloodline, so you must and should keep our Bloodline intact in this world. Then he disappeared.

Ron clenched his fists, feeling something different within his body. For the first time in his life, he could sense qi—thin threads of energy flowing into him. His meridians, once useless, now thrummed with power. Shen Tain awakened the bloodline in Ron.

Yet, before he could fully grasp this newfound strength, a chilling voice echoed from the darkness.

"So, this is where you've been hiding, trash."

From the shadows, a tall young man stepped forward, his robes embroidered with the symbol of the Iron Fang Sect. His name was Zhao Feng, a local cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, Second Layer. He was one of Ron's tormentors, always looking down on him.

Behind Zhao Feng, several village youths sneered.

"Ron, did you think you could escape your fate? Where were you in the festival, what are you doing here by yourself? "

Ron remember himself tormented by him all the time. But now Ron felt his blood boil. He had been weak for too long. He had endured humiliation for too long.

Zhao Feng cracked his knuckles. "I'll teach you a lesson, trash." He lunged forward, his fist wrapped in burning qi.

Instinct took over. Ron dodged.

A faint golden glow flickered in his pupils. His senses had sharpened. Zhao Feng's movements, once too fast for him to follow, now seemed sluggish.

BANG!

Ron countered with a punch of his own. The impact sent Zhao Feng stumbling back, his expression twisted in shock.

"You—!"

But before Zhao Feng could react, a searing pain erupted from Ron's back.

His body burned. His veins pulsed.

And then… black-gold dragon scales began to form on his right arm.

The villagers gasped. "What is that?!"

Ron staggered, his breathing ragged. A feeling of insatiable hunger surged within him. It was as if his body craved qi, energy, life itself.

Zhao Feng charged again, but this time, Ron moved on instinct. His glowing eyes locked onto Zhao Feng, and an invisible force siphoned qi from his body.

"ARGH!" Zhao Feng screamed, his strength draining away.

Ron did not realize it, but his World Devouring Dragon Bloodline had begun to stir. The battle was just the beginning.

Ron has beaten them to death without even a sence of guilt, he crippled their cultivation and spared them because their happened to be the who looked after him when he was a child.

Ron felt that he can't stay in the village anymore because he had already beaten some of their children, so he can't face them again. Ron ran towards a forest and wanted to spend the night in the forest.

He stood in the shade of a tree and tried to take a nap, but early in the morning a boar tried to attack Ron but became his food instead.

Since Ron can't stay in the village anymore, he had to join a sect. With a new brand spiritual powers he can easily join a Normal sect to get resources to live.

There are many sects in the empire, but Ron's secrets are something that needs to be hidden.

After some thinking, Ron finally decided to join a sect. Ron started to run towards the sect he wanted to join.

Continue in chapter 3.

Ron's cultivation: Qi refining Stage 1