Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1602 448: Final Battle (Conclusion) (Double-Length, Countdown to Finale: 2)

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Previously on Beast Taming Patrol...
Lanlan recognized the King of the Sea as a water spirit it once saved and guided in a past reincarnation, apologizing as it shattered the resentful bubbles, causing the king's demise. At the same moment, Guigui's Hell of Torment scythe cleaved the weakened King of Death, who met a peaceful end reflecting on its tormented life of weakness and madness. Guigui then turned to observe Yingying's battle against the Dragon King, where both combatants amassed overwhelming power amid beast transformations.

In an instant, this Bloodline Power, infused with a hint of soul, separated and flowed back into the True Dragon King's body.

Through this method, the True Dragon King's aura kept surging higher even during the fierce fight, appearing boundless.

Though its power wasn't the mightiest among the Seven Kings, this extraordinary method allowed it a terrifyingly rapid rate of advancement.

Scars from their clashes marked the forms of both colossal dragons.

Amidst the dragons' savage clash, the explosive shockwaves rattled the skies, resounding across the whole divine martial realm.

At last, Yingying's dragon claw slammed the True Dragon King brutally onto the ground of the Northern Divine Region.

A massive boom echoed, making the entire Northern Divine Region quake violently in that instant.

Gazing at the True Dragon King pinned beneath its own claw, Yingying's eyes blazed with blood-red killing intent.

"End it!"

A colossal eye, spanning a million meters, materialized behind Yingying, its needle-thin pupils like a bottomless void, utterly devouring the True Dragon King's reflection inside.

A dazzling blood-red beam burst from that eye akin to a massive cannon blast, instantly swallowing the True Dragon King's entire form.

Within that horrifying blood glow, the True Dragon King's body gradually melted away.

As the blood light faded, only a faint, ghostly remnant of the True Dragon King's body lingered, resembling wispy smoke ready to dissipate at a touch.

"Ah…"

The blazing battle fervor in the True Dragon King's eyes also dimmed away in the blood light.

A soft sigh escaped it, its gaze toward Yingying filling with ever more intricate feelings.

"Prison Venerate, you are stronger."

It had planned to consume Yingying.

If it could have taken in the other's bloodline, its path would have leaped forward, perhaps letting it ascend to the next level much sooner.

In that case, it might have broken free from the Time Master's control.

Yet all these dreams ended up as mere delusions.

Flashes of its past replayed endlessly in its eyes.

The True Dragon King wasn't born a dragon.

To be precise, its original species wasn't dragonkind, but a lizard-resembling exotic beast.

In the vast tribes of the Southern Wild Region, its clan held no great might, just a mere monarch species.

Near its tribe's home lived four dragon-resembling exotic beast clans.

All of them ranked as emperor species.

Confined to a tiny territory, the young True Dragon King knew little of the world and came to believe dragons were supreme beings.

It longed to transform into a dragon, craving true power.

And fate indeed offered it that chance.

On a secret outing, it stumbled upon a member of one emperor dragon clan, gravely wounded for some reason and on the verge of death.

In the dying creature's last moments, the True Dragon King made the wildest choice of its existence.

With its water powers, it drew out every drop of the other's blood and swapped it for its own.

The pain was unending torment.

This mad deed, which ought to have killed the True Dragon King on the spot, was somehow withstood and survived.

When it awoke once more, a total metamorphosis had occurred, and even its innate water abilities turned strangely altered.

Undeniably, though, it had become far more powerful.

So started the True Dragon King's legendary rise to prominence.

It completely absorbed the bloodlines of those four neighboring tribes first, then expanded to others.

This singular ability drew the attention of the Time Master.

Sensing its potential, the Time Master swiftly enlisted it as a follower.

Thus was born the True Dragon King as known today.

As all recollections halted at life's end, the True Dragon King stared intently at Yingying, its crimson-gold eyes mirroring Yingying's majestic, towering figure.

Abruptly, a smile spread across its face.

"You are also a dragon!"

Its last shred of illusion fully vanished, as its path laws began crumbling apart.

The True Dragon King, perished!

However, the disintegrating path laws didn't scatter into the void but, under the True Dragon King's final command, fused into Yingying's body.

This gift held the full essence of the Bloodline Path insights.

Deep within Yingying's eyes swirled profound emotions.

Absorbing this knowledge, it threw its head back in a earth-shaking dragon roar that reverberated through the nine realms.

From any angle, the True Dragon King's defeat was destined.

Still, to Yingying, it proved a respectable foe.

It glanced over to find Gui Gui, who had just slain the King of Death, teleporting to its side in victory.

At the same moment, a deafening roar exploded from another battlefield.

Youyou's twin claws, in Phoenix Spirit Form, viciously seized the King of Destruction's head.

In Phoenix Spirit Form, Youyou's claws had evolved from its primal body into spear-like Rule Artifacts, able to pierce metal and rend space-time.

This devastating strike lopped off the King of Destruction's head yet again in a flash.

This was the eighth decapitation Youyou inflicted on the King of Destruction.

With its nine heads unified, the King of Destruction seemed to hold nine lives, as each Destruction Path head, when cut, claimed a natural element head as substitute.

With the final element-wielding head smashing to the earth amid a thunderous crash, the King of Destruction could no longer sustain its nine-headed unity.

It shrank back to its true shape, its central head now surrounded by eight ragged stumps, a gruesome sight.