My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible-Chapter 424: The Power Of The Dragon Tattoo

Liam held the Blade of Tiamat in his right hand, white flame still burning along its edge despite his exhaustion. Every muscle in his body screamed for rest, his broken ribs grinding with each shallow breath, blood still seeping from the deep laceration along his side. But his grip on the weapon never wavered.

The hundred-meter dark palm descended from above like divine judgment, its shadow engulfing him completely. The pressure wave preceding its arrival made the ground beneath his feet crack and buckle, stone fragmenting into smaller and smaller pieces as the technique approached.

Liam knew with absolute certainty that with his decision of taking on the attack, he was biting off far more than he could chew. A Void Amalgamation cultivator was simply beyond his current capabilities, even with all his advantages, even with his enhanced physiology and legendary equipment. The tier difference was too vast, the power gap too fundamental.

But leaving wasn’t an option.

He could escape to his Dimensional Space right now, vanish from this battlefield in an instant, spend however long it took to recover and grow stronger. The Pavilion Master couldn’t follow him there. It would be the smart choice, one that guaranteed his survival.

But he couldn’t make it.

Because if he fled now, the Pavilion Master would turn his rage toward the only other target available—Master Han. And while Liam planned to keep the old blacksmith in the Dimensional Space for safety, Master Han would eventually need to come out.

The man had a life, connections, a world beyond the refuge Liam could provide. He couldn’t imprison him there forever, and the moment Master Han emerged, the Pavilion Master would be waiting.

Liam had thought through every angle before making his decision. His confidence in survival wasn’t baseless—his regeneration was extraordinary, his constitution nearly indestructible, his ability to endure punishment far beyond normal limits. But he also knew with brutal clarity what this attack would cost him.

He would survive,but he’d be broken, battered, possibly bedridden for days despite his enhanced healing. Even if he couldn’t kill the Pavilion Master, merely surviving an attack from a Void Amalgamation cultivator would itself be a victory. Especially after he’d already accomplished his primary goal—the complete annihilation of the Devouring Petal Pavilion.

The descending palm accelerated, moving faster than before. The suppressive aura intensified, pressing down on Liam like a physical weight that made his knees want to buckle. His already-damaged body protested violently, his vision swimming, his consciousness flickering at the edges.

Liam gritted his teeth so hard he tasted blood from where his molars cut into his cheeks. His right hand tightened on the Blade of Tiamat until his knuckles went white, the weapon the only thing keeping him anchored to consciousness. He forced his legs to lock, refused to let them give out, refused to face death on his knees.

The palm was perhaps fifty meters away now, close enough that Liam could see the intricate patterns of spiritual energy woven through its structure, the devastating power compressed into every square inch of its surface. His Dao Array Eyes analyzed it automatically, showing him exactly how thoroughly it would obliterate him if it landed.

The next moment, the black dragon tattoo on his back began to glow and Liam felt a sudden warmth spreading across his shoulder blades, entirely different from the Essence Refining Flame’s heat.

Without warning, brilliant light exploded from the tattoo.

The radiance was blinding, forcing Liam to squint despite being at its epicenter. From within that light, a form began to materialize, and a dark dragon emerged from it.

The dragon’s eyes snapped open, blazing crimson with an intensity that spoke of rage. Those eyes fixed on the descending palm technique. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The dragon looked up toward the sky, its neck arching, and opened its maw and let out a thunderous and resounding roar.

The roar sent a shockwave that exploded outward in all directions, visible as ripples in reality itself. The hundred-meter dark palm struck that wave of sound and simply ceased to exist, the technique unraveling instantly, spiritual energy scattering like smoke before a hurricane.

But the roar didn’t stop, as it continued outward, rolling across Crimson Valley like thunder from an angry god. Windows throughout the city shattered and buildings trembled on their foundations. The very ground vibrated with the force of that ancient voice.

The dragon’s gaze shifted, those burning red eyes fixing directly on the Pavilion Master hovering in the sky.

The man’s face went from rage to shock to absolute terror in the space of a heartbeat. His body locked up completely, every muscle seizing and he was unable to gather his spiritual energy. Only his cultivation at the Void Amalgamation level kept him from collapsing entirely, but even that was barely sufficient.

He felt that if he had been weaker, even by a single minor realm, he would have fallen from the sky like a broken doll.

But he wasn’t the only one affected.

Throughout Crimson Valley, every person—cultivator and mortal alike—found themselves frozen in place. A bone-deep chill spread through their bodies, primal fear overriding all conscious thought, not even minding their cultivation level. The roar treated all cultivations as equally insignificant.

In the Imperial Capital, thousands of kilometers away, the effect was no less absolute. Even the Emperor himself and the former emperor who is in seclusion, someone had reached the pinnacle of power in Grand Xia, found his body refusing to obey his commands.

The most powerful cultivators in the empire—those hidden elders and ancient monsters who normally wouldn’t deign to notice anything short of a cataclysm—all felt that terrible voice wash over them and discovered they could not move.

Deep in the Thousand Mist Forest, where spirit beasts ruled and even Nascent Soul cultivators feared to tread, every creature great and small froze where they stood, paralyzed by the presence of something that transcended their understanding of power.

This was the aura of the Abyssal Dragon.

A race that stood above every dragon bloodline in the cultivation universe. A race so ancient they had existed before the universe itself took its current form.