"He is my child, and I want to take him away now! If you think it's unfair and are dissatisfied, then let me continue to be your enemy." Faced with Nero's provocation, the elder stopped in his tracks and suppressed his anger, growling in a low voice. As these words were spoken, an invisible aura emanated from his body, and the powerful pressure rippled through the surroundings of the arena. Even formidable experts like Pei Yan were forced to retreat, while those who had not yet reached the top tier, such as Wang Wenze and Jiang Feiyang, struggled just to maintain their posture.

Seeing their companions on the verge of embarrassment, Pei Yan and Gu Shenghui immediately released their own auras to contend with the elder's. With this barrier of protection, the pressure subsided, allowing Jiang Feiyang to relax, collapsing onto a chair as he exclaimed, "My God, this old guy's pressure is incredible. Could he be the embodiment of the Spirit Monster Plane's essence?"

"No, he's not! Although this power is pure and strong, it fundamentally differs from the essence embodiment." Pei Yan spoke up to refute, equally shocked by the elder's aura. In his view, below the essence embodiment, only the Child of Origin was worth fearing. Today, the elder's appearance taught him a lesson again; the aura he released far surpassed the peak moment of Saraf he held dearly. It seems that among the older generation of cultivators, there are still those he must not underestimate.

With this realization, Pei Yan suddenly considered a question: if such powerful figures exist in the Spirit Monster Plane, then the Demon Race must have them as well. Yet he had never encountered them, even comparing Old Samikina to this man would fall short. Ha, now I understand! Until now, Pei Yan realized, the Demon God intentionally left a card unturned, hiding the true top powers of the Demon Race from him, leading to a misjudgment of their overall strength. In normal times, this might only foster arrogance and contempt in Pei Yan, but should a conflict arise during wartime, this unexpected surge of power could deal a heavy blow to the ill-prepared Investigation Corps.

None of these old guys are well-meaning.

"He said he is Saraf's father. If I'm not mistaken, he should be one of the two Dragon Kings of the Dragon Realm. Such a person is equivalent to the Lord of the Six Immortal Palaces, and in terms of status and authority within the Dragon Race, perhaps even higher than the Lord of the Six. There aren't many such individuals across the various planes; they're the pinnacle of cultivation in each realm." Gu Shenghui explained, seemingly seeing through Pei Yan's thoughts.

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Pei Yan nodded in recognition. No wonder, being the Dragon King, a true leader below only one but above tens of thousands. According to Lin Junzhao's description, in the Spirit Monster Plane, he is the true ruler. The Master of Origin of the plane is extremely lazy, only concerning themselves with matters when chaos engulfs the realm, otherwise staying uninvolved.

Nero, also sensing the Dragon King's aura, silently chose to close his mouth after hearing the elder's words. Whether due to fear of this wrathful father or not wanting to provoke the grudges of various planes, he merely snorted dismissively before turning to leave the stage.

Seeing the other party withdraw, the old man also refrained from speaking further. Holding his most beloved son, he tried his best to avoid turning back, fearing that seeing his enemy again might trigger uncontrollable emotions. The immediate priority was not revenge but saving his son's life and future.

"The first round should count as our win, right? I'll take the second match. Let the other side decide their contestant, or name one of us to engage in a life-and-death fight." Having prepared for the first round, Di Xin taunted as he leapt onto the arena, not waiting for the Dragon King to step down after Nero's withdrawal.

This statement immediately intensified the atmosphere in the arena. Everyone turned to the Spirit Monster Plane side, anticipating their response. Spirit Monster Plane contestant Long Jin leaped onto the stage, politely bowed to the audience, then stood tall and calmly declared, "We of the Spirit Monster Plane concede and withdraw from the remaining matches. Bloodshed wins the remaining two matches."

This announcement caused an uproar, sparking widespread discussion. Long Jin accompanied the Old Dragon King as they left the stage, leaving Di Xin feeling awkward and powerless, rolling his eyes but helpless.

Pei Yan and the others were not surprised by this decision. Given that Saraf had lost, and analyzing the situation, Long Jin stood little chance against either of the remaining Bloodshed members. Instead of risking the loss of another lineage for pride, strategically retreating to preserve strength was the wise choice.

The Spirit Monster Plane's withdrawal meant that the competition between the Investigation Corps and the Magic Plane would proceed ahead of schedule. Just as Pei Yan and Gu Shenghui were about to discuss the competition matters, the Old Dragon King suddenly stopped after descending from the stage. He seemed to be arguing with Saraf in his arms, but ultimately, with a sigh and unable to win over his stubborn son, carried him towards the Investigation Corps.

Facing the towering Dragon King holding Saraf, like a mountain before them, the members of the Investigation Corps felt bewildered by this unexpected visit. They all sat up and prepared defensively, watching him warily.

"He has something to say to you." Remarkably, the proud Dragon King spoke to Pei Yan in unpolished common speech to show respect.

"Oh, oh! Okay!" Pei Yan, realizing the Dragon King sought him out, regained his composure and looked down at Saraf in the Dragon King's arms. Although Saraf's father used his own bloodline to temporarily sustain a spark of life within him, Saraf remained so weak that even breathing was difficult. Pei Yan couldn't fathom why Saraf sought him at this moment.

Feeling Pei Yan's gaze, Saraf reached for his chest, attempting several times to retrieve something but failing due to his lack of strength. Finally, his father could no longer bear to watch, bending down to place his son on the ground and calmly inserting his hand into Saraf's chest as if it were water, without resistance. After a bit of stirring, he withdrew his large hand, leaving Saraf's exterior unscathed and his chest restored to its original state.

At Saraf's indication, the Old Dragon King handed the object retrieved from his body to Pei Yan. Hastily, Pei Yan accepted it, only to realize it was a small, vividly green Fire Bead identical to the Flame of Life Saraf had rebounded at Nero earlier on stage, though this one appeared even more brilliant and much smaller.

"Eat it!" The Dragon King intently instructed Pei Yan.