"You have truly forced to this mont."
Draco felt the sudden surge of energy from Romans and narrowed his eyes.
He was too familiar with this power.
What was Romans planning?
The energy that flowed out was Demonic Energy.
Everyone watched as this demonic energy spread, radiating savagery, chaos, destruction, imbalance, and multiple negative auras.
The crowd was surprised and wondered what kind of energy this was. But for Adrian, Adrianna, Clara, and Caesar, they knew exactly what kind of energy this was.
Blum, Rose, and the rest also had a hint, as they had seen this aura emitted by Draco before—except Draco's was grander, more domineering, and noble compared to what Romans was currently releasing.
HISS!
A loud hiss echoed throughout the arena as a massive figure appeared behind Romans.
It was a humanoid figure with no legs, its lower half replaced by a serpentine tail. Its hair was coiled, looking like a nest of living snakes. Its skin was grey and stone-like, yet smooth as a newborn's.
She was the mother of all snakes.
"Wow, I never expected him to be a descendant of the dusa Demon," Xylara's voice rang out.
Her words left Draco montarily confused. "Is the dusa Demon part of the Ten Seats of Demons?"
"No, they aren't—just one of the high-ranked demons," Xylara replied.
"Wait, so there are other races of demons?" Draco asked in surprise.
He suddenly rembered fragnts of a mory—the Universe War that took place. In those fragnts, he recalled seeing other demonic creatures from the Demon Realm.
"Yes, there are," Xylara confird. "The Ten Seats of Demons are those personally chosen by the Demon Emperor, and they are bestowed fragnts of his power. It's not that the Demon Emperor chooses randomly, but there are certain requirents and trials one must go through to beco one."
Draco pieced everything together, but as he gazed at the dusa Demon Bloodline that Romans had just released, he chuckled.
Out of all things, why would it be a bloodline he was so familiar with?
"I never thought you had a demonic bloodline," Draco remarked.
"Demonic Bloodline? Is that the na of my bloodline?" Romans asked, his expression filled with confusion.
That reaction made Draco realize—Romans wasn't even aware of his own bloodline.
"He was likely born from a human and a royal dusa Demon," Xylara observed. "It's rare for a dusa to give birth to a male offspring, but those that do are always exceptionally powerful if they can reach their full potential."
Draco contemplated Xylara's words. Looking at the dusa image behind Romans, he now understood why Romans felt no remorse when extracting his wife's abilities.
His demonic bloodline had been the one in control all along, slowly twisting his personality, making him unable to resist its influence.
But one thing bothered Draco—why hadn't Rose and Damien inherited the power of the dusa Demon? He couldn't sense a trace of it in them.
"Well," Xylara explained, "Male dusa Demons cannot pass down their bloodline. If they copulate with other races, their children won't inherit their power. However, if they mate with a female dusa, their child's bloodline would be extrely strong."
Suddenly, the dusa Demon's image fused with Romans. His entire being began to change.
The crowd was shocked, watching Romans undergo his transformation, wondering what kind of bloodline and ability he had just awakened.
Romans' legs had disappeared, replaced by a long, stone-like snake tail. His hair spread even more, looking like bundles of snakes. His eyes were cunning and grey.
His size increased, and his aura beca demonic and nacing.
Draco was still watching this transformation when suddenly, he felt his legs stiffen.
By the ti he looked down, he saw that his legs were already turning to stone. Within monts, only his tiger head remained unpetrified.
And in the blink of an eye, he was completely petrified—turned into stone.
The crowd watched in silence.
It hadn't even been five seconds, yet Draco's entire body had been petrified.
They all stared at Draco in suspense—was this the end? Looking at the clones, they too were suppressed, and it wouldn't be long before they lost as well.
"I didn't want to release this power because once I do, blood must flow. I will use your blood to satiate my hunger," Romans said, his voice dark and ominous.
His tongue was forked, flicking in and out as he slithered toward Draco, ready to devour him and quench his thirst for blood.
CRACK!
Suddenly, cracks began to appear on the petrified Draco, as his Massacre Tiger Form burst out.
He shook his body, the stone fragnts falling away, and in an instant, he transford back into his human form.
Even though his chest was bare, his private parts remained well covered.
This made Romans pause, watching Draco as he slithered around him cautiously.
Draco grinned, seeing Romans hesitate. "Of all things, your true ability turned out to be a demonic one."
Then, suddenly, Romans found himself stopping.
His heart pounded faster.
His instincts scread of danger and fear.
A familiar aura spread out from Draco like a whirlwind—the sa aura Romans had been emitting.
But Draco's aura felt different—it was sacred, grander, more domineering—an aura that could not be defied.
Draco's hair and eyes changed, turning black-red. His aura shifted—he now exuded the presence of the Emperor of All Demons.
Draco turned his piercing gaze toward Romans.
"KNEEL!"
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