Defeating A Dragon Blood Realm expert

In the shadowed realm of the mid-term dragon blood realm, where darkness held dominion over hope, a confrontation unfolded. A confrontation that sent shivers down the spine of those who dared to watch.

Before them stood Su Han, the former Demon Dragon Ancient Emperor, his presence a harbinger of doom. His robes billowed ominously as he faced a burly adversary, an unsettling calm radiating from his very being.

"Kneel!" Su Han's command cut through the tension, a gust of wind stirring the heavy silence as he clashed head-on with the burly man.

A thunderous "Boom!" resonated, both combatants recoiling as though struck by an invisible force. Bewilderment gripped the onlookers, including Mr. Li of Wanbao Pavilion, whose widened eyes betrayed his astonishment.

Eight dragon veins, a force to dwarf the dragon vein realm, and yet, the battle raged on with an eerie equality that defied reason.

"Too weak," Su Han muttered, shaking his head, his voice an unsettling whisper in the stillness.

"Bastard!" The burly man's anger swelled. "We both took a step back. How dare you call me weak?"

He, too, marveled at the absence of Su Han's dragon skills. Instead, Su Han had employed the very essence of his eight dragon veins to shield himself. The outcome, far from expected, unnerved him.

"Doom awaits you!" The burly man roared, lunging forward. His hands coursed with draconic energy, coalescing into a colossal palm.

"Mountain Mover!"

A torrential palm descended upon Su Han, its swiftness defying reason, aiming to crush him from above.

"Kneel!" Su Han's voice, devoid of emotion, cut through the air. His feet found firm ground as two figures manifested on either side.

Both figures were Su Han.

The burly man faltered, his words caught in his throat. "What sorcery is this?"

The palpable presence of dragon energy surged through the room, and, astonishingly, there were three Su Hans, each as real as the other.

"Nine Gods Splitting Technique," Su Han revealed, his tone chillingly detached.

This technique was one of his secret arts from a past life, capable of spawning nine avatars, all bearing the power of the original. Yet, here, he had cultivated only two, the limits of his present strength.

The two Su Han clones lunged simultaneously, flanking the burly man. No dragon skill, no fire-breathing displays, just their enigmatic existence posed a dire threat.

"What manner of darkness is this?" The burly man quaked, the revelation too much to bear.

Su Han was far from done. With a flash of his fist, a blinding light burst forth, transforming into a colossal white tiger that sank its fangs into the burly man's colossal palm.

A symphony of cracks rent the air, the burly man's hand shattered, his cries of agony rending the silence.

"What malevolence is this?" He stammered in disbelief.

The legends spoke not of Su Han wielding such powers, defying the hierarchy of dragon skills.

"Five Saints Combo Technique," Su Han uttered with unnerving calmness.

The Five Saints Combo Technique, a pinnacle of his past mastery, could summon the sacred beasts, unleashing their might in sequence. Though now diminished, Su Han's prowess was undeniable. The room bore witness to an overpowering fusion of spiritual beasts, past and present.

Chen Yi, an onlooker, dared to challenge. "You cannot wield the Su family's dragon skills. We have no record of such power!"

"The Su family?" Su Han's disdainful gaze met Chen Yi's, the weight of his words unfathomable. "Their dragon skills are insignificant to me, as are the dragon skills of Longwu Continent."

A sickening splatter sliced through the tension, silencing all. Lin Heng lay lifeless, a gaping wound on his throat, blood pooling beneath him.

"Young master!" Their collective gasps reverberated, and Su Han's presence dissolved.

A clone had struck Lin Heng down.

"You...you truly slew Lin Heng?" Chen Yi quaked, his face drained of color.

"Will you defy me, too?" Su Han's voice sliced through Chen Yi's trembling resolve.

Chen Yi's refusal metamorphosed into submission. "I yield, I yield."

"Kneel," Su Han whispered, his cold smile a harbinger of despair.

The room plunged into an abyss of darkness, the shadows of malevolence enveloping all. In the midst of foreboding gloom, Su Han, the bringer of doom, watched, waiting for fate to unfurl its darkest chapters.