Among the Ten Ultimate Beings, the True Ancestor vampire is one of the oldest—so ancient, she’s practically a legend. If not for other Ultimate Beings vouching for her, even vampires might doubt she exists.
The Dragon King? Sounds epic, but she’s among the youngest Ultimate Beings, just older than the Great Demon, the youngest at 5,000 years. At 8,000+, she’s a baby compared to the True Ancestor’s eons—a tiny witch facing a grand sorceress.
Filo realized post-taunt that her body’s age might top even that. But words were out, so she doubled down, hands on hips. “What’s with the fuss? You said if I beat you, you’re mine to command. Backing out now?”
The Dragon King’s lips quivered, head turning left awkwardly. “╭(╯ε╰)╮ I’m not bailing! You didn’t name terms, and a rematch doesn’t conflict with that, right…?”
Stubborn, huh? Filo rubbed her chin, staring. Guilty, the Dragon King avoided eye contact, cheeks flushed.
Bingpo and Chiyan zoomed in, ignoring the Dragon King, buzzing around Filo. “Master, you’re so cool! You flattened the Dragon King in no time!” “Can I see that frying pan? It blocked her dragon breath—strongest shield ever!”
The Dragon King’s face was a meme-worthy rollercoaster. These brats care about another race’s Ultimate Being, not me?! She pouted, eyes sulky, but when Filo glanced back, she feigned a “do what you want” look. Not scared of you, True Ancestor!
Before Filo could speak, Bingpo leaned in, whispering mischievously. “Is that… okay?” Filo asked.
“No biggie! She lost twice, so two punishments, right? This is letting her off easy,” Bingpo grinned.
She said “Your Majesty” politely, but her smile gave the Dragon King goosebumps. Bingpo, the “Little Angel” for her manners and talent, suddenly seemed more demon than angel.
An hour later, the Dragon King’s lieutenants—Sky Dragon and Nether Dragon—rushed over, wings flapping. After hauling her back, she woke up, curse expired. Her aura confirmed it: no human, not even the LV899 Great Sage, matched her LV999 Ultimate Being vibe.
For a second, she was dazed, then rage mode—recalling her defeat, she exploded, blasting a third of the building, wings out, ready for round three with Filo. Sky and Nether tried to stop her, but one glare and her kingly aura knocked them out cold.
Terrifying. Yet even this Dragon King got thrashed by the True Ancestor. Hierarchy: True Ancestor > Dragon King > Sky/Nether. How many “>” signs between? No clue.
They flew full throttle, praying she was okay. A second thrashing with Filo in a bad mood? Shudder.
They reached Bingpo and Chiyan’s house, recognizing the genius twins. Nearby, battle scars screamed Dragon King and True Ancestor. It’s over. Please be alive, Your Majesty!
Landing, they morphed human—Sky, a silver-haired butler with a low ponytail; Nether, a rugged, black-robed uncle. Their dragon looks translated to human hotness.
“Knock?” “You do it.” “No, you!” Sky caved, knocking. Thud, thud, thud. Footsteps approached, no aura—hidden? Must be the True Ancestor. They braced, hoping she hadn’t maimed their king.
The door opened. Sky’s jaw dropped, speechless. There stood the Dragon King—in a maid outfit, face beet-red. “W-Welcome…”