Longteng Tianxia's throat filled with a metallic sweetness, and golden divine blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, scorching wisps of blue smoke into the black Gobi.
His chest throbbed with pain, and the web between his thumb and forefinger had split open completely from gripping the blade. His own blood covered the hilt of [Undying Battle Soul].
He could even feel that in that instant, the durability of the demigod artifact chestplate on his chest, [Unyielding Chestplate], had dropped by a huge chunk.
He had been beaten into this state by his own skill.
This felt even more suffocating than being ganged up on by a hundred demigods!
"Guild Leader!"
"Boss!"
In the distance, the startled cries of Blood War Eight Wastelands and the other members of Dragon Soaring Dynasty drifted over, their voices filled with panic.
On the high platform in Dragon City, Blood War Eight Wastelands slammed a fist into the control console before the light screen, his eyes red.
"Damn it! This BOSS has no honor! How can it steal skills too? Sister Light Snow, what do we do? The guild leader..."
Light Snow's expression was more solemn than ever, and she spoke rapidly.
"It isn't simple copying. It's 'appropriation' and 'analysis.' At the level of laws, it temporarily seized the guild leader's Ownership of that Divine Might. This has already exceeded the scope of conventional skills. It's a concrete manifestation of the concept of Original Sin."
Her conclusion sent the hearts of every Dragon Soaring Dynasty higher-up around her sinking to the bottom.
Longteng Tianxia paid no attention to the commotion outside.
He shook the blood from his hand. The arrogance and fighting spirit in his eyes, which burned with golden flames, had been replaced by extreme irritation and fury.
He refused to believe