True Word Kill

Rebel—this talent was a gift Black Dragon Elphis had given Han Wu long ago.

It was an exceedingly noble symbol among the Dragon Race.

But among dragons, nobility often had to be matched by strength.

Otherwise, one would be nothing more than a walking little snack.

At least, that was how Deathwing saw it.

In Deathwing's eyes, Han Wu was a little snack.

Possessing merely ordinary World Level strength while bearing the title of Rebel was truly an insult to the Dragon Race.

Deathwing's gaze toward Han Wu brimmed with greed. "I don't care who you are or how you obtained the title of Rebel. Now that you've encountered the powerful King of Death Soul Generals, Deathwing, obediently become my rations."

"As long as you do not struggle, the powerful Deathwing will grant you a painless death."

Deathwing had calculated things beautifully. It intended to swallow Han Wu so that it could inherit the title of Rebel and become one of the noblest beings in the Dragon Race.

Hearing Deathwing's plans, Han Wu smiled calmly. "What if I say no?"

"An ant has no right to refuse me. You are weak, so you are only fit to be my food!" Deathwing declared domineeringly.

Han Wu was amused by Deathwing's words.

He stepped forward and activated his ability at the same time: Demon King True Body!

After his strength had been completely unsealed, the Demon King True Body had also returned to its normal size.

The ten-thousand-meter-tall Demon King True Body stood before Deathwing, its surging demonic might forming an evenly matched confrontation with the dragon might Deathwing radiated.

Yet even in the face of Han Wu's imposing majesty, Deathwing still did not think it would lose.

It opened its enormous mouth, about to spew Death Dragon Breath at Han Wu.