"Have you forgotten the name of the sword in my hand?" Xiao Chen asked.
"The Dragon Slayer Sword?" Hei Meier looked at the pitch-black, rust-covered, broken ancient sword before her. Her entire body shuddered as an ancient name—one that filled the Dragon Race with terror—flashed through her mind like lightning.
In ancient times.
The Dragon Race flourished.
Some dragons relied on their heaven-shaking strength to commit cruel atrocities, feeding on all races.
This filled all races with fury and boundless fear.
The Human Race's flesh was tender and their blood sweet, making them especially beloved by the Dragon Race.
Dragons were enormous and possessed monstrous appetites. With a single breath, a True Dragon could slaughter an entire city and devour hundreds of thousands of commoners.
At first, the Human Race feared the Dragon Race's Divine Might. They sent envoys bearing tribute to visit the dragons, hoping to negotiate peacefully.
Yet the Dragon Race was overbearing and refused to listen. They accepted the offerings, then swallowed the envoys as well, with no intention of restraining themselves.
Later, the Human Race was enraged!
A divine craftsman possessing heaven-shaking skill exhausted his life's collection of treasures and invited masters of formations and inscriptions to assist him. Using his own soul as the catalyst, he forged an unparalleled divine weapon that shook Heaven and made ghosts weep—the Dragon Slayer Sword.
The divine craftsman had fought so desperately partly for the greater good of the Human Race, but also because his wife and daughter had been murdered by an evil dragon, their lives lost forever.
The moment the Dragon Slayer Sword emerged from the forge, it immediately triggered a Heaven-Earth Phenomenon.
At the place where the divine craftsman forged the sword, black clouds pressed down upon the city while Purple Lightning filled the skies.
Violent