The Crystal Palace shimmered with flowing radiance. Countless acres of emerald waves rippled with a lustrous sheen, and the glittering waterlight streamed through the palace's crystal-clear walls, reflecting a thousand brilliant hues.
Splash!
Amid the dazzling halo of light, a spray of blood burst open in midair, splattering across the entire hall.
The grim blade slowly withdrew, its tip angled toward the ground as it dragged behind him. Pei Ling strode forward, swiftly surging ahead.
Behind the blade, the mangled bodies of aquatic folk and Dragon Race immortals tumbled down one after another, wrapped in thick, sticky blood.
As the sweet, metallic stench spread, blood surged and streamed in every direction.
Pei Ling's expression remained calm. Not a trace of blood stained his black robe as he followed the familiar route toward the depths of the palace, utterly at ease.
Tap, tap, tap...
His unhurried footsteps echoed along the corridor. Every aquatic being blocking his path was cut down with a single slash!
This was the Dragon King's inner demon world, and also that absurd story fabricated by the Human Race!
And the story's ending was the Dragon King's downfall!
At present, he only needed to follow the story's sequence step by step. In the end, he would certainly be the victor!
Thus, he wasn't fighting by defining order or altering rules. Instead, just as the story described, he wielded only his blade!
At that moment, amid a jumble of footsteps and the scrape of weapons, even more aquatic beings surged over like a rising tide. Their blades glinted coldly, and pairs of eyes blazing with fury locked onto Pei Ling. "A mere human, born to be food for the myriad races, dares set foot in our palace? What reckless insolence!"
"No human may run amok in the Dragon Race