The Situation

Beneath Mount Fuji, led by Richard, the two quickly found the main entrance. Xia Mi opened the Nibelungen. When it came to dealing with Nibelungen, Xia Mi was a professional.

After entering, they discovered that there were actually already people inside?

"Hm? Someone's here?" Xia Mi asked in confusion.

"Who could it be? You should be Herzog, right? I just don't know whether you're the original or a stand-in," Richard said to the man leading the group opposite them.

The group facing them watched the pair. They had already been somewhat agitated by someone entering.

After Richard spoke Herzog's name, the old man opposite narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Kill them."

"Oh, so you ugly old man are Herzog? Then it's no surprise," Xia Mi said. She seemed utterly unconcerned by the people charging at her.

"Idiot. Herzog wasn't even ready yet. Why would he be guarding this place? Wasn't he afraid of awakening the White King Remains?" Richard said, smacking his forehead. Xia Mi only knew half the plot and had never bothered to look into it properly, had she?

"That guy must have informed him," Xia Mi said. With a casual wave, she buried those people directly in the earth.

Then she casually drew Herzog over and asked, "Old man, was I right or not?"

"Who exactly are you?" Herzog did not answer, only kept asking. That mysterious person had only said that someone had set their sights on the White King; he had not said they would be this powerful.

"Forget it, I won't ask. It doesn't matter anyway." Xia Mi waved her hand again and sent Herzog to join the people from before.

"Your ability to control the earth is becoming more and more effortless," Richard said. The Xia Mi from before definitely could not have done something so Lifting Heavy as Light, leaving no trace behind. With a wave of her hand, she had buried all those people over a hundred meters underground, separately at that.

"Of course." Xia Mi did not stand on ceremony. She had improved twice already; if she could not even do this, would all those upgrades not have been for nothing?

"Alright, the White King Remains are over there. Let's go. Better not let things drag on." Richard pointed at the massive dragon corpse ahead. It was already stirring restlessly, showing signs of awakening.

Xia Mi did not waste any time. It still wanted to revive? Hand it over. She immediately took out the Dragon Bone Cross and began devouring it. With Richard present, she was not worried about safety at all.

Richard, meanwhile, remembered that there seemed to be an Alchemy weapon inside this White King dragon corpse. It even seemed to be one of the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan, the Kusanagi Sword?

He casually found a jade-white longsword near the dragon's tail. He had to admit that the White King Remains were the ugliest dragon he had ever seen. It no longer looked like a dragon at all, more like a gigantic monster. No wonder Japan called it Yamata no Orochi.

Forget it. It had only ever been an incomplete White King, so there was no need to be overly critical.

As for this Kusanagi Sword, Richard casually flicked its blade. A clear sword cry immediately echoed through the area.

It was sharp enough. It could barely be considered usable.

He then set the Kusanagi Sword aside and continued reviewing knowledge related to Alchemy in his mind.

Over here, after Herzog died, Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Seki Hachike, and the King of the Demon Clan both suddenly died, stunning the higher-ups of both factions.

Then, as if someone had kicked a hornet's nest, all of Tokyo boiled over.

Under the secret guidance of Little Devil's group, several factions arrived beneath Mount Fuji without prior arrangement.

Richard looked at the crowd outside the Nibelungen and felt that Little Devil truly never stopped stirring up trouble. If he was not making trouble, he was on his way to make trouble.

If this was not that guy's doing, he would eat the Kusanagi Sword.

Forget it. Those people could not enter for now anyway. Once Xia Mi had absorbed the White King, he would deal with them himself.

Richard had originally intended to ignore them, but Kassel College's group truly spared no effort in their dragon slaying. They actually managed to force open the Nibelungen and expose the entire Nibelungen.

He was utterly helpless. He had clearly gained no benefit whatsoever from the White King, so why did he still have to do so much work?

With a casual gesture, he set up a Magic Array to protect Xia Mi. Even an ordinary Saint Domain would not be able to break through it.

Back then, he had cultivated both magic and martial arts. He had only wanted to draw parallels from those spells and comprehend the laws, but somehow, after cultivating and cultivating, he had reached the Saint Domain. He was even a dual-element Mage of wind and water.

Only then did he walk out the door. Looking at the people standing in three separate groups, he could not help saying, "The Seki Hachike and the Demon Clan actually didn't start fighting? That must have been hard for you. And Kassel College too—you people are everywhere. Do you have to work this hard?"

"Everyone, how about we make a deal? Why don't you all go back where you came from?" His voice was clearly not loud, yet everyone some distance away heard him with perfect clarity.

The young Chinese man before them did not have the signature Golden Pupils in his eyes, which meant he had not used Spirit Speech.

Alchemy? The elderly man from Kassel College made that judgment. The moment he heard news of a Dragon King here, he had rushed over without stopping.

"May I ask which Dragon King this is?" Ange asked.

"A Dragon King? I'm not one. The one inside is," Richard said with an indifferent shrug.

"Then, young man, how about making way?" Ange casually asked.

"I can't. Old man, you're already so old. Wouldn't it be better to go home and enjoy your retirement?" Richard said helplessly.

"Hey, are you two actually chatting now? Let me ask you, did you have something to do with the head's death?" one of the people near the front of the Seki Hachike asked.

"The head? Who? Tachibana Masamune? He's dead? Oh, no wonder you were led here." Richard suddenly understood.

Then he looked toward the Demon Clan and asked, "What about you? Your King is dead too, right? Since Tachibana Masamune is dead, he shouldn't have survived either."

"What do you mean?" Minamoto Wakame, as the leader of the Demon Clan, asked.

Seeing that there was a story to hear, Kassel College under Ange's leadership quieted down instead.

"What do I mean? They were originally the same person. Or rather, the two people you saw were both fakes. The real one died here, so naturally the fakes could not survive either," Richard said, dropping a bombshell.

"Oh, the head of the Seki Hachike and the King of the Demon Clan were the same person? Interesting." Ange truly had not expected to hear such explosive news. It seemed Japan's Hybrids had quite a few hidden stories. He almost did not want to interrupt this young man, but unfortunately...

He raised his head toward the enormous door. Inside was silent as death, as though a great terror capable of devouring everything lay within. They did not have much time left.

"Young man, make way. Once this is over, I'll definitely sit down and listen properly to your story," Ange said as he led his people forward.

"Tch, I really don't have any talent for talking people down." Richard casually slashed, leaving a clear line across the ground.

"Stop. Anyone who crosses the line does so at their own risk."

"Oh, you're quite confident, young man." As Ange spoke, his eyes turned golden. Then, as though he had teleported, he appeared before Richard, his folding knife slashing rapidly toward him.

Richard drew the Kusanagi Sword and returned a slash. Ange flew backward and vanished from sight. Whether he was dead or not, Richard did not know.

In any case, he believed he had held back. Well, it was probably only around the Scummy Dragon King's current level of strength, roughly Peak Saint Domain.

"Headmaster." The people from Kassel College could hardly believe that their headmaster, considered invincible among Hybrids, had failed to withstand even a single sword strike from his opponent.

And this guy still claimed he was not a Dragon King? How shameless.

The people from Kassel College attacked in fury, and people from the Seki Hachike and Demon Clan followed suit.

Since that was the case, Richard no longer cared who had or had not attacked. All three factions had people who made a move anyway, so taking a sword strike was not unfair.

He casually swung several slashes, splitting apart the incoming Alchemy bullets and sending everyone on the other side sprawling to the ground. He would not make special allowances based on their strength. If they lived, they lived. If they could not, they died.

He looked up at the sky. He knew someone was watching. This was modern society; there were no secrets under the sun.

Those monitoring remotely through satellites drew sharp breaths. Was this a Dragon King? He was this fierce? The various factions almost immediately reached an agreement: he was not someone they could afford to provoke.

This was not on the same level as the Dragon Race that had emerged before. Even the Dragon Kings recorded in the old files had not been this powerful. Had the records been tampered with?

"Boss, this guy's too fierce. I can't handle it." In some unknown conference room, Mai Sakatoku looked at the image on the screen and shook her head. She would rather die than take any mission related to this person.

Little Devil fell silent. He had not known that Jormungandr had such a powerful person beside her. There had never been anyone like him among the Dragon Kings, and he had not even considered possibilities like a Second Generation Dragon or a Hybrid. What exactly was this thing?

Could the Vinster King have revived? But after that traitor revived, he would only devour these Dragon Kings. Would he associate with Jormungandr? He had even given other Dragon Kings to Jormungandr to devour? Could Nidhogg possibly have lost his mind and decided to become a doting father? That joke was a little too funny.

As for the Secret Party, their faces darkened immediately. Everyone knew that Kassel College was backed by them. Now that Kassel College had been beaten so badly and they did not even dare retaliate, did the Secret Party still have any dignity left?