The Ancient Dragon's domain covered an enormous area—fully three thousand meters. Yet compared to the Ancient Dragon's hundred-meter body, it was no more than a human extending their domain thirty meters around themselves.
Such a short distance, at its current extreme speed, could be crossed in an instant. Its lava-like pupils did not even have time to reflect Zhao Cheng's figure. He simply charged straight at it, utterly unconcerned with whether he might crush something to death along the way.
Just as a person walking would not care whether they stepped on an ant that happened to be passing by.
"For the weak, becoming strong requires countless hardships and boundless pain. Only thus can one be reborn from the flames—just like billions of years ago, when the first bolt of lightning struck the scorching sea, and the earliest life was born within a fiery purgatory, enduring endless torment!"
Belvia's voice rang out.
"But for the strong, becoming strong is merely a process of waking up, like opening our eyes at dawn and seeing the first ray of sunlight."
"Some things may indeed already be destined, but in any age, there will never be a lack of those who dare to go against the current—even if the price is being shattered to pieces."
"Witch, perhaps you are still that fugitive girl from back then..."
"You are using arrogance to conceal your cowardice!"
Zhao Cheng held his sword. Though he could not move—or rather, moved very slowly, as though he had been placed in slow motion at a hundredfold reduction—everyone could clearly perceive his movements at this moment.
The mark on his brow, already ninety percent transformed into gold, ignited with golden flames, like a blazing sun.
Yet mixed within that golden fire was an unshakable trace of silver.
Still, as