A Pseudo-Human?
No wonder he didn't get angry when they called him Azure Dragon.
A trace of gravity flashed through Painter's eyes. This was trouble.
Azure Dragon's draconic body combined with a Pseudo-Human's immortality-such a terrifying combination. Apart from Black King, he couldn't think of anyone in the world who could kill him.
Damn it, why target me? Have I been set up again?
While Painter was thinking, Azure Dragon moved.
"Sunburst!"
Azure Dragon raised one hand toward the sky, scarlet Blood Qi rising like steaming mist and gathering upward along his arm.
Countless strands of Blood Qi churned and condensed in his palm, forming a pulsating sphere. It swelled rapidly, becoming a dazzling red sun in the blink of an eye.
As ruthless and taciturn as ever, he opened with Sunburst and overwhelming Blood Qi!
Before Sunburst could come crashing down, a white-bristled ebony brush appeared out of thin air in Painter's hand.
Silver light flared in his eyes. Countless silver Fate Lines crisscrossed before him, binding together the world's karma and destinies!
He held the brush in his right hand like a god laying down ink, its tip pinning down the central node where the Fate Lines intersected with perfect precision.
The silver radiance surged. Every wandering variable was locked down, settling along the brush tip into the single destiny he desired.
With this stroke, Fated Hit!!
The invisible Fate Lines shifted. Azure Dragon's scarlet Blood Qi, which had been almost solid, instantly ran wild, rampaging through his body like an unbridled horse. The Sunburst in his palm shattered at once.
Blood rose in his throat. Veins bulged and twisted all over his body, and the genetic chains beneath his flesh unraveled inch by inch like severed threads. His muscles trembled violently, as though he might explode the