When Lu Mingfei crawled out of the overturned car, his entire body was trembling.
Not from fear. From tension. It was the physical reaction after an adrenaline surge. His heart pounded like a drum, each beat slamming heavily against his chest until he could barely breathe.
He knew something had changed in this world.
He had realized long ago that a huge shadow lurked behind this change. It was very likely some ultimate Spirit Word that only a Dragon King could wield—something beyond the scope of ordinary Spirit Words, a power that should not exist in this world!
Even if casting this Spirit Word might require an astonishing price, even if it could not rewrite the entire world, it truly could rewrite a part of it! It could make a handful of people suddenly vanish, or grant people power and status they had never possessed.
That power was simply too terrifying.
Lu Mingfei had seen many Dragon Kings. The King of Bronze and Fire's Candle Dragon could incinerate an entire city in an instant. Naga's Dance of Sacrifice could trigger devastating earthquakes. Odin, the King of Sky and Wind's Wrath of Indra, possessed the destructive force of a Nuclear Bomb.
But compared to this mysterious ability, those were nothing.
No matter how powerful Candle Dragon was, you could still see it. No matter how violent an earthquake was, you could still feel it. No matter how fast Wrath of Indra was, at least you would know how you died.
But this Spirit Word was like a silent undercurrent, quietly surging where there was no warning at all. It made no sound and left no trace, yet without anyone noticing, it could erase a person's existence from the world. The power over life and death lay within a single thought.
So