The Golden Dragon King Looked Down on the Holy Spirit Continent

The God of Destruction stared at the dragon for a long time before finally uttering a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Since you've agreed, let's cooperate properly!"

The Golden Dragon King's enormous dragon eyes suddenly narrowed.

Oh, right--

"Aren't you afraid that after I've dealt with the Holy Spirit Continent, I'll turn around and wipe you all out as well, and then I'll have the Divine Realm all to myself?"

The God of Destruction's gaze remained unmoved.

"So for us, it's a gamble."

The Golden Dragon King chuckled.

"Hehe."

"You had no other choice, didn't you? If you didn't ask me for help, you'd only face death."

The God of Destruction's face was so grim it could drip water.

Have you said enough?

The Death Domain fell silent for a few moments.

The Golden Dragon King lazily withdrew his gaze.

"It's pointless."

"Unlock it."

The God of Destruction raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

The five divine lights dispersed in response, and the ten-thousand-foot-long divine chain broke apart from the dragon's body, falling to the ground like golden rain.

The moment the restraints were lifted, the Golden Dragon King roared to the sky!

The enormous golden dragon body slowly unfurled, its wings spreading out to cover the entire Death Domain.

The scales rubbed together, sparking tiny sparks, and the pressure that had been dormant for countless millennia suddenly awakened like a tidal wave!

"It's been so many years... since we last had any activities."

The God of Destruction didn't even glance at it, and with a wave of his sleeve, he tore a rift in space.

"Walk."

A dragon and a god stepped into the rift and vanished.

--

The Divine Realm Core.

The Four God Kings— the Godess of Kindness, the God of Evil, the Goddess of Life, and the Asura God —simultaneously raised their eyes and gazed towards the center of the palace.

The space rippled slightly, and a crack appeared.

The enormous golden dragon bodies emerged from the crack and landed in front of the Hall of the Gods, their heads almost touching the roof.

The God of Destruction followed behind, his face grim.

The Golden Dragon King looked down at the four figures below, his dragon eyes slowly sweeping over them.

"Tsk tsk."

His expression practically screamed contempt.

The Asura God naturally knew what it was thinking, and then spoke calmly.

Don't overestimate yourself.

Even if you merge with the Silver Dragon King to become Dragon God, you're not guaranteed a 100% chance of conquering that continent.

"After all, the other side has fifteen God King."

The mockery in Long's eyes paused slightly.

The Asura God continued.

"And as far as we know, we've only learned of four of their God King."

"There are two others among them, whom we only have a preliminary understanding of."

The Golden Dragon King didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

"Based on initial information, we know of Chaos Demon Lord Soronson and Holy Thunder·Rey."

"The ones who know everything are the two exposed by the Heavenly Screen, the fifteenth and the fourteenth, right?"

"I know, Trash Destruction told me."

The Asura God nodded.

"So I want to tell you, don't rush."

"Let's wait until we have a complete grasp of the other party's information before making any decisions."

The Golden Dragon King snorted coldly.

"Boost the morale of others while diminishing our own!"

"This is calm."

The Asura God's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to dominate the entire hall.

No one knows.

This God King, who told everyone not to rush, was actually experiencing far more turmoil in his heart than anyone else.

At first, he didn't even consider the other person to be human.

It wasn't until he fought Soronson that he realized how formidable the other man was.

Soronson was definitely among the top three of the fifteen God King.

And the strength of the benchmark I'm comparing myself to...

At most, they are only around the 15th to 10th place of the opposing team.

The Golden Dragon King remained silent for a moment.

Then, the enormous dragon body slowly rose, its head held high.

"OK."

"Then let me see just how strong this person is who can scare you bunch of Trash out of your wits!"

The golden dragon eyes gazed at the illusory image of the Holy Spirit Continent outside the hall.

"Just don't let me down!"

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside the main hall, the candlelight shone brightly, yet it couldn't dispel the chill in the air.

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin sat facing each other.

No one drank tea, no one spoke.

All the color drained from their faces.

Two have already died.

One, whose remains were never found.

One of them didn't even leave behind a head.

Those two scenes were suspended in the Heavenly Screen above our heads.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Fengzhi's voice was very dry.

"I don't know... if we're next."

Gu Rong shook his head.

"Have no idea."

My Brain is completely blank right now!

Chen Xin gripped the sword, his knuckles turning white. The Seven Kill Sword, which had never left his side, was now trembling slightly.

Who isn't?

"He died unjustly!"

"It's all Yu Xiaogang's fault!"

"He who gains the Grandmaster gains the world!"

Ning Fengzhi a bitter laugh, but his voice trailed off halfway through.

I really regret it.

"I can't believe I said that."

"I really did scan the code!"

"He started all of this trouble."

The Gu Rong stood coldly in the ground.

"The biggest blunder of your life."

Ning Fengzhi did not refute.

He raised his head, looked at the Heavenly Screen above, then at the night outside the hall, and suddenly asked a question.

"How do you think we'll die?"

The Gu Rong remained silent.

After a long pause, he uttered three words.

"Have no idea."

Chen Xin's gaze fell on the outside of the palace gate, on a place very, very far away.

I don't care about anything else.

"As long as Rongrong is alright, that's all that matters."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath, his whole body sinking into the chair as if all his strength had been drained away.

"The greatest suffering in the world is—"

"Knowing he was about to die,"

"But we don't know the exact time."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The candlelight in the hall suddenly flickered.

The three figures froze simultaneously.

A mocking voice rang out from the sky.

"Now you should know!"

The three of them suddenly looked up.

From the depths of the night, a dragon's roar exploded with deafening force!

"Hold head high----!!"

The immense dragon's might poured down like a tidal wave, causing the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School's palace to vibrate and the bronze bells on the eaves to tremble wildly.

Immediately afterwards!

A glint of cold light appeared first.

Then the spear shot out like a dragon!

Click--!

The entire sky shattered like a mirror!

Amidst the flying fragments, a Vast Dragon Shadow emerged from the crack, with the Azure Waves surging down its scales and claws, resembling a great river suspended in the sky.

Then, a person, riding on the shadow of a dragon, slowly walked out from the crack.

His green robe fluttered in the wind, and he held a long spear horizontally in front of him, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The gun barrel glistened with water, reflecting the shattered space above.

Ao Che, the master of the Imperial Abyss Hall.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down over the entire sect, his gaze fixed on the three figures in front of the main hall.

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong Chen Xin, and Chen Xin exchanged a glance.

The same thought simultaneously surfaced in their eyes.

How come... there's only one person?

What about the others?

Both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect traveled in groups of five!

And their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

Only one person came?

What game are they playing?

As if he could read the minds of the three of them, Ao Che suddenly smiled.

The tip of the gun turned slightly.

"How?"

"You look down on me alone?"