"How could I possibly do that?" Lu Mingfei shook his head. "Happiness, beauty, peace-there's hardly an objective, universal standard for them. Everyone has wishes buried deep in their hearts. Perhaps only a true god could answer them all... You misunderstood. All I promised was to kill every last dragon."
"Promised?" Odin said. "I must admit, your stupidity truly confounds me. When will you understand that gods never need a foundation, just as hurricanes never explain their paths to ants?"
"You're wrong again," Lu Mingfei said evenly. "We are strong because we are just, not just because we are strong."
Odin said no more. A battle was inevitable. In his eyes, Lu Mingfei was naive to the point of childishness. Justice had never meant anything; only power could be trusted. Only after enduring countless wars could one understand that truth. Once war began, even gods had to be prepared to pay the price. That was also the bloodiest, most tragic, and most useful lesson.
He chanted an ancient incantation, and the elemental traces on the battlefield where he had fought the Black King suddenly stirred.
An immense elemental eruption immediately engulfed everything.
Rhein.
"Word Spirit Rhein?" Lu Mingfei said. "You should know its incantation contains the meaning 'incomplete combustion'... Zhulong."
An even greater mass of fire elements erupted into flame and collided with Rhein. Fire against fire-the purest of clashes produced an unprecedentedly destructive explosion, its flames cleaving the sky in two. Between "incomplete combustion" and "combustion," "combustion" ultimately prevailed. Rhein itself even became fuel for Zhulong.
Odin had fought Nidhogg, and before that, he had been severely wounded by the Spear of Destiny. Even so, he could still unleash Rhein instantaneously. Compared with his former self, he could be said to have undergone an evolution, but it was still far