"A Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragon," Muria's eyes brightened, revealing a spirited battle intent. Like Plutonium Dragons and Blue Diamond Dragons, the Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragon belonged to the category of abhorrence dragons. These dragons had bloodlines stronger than even legendary dragons, viewing everything with disdain. Except for ancient gods, they looked down on almost everyone, especially the newer gods.
The Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragon, as its name suggests, had thirty-eight wings: three pairs on its ears, three pairs on its back, three pairs on the end of its tail, one pair on its chest, one pair on its shoulders, pairs on its wrists and elbows, and finally, pairs on its hips and shoulders.
These feathered dragons looked more like birds than dragons due to their feathered bodies instead of scales. Additionally, they didn't have horns; instead, they had crests like birds. Their heads resembled large predatory birds with beaks and talons.
"The offspring of the Holy Winged Rashimiar!" Ilvest, who was still recovering, also noticed the fierce arrival of the feathered dragon. Seeing its pure white feathers, he recognized its origins. Other than the one on Paradise Mountain, he hadn't heard of any other Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragons with pure white feathers.
"Brother-in-law, do you still want to continue?" Muria asked reluctantly. "Why don't you step down? If you still want to fight me, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Right now, I want to try my hand against this feathered dragon and experience the power of an abhorrence dragon."
"I haven't conceded yet!" Ilvest coldly retorted. They had competed with spears, swords, bows, and even bare-handed combat, but neither could gain the upper hand. This left Ilvest feeling unsatisfied, as he had been practicing longer than Muria, though Titans had more natural talent in techniques.
"Let's call it a draw then, alright?" Reluctantly, Muria took a step back. Considering their current legendary physiques, how long would it take to exhaust Ilvest completely? This wasn't a life-or-death battle, so there was no point in dragging it out.
"Hmph!" Ilvest snorted coldly. Although the arena suppressed his power, he still held a certain advantage over Muria due to his third-tier legendary physique. If it were a true same-level fight, he wouldn't be Muria's opponent. Nonetheless, he could endure longer, and most Seraphims hadn't noticed any signs of his impending defeat.
"If you lose any match, leave immediately and stop pursuing my sister."
"In a same-level fight, I won't be weaker than anyone!" Muria replied confidently. "I will not lose!"
"I hope so!" Ilvest responded, then turned his gaze to the stands where the female Eight-Winged Seraphim Feyette was watching, her eyes filled with concern. This was the real reason he was willing to step down. He saw the worry in the eyes of the Seraphim he had just started pursuing and was soon to be engaged to. She didn't want him to continue fighting, and with no hope of winning, Ilvest stepped down.
"Are you Muria?" The Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragon, covered in pure white feathers, looked at Muria. Above its head, three long rifts connected to the Elemental Plane, from which surging elemental streams poured into its body without causing a ripple.
"That's me!" Muria eyed the abhorrence dragon with anticipation. Abhorrence dragons were a general term for terrifying creatures born in ancient times and still existing today. They only respected ancient gods and a few other beings, disregarding most others, including new gods.
A fully matured abhorrence dragon could rival gods and epic beings, with some even having records of slaying gods. The most famous of these was the ancient hatred dragon, Katanian Gat, who once single-handedly killed the soul god Moccame, a powerful evil god in the Hell of Scorching Flames, earning the title of Soul Slayer.
However, while abhorrence dragons possessed destructive power comparable to dragon kings, they were not dragon kings. They lacked source power and the creation power derived from it, only possessing the destructive capabilities of dragon kings.
Whether they could become dragon kings was unclear, as there were no precedents. Most abhorrence dragons had left Erathia, wandering the void. Only a few, less than ten, remained in this world cluster, and most were still in slumber.
Abhorrence dragons were more akin to planetary void beasts, representing the peak of draconic physical strength, unlike gods and epics, who belonged to a different system.
The dragon before Muria was clearly a young abhorrence dragon. How it was born was unknown, and its existence seemed unreasonable to Muria. However, he wasn't a scholar and didn't question the feathered dragon's existence. Unusual beings were common in the process of life's reproduction, and he was one such being himself.
"I heard you claim to be invincible among legends?" the young feathered dragon asked curiously, its eyes reflecting a curiosity that didn't match its strength. It truly was a young dragon.
Similar to the legendary strongest dragon species, the Time Dragon, born as a legend. However, Muria believed such dragons didn't exist. Time couldn't be controlled by creatures. Gods could manipulate time in their divine realms, but only within their realms and merely reversing material motion, not true time reversal.
"I've never claimed that," Muria denied outright. In the vast world, who knew what kind of beings could emerge? He didn't consider himself unique enough to claim invincibility. "But I hope to earn that title someday."
"Oh, good luck," the feathered dragon replied nonchalantly. It then drew a graceful arc in the air, preparing to leave. From start to finish, it hadn't acknowledged the Seraphims or dragon kings. Only ancient gods could make them pay respect.
"Wait, aren't you going to fight me?" Muria was stunned. He had forced his brother-in-law to step down, clearing the arena, but the feathered dragon was about to leave after a few words, showing no intent to fight. It was quite awkward.
"No interest! I just came to see what an arrogant guy like you looks like," the young Thirty-Eight-Winged Feathered Dragon replied lazily.
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