Clomp! Clomp! Clomp!
The iron hooves of the eight-legged steed shattered the hard ground beneath.
Thunderous sparks shot from the horse's nostrils as it moved forward, step by step, the overwhelming pressure closing in.
It was a forbidden domain of the Dragon Kings, a sea of blood formed from countless skeletons, an atmosphere of cruelty, violence, and bloodshed.
The intense aura even made Chu Zihang feel a strange illusion, awakening the deep-rooted fear buried in his genes—fear from an ancient time when humans feared the creatures that ruled over them, the "Dragon Kings"!
King's Domain!
This was a forbidden domain only accessible to the Dragon Kings of the first generation and higher!
A pure and ultimate spiritual domain, capable of making any creature with bloodline lower than a Dragon King kneel and tremble before them, recalling the terror engraved deep within their souls!
The fear once imposed by the dragon race, by the Dragon Kings, and the bloody, cruel history that followed!
Boom!
Thunder from the heavens gathered as a storm raged. Countless meteors circled the mighty Gungnir, pointing directly at Chu Zihang, who knelt on the ground.
"Mortal, I ask you once more: bow down or die!"
Perched atop the eight-legged steed, Odin's dark golden armor shone with the reflection of lightning, his towering figure like the peak of the world, holding up the entire sky.
The overwhelming and crushing presence radiated, so immense and heavy that it felt like a mountain.
The violent winds of the storm made the air itself tremble, as the furious arcs of lightning tore through the hardened asphalt, leaving jagged cracks like a physical embodiment of cold and indifferent killing intent, intertwined with a chilling, indifferent voice.
As Chu Zihang looked at that high, unreachable figure, he felt a suffocating pressure.
Even though his lungs fought to expand, the air around him seemed unnaturally thick. No matter how hard he tried, he could only inhale a small breath, his strength drained as he struggled to bear the immense pressure.
At this moment, gravity felt like it had multiplied by thousands, maybe even more!
The rain pouring from the sky suddenly became several times heavier, as though each drop carried the weight of a mountain. When they struck his body, they shattered the steel-like scales on him!
The rain, falling like artillery shells, battered his already strained body, pushing him closer to the edge of his life. But the most terrifying thing was the mental shock coming from all directions, like a raging, violent tide, ruthlessly destroying his willpower.
Vroom!!!
Odin's iron face glowed with a blazing light, so intense it even lit up the darkness.
At this moment, the King's Domain shrank to its limit, surrounding the two of them.
Crunch! Crunch!
As the mental realm collapsed to its extreme, it seemed to block everything in the real world.
Under the terrifying pressure, even the air seemed repelled, creating a near-vacuum.
The surrounding asphalt road crumbled inch by inch, and on Chu Zihang's body, the once-hard green scales shattered as if they were being crushed, with blood spurting out endlessly.
Yet, despite all of this, Chu Zihang remained unyielding. He raised his head proudly, looking directly at the towering Odin.
His golden eyes, which never dimmed, seemed to burn with a fierce flame, the blood-red flowing like molten metal. His gaze was determined and resolute, with no trace of fear or retreat!
"I said... no!"
Chu Zihang's temples bulged as if he were a warrior marching to his death. He used his remaining strength to swing the broken half of his 'Murakumo' sword at Odin.
Clang—!
The sword light flashed like a dragon, as bright as a waning moon.
The ferocious and violent momentum pushed forward, with no hesitation. It was as though he was offering all his life as a sacrifice for this strike!
"Dad, I'm coming to join you!" Chu Zihang's belief and will seemed to turn into something tangible.
As he swung the sharp blade, an intense burst of flame shot out, carrying powerful gusts of wind as it rushed toward the stunned Odin.
Remember, this was inside the King's Domain, compressed to its limit!
Even a next-generation dragon would probably be suppressed and unable to move. But this human in front of him was still able to fight back, striking with such a stunning blow!
In fact, Odin even felt a strange illusion, as if the one wielding the sword wasn't a human, but an enraged dragon king!
Odin, who had always treated everything as a game, was caught off guard. His body tilted backward, barely dodging the strike. The sword blade scraped across his cold iron face, sending sparks flying and leaving a deep, visible scar!
Was it a failure?
The side effects of the Blood Rage made the dragon's blood, now more concentrated, turn into something like poison.
The corrupted Chu Zihang was powerless to resist. He exhausted the last of his strength, looking at the scratch left on Odin's iron mask. That face, always like an iceberg, suddenly revealed a smile.
He tried his best. Even though the outcome wasn't what he hoped for, at least he would be able to meet his father in hell, right?
The regret of the night when the rain poured and the rivers rushed seemed to finally be able to be healed.
"Human!!!"
The cold, iron mask with a single eye was filled with shock for a moment, but soon, it was overtaken by pure fury.
If being forced to dodge human attacks was already a great shame for a Dragon King, then having a scratch left on the iron mask by a human's blade was an even greater disgrace!
The Dragon King, standing in the heavy rain, finally decided to show no mercy. He would punish the mortal who dared to offend his dignity!
The rumored eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, seemed to sense the change in its master's mood. It spewed lightning that scorched the earth, raising its front legs high.
Odin, sitting atop the steed, raised his divine spear in anger. Countless falling stars gathered at its tip, aimed at the immobile Chu Zihang.
Just as the shooting star spear was about to strike, a sudden change occurred!
Boom—!
With the sound of a deafening sonic boom tearing through the sky, a figure appeared in an instant, crushing through the air with a roaring wind dragon trailing behind it.
Odin, sensing the change, immediately tightened his grip on the spear, pulling it back like a bowstring, unleashing an unmatched force as though trying to shatter the very void.
A massive fist, roaring like a bursting dragon, collided with the meteor-like spear light!
"Stop!"
Boom!
It was as though thunder exploded in the street. A powerful shockwave immediately spread out.
The gray-scaled fist was incredibly hard. When it struck Gungnir's meteor strike, it seemed like the collision of a meteor with the earth.
The shockwaves, centered around the two, were immediately pushed outward by an overwhelming force, creating a massive mushroom cloud as the heavy rain was shattered and turned into vapor filling the street.
The asphalted surface of the elevated bridge could no longer withstand the impact of such force. With a deafening wail, it collapsed violently, cracks spreading outwards in all directions.
Surprisingly, in this direct clash of power, Odin was defeated. He, along with his eight-legged steed Sleipnir, was knocked back several meters.
Sleipnir's iron hooves dug into the ground, leaving two deep, straight trenches. Sparks exploded, leaving the area scorched.
"Mortal, state your name!"
Odin, both shocked and furious, his molten gold eye on his cold iron face, showed clear signs of rage.
"Shadow Emperor, Uesugi Koeru!"
As the dust settled, an elderly figure wearing a colorful short-sleeve shirt and beach shorts appeared. His muscles were well-defined, covered in gray scales.
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