Naobito Zenin turned and ran!
Projection Sorcery!
Naobito exerted all his strength.
He was currently in the zone of Black Flash, and everything around him seemed to become his aid.
His perception expanded to the limit; he could even perceive the screams in the Zenin clan's underground training ground from here.
That was originally supposed to be an absolutely safe place where nothing on the surface could trouble the elderly and weak underground, but now the vibration of the earth had triggered a chain reaction, and the underground training ground was teetering on the edge of collapse.
We can't fight here!
Naobito realized this.
His feet were like the wind, his Projection Sorcery seemingly advancing to a new level.
As he ran, he kept his body extremely low, his forehead almost touching the ground.
The air currents kicked up by his swinging hands were like a storm; he had never run so fast before, moving like a bolt of lightning.
Sure enough, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the rumbling of thunder.
A dragon appeared above him.
The dragon's lower body pulled itself out from underground.
This mythical creature ascended into the sky in a gravity-defying manner, casting a deeper shadow from the dark night.
The lightning flash should have illuminated "All Things Severed" in the night, but at this moment, the Divine Dragon's shadow blocked the light of the lightning, making the night sky even darker, the abyss deeper, and returning the world to a state of absolute darkness.
The Divine Dragon's claws lightly touched the ground, and with a roar that echoed through heaven and earth, the entire ground seemed to heave.
The originally flat Zenin clan compound behind Naobito was now a ruin.
Massive stones flew randomly through the sky, and the decorative rockeries and trees were swept up like rags.
A water feature tapped gently in mid-air due to changes in air pressure, but its elegant sound could never be heard, for heaven and earth were howling with the Divine Dragon's wrath.
The King of Spirits of the millennium, born of the Soul, reigned over the world with a natural, majestic posture.
Naobito ran with all his might—faster, and faster still!
In the past, whenever his speed exceeded a certain limit, he would stop his Projection Sorcery because his reflexes and calculation power could no longer keep up with the acceleration.
But now, he mastered it with ease.
The transcendent state granted to him after the Black Flash pushed his Projection Sorcery to a peak he had never before reached.
He was like a lonely runner; natural disasters followed in his wake, yet they could never keep up with his speed.
In an instant, he was far away from the Zenin residence.
Now, Naobito was worried about only one thing—
—At my current speed, even if the King of Curses turns into a Divine Dragon, he won't be able to reach me.
Will he change his strategy and use the underground training ground...
...to threaten me with the weak and elderly, forcing me to hold back my hands and feet while fighting him?
Carrying such concerns, he specifically added a backward-turning motion to his Projection Sorcery presets to judge the Divine Dragon's actions, preventing a situation where he couldn't follow in time due to his preset movements if the dragon turned back.
Then, he saw a pair of massive heterochromatic eyes flickering in the nighttime rainstorm.
Those heterochromatic eyes stared fixedly at him.
Inside the dragon's mouth, a high-concentration aggregate of Cursed Energy was gathering—it was a breath attack.
Although light was already flashing deep in its throat, the dragon did not fire.
The dragon was predicting his preset movements; as soon as the dragon figured them out, the breath would surely descend from the sky, killing him in one hit with wide-area destructive power.
There was no weakness in those heterochromatic eyes.
Threatening him with the weak and elderly to make him hold back?
Don't be ridiculous!
What those heterochromatic eyes spoke of was dominance—the dominance of one who rules heaven and earth and looks down upon the world!
The word 'threat' didn't even exist in its heart, for to such a great creature, the very idea of a 'threat' was a form of weakness!
Yes, how could such a great creature have such weak thoughts?
Naobito's Cursed Energy and blood boiled simultaneously.
Was the reason the dragon came here simply to exterminate the Zenin clan?
No, this was a trial, a declaration.
A trial to overcome oneself, and a declaration of its emergence into the world; born of the Soul, it should naturally overawe everything under heaven.
In no other moment had Naobito understood the dragon so well—understood its thoughts and pride, its solemnity and holiness.
Naobito's heart suddenly throbbed violently.
He unconsciously exhaled, and surprisingly, a wave of heat came out.
No, that wasn't a heatwave; it was Cursed Energy.
Because Cursed Energy was circulating at high speed through his limbs and bones, his body heated up, almost igniting visible flames.
His blood and Cursed Energy burned together.
Good, excellent, that's how it should be, it must be this way!
Naobito thought: 'This... is intense enough!'
Wait?
Did I... say that out loud?
Suddenly, a majestic light flashed in the dark night—the Dragon's Breath!
A high-concentration Cursed Energy shell was spat out from deep within the dragon's throat.
The rain between heaven and earth evaporated instantly upon contact with the light.
The flash of lightning paled in comparison to this light.
The massive light fell before Naobito and crashed down!