The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Ignatius's gaze then shifted to the enormous crater beside him.

That was the mark left by the spine of God piercing the earth, a bottomless abyss.

The soil around the pit had become vitrified, reflecting an eerie luster as it was washed by the rain.

There are still residual energy waves.

Although nearly twenty minutes had passed, the strong, pungent smell in the air still hadn't dissipated.

When all this information was put together, Ignatius came to a conclusion.

Clos and Olivia were indeed killed.

The next moment, his crimson vertical pupils slowly turned south, toward the direction of the Divine Xia defense line.

Dozens of saints came into view.

These ant-like creatures cowered behind the tattered defensive line.

Some were still injured, and some were breathing unsteadily. In his eyes, these things were not even appetizers.

But it was precisely from the location of these ants that the two dragon kings were killed.

Ignatius did not act immediately.

He simply looked down at the crowd below, his crimson vertical pupils surging with suppressed rage.

The next moment, a voice as loud as thunder boomed again: "Did you do this?"

Just a few words.

But the instant the sound reached their ears, all the saints simultaneously felt as if a giant hand had directly gripped their brains.

"puff--!"

Lu Xingchen was the first to vomit blood, which spilled from the corner of his mouth and flowed down with the rain.

"cough--!"

Zhou Yi knelt down on one knee, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, blood seeping through his fingers.

"Ugh..."

Li Podi's Miao sword clattered to the ground. He covered his head with both hands, the veins in his temples throbbing wildly.

The other saints need no further explanation.

Several of them collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and losing consciousness.

Just one sentence.

Ignatius only asked one question.

It wasn't even an attack. He simply spoke a sentence in a normal volume.

However, the source-level sound wave vibration alone was enough to injure dozens of saints.

This is the difference between the Source level and the Saint level.

Lu Xingchen knelt on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, desperately trying to stay conscious and prevent himself from fainting.

My mouth tasted blood.

Wow! Absolutely amazing!

There was absolutely no possibility of resistance.

But just as all the saints were suffocating under this oppressive feeling—

"Feed him/her?"

A voice drifted from the distant night sky, languid and tinged with obvious impatience.

"Hey, you newcomer up ahead, what's your dog barking about?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on this silent battlefield; every word seemed to be striking everyone's eardrums.

"Do you even know what time it is? Shouting like that in the middle of the night, can't you have any sense of public decency?"

"It's so noisy it's giving me a headache."

Upon hearing these words, the saints on the ground who were still vomiting blood were all stunned.

"Um?"

Ignatius was also taken aback.

The enormous dragon body, seven hundred meters long, slowly turned towards the direction from which the sound came.

Its crimson vertical pupils locked onto the southeastern sky.

Then he saw a scene that confused him.

In the distant night sky, a bridal sedan chair is slowly drifting by.

There were no sedan chair bearers underneath the sedan chair.

All that could be seen were dozens of blurry gray figures supporting the sedan chair.

Those figures had no faces, no physical form, only vague human outlines.

Like a vengeful spirit lingering in the human world.

The sedan curtain was open, and a person was sitting inside.

To be precise, it was a young boy, dressed in clothes that were not much different from those of the ants, who was leaning against the cushions in the sedan chair, his posture extremely casual.

One leg was draped over the edge of the sedan chair, while the other leg was casually bent.

And nestled in his arms was a woman.

The woman, dressed in a blood-red wedding gown and with a red veil covering her face, nestled tightly in the young man's arms.

Like a cat that has found its owner.

The boy had one arm around the woman's waist and the other hand supporting his chin, looking in Ignatius's direction with an extremely displeased expression.

That expression wasn't one of fear or tension.

It means disdain.

Ignatius's vertical pupils fixed on the boy.

The crimson dragon's eyes reflected the pitch-black ghost sedan chair, and the languid humanoid creature inside.

He didn't rush to act because he sensed something was wrong.

Ultimately, the reason lies in the terrifying aura emanating from that seemingly weak humanoid creature.

As a result, a layer of bumps suddenly appeared on the skin beneath his scales.

However, the moment Ignatius saw Gu Xu's full appearance...

His body suddenly froze.

As a source-level fire dragon king, he had not experienced fear for a very long time.

But at this moment, a completely unfamiliar sensation was spreading beneath his scales.

numb.

The kind of numbness that runs from the tailbone all the way to the top of the head.

This puzzled Ignatius.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years.

He has conquered more than a dozen planes and slaughtered countless races.

In his memory, there was only one thing that could trigger this instinctive reaction in him.

That person, sir.

But the problem is...

That great one is still far beyond the stars and could not possibly be on this broken planet.

But now, he is getting it from this human boy.

I felt something similar.

Although it wasn't as exaggerated as that person's.

But the feeling is the same.

It is the same kind of oppression.

So... what exactly is this human child sitting in the ghost sedan chair?

But while Ignatius was still in a daze...

The boy's voice came again.

"No, I'm asking you a question."

Clearly, the boy's tone this time was impatient, and even a little angry.

It's like Ignatius isn't a source-level dragon king capable of destroying a plane.

Instead, it was a jerk neighbor who set off firecrackers downstairs in the middle of the night.

"Are you going to answer me? Are you congenitally deaf, or is your brain not working properly?"

The moment those words were spoken.

The saints on the ground, who were still vomiting blood, were all petrified.

Lu Xingchen forgot to spit out the blood in his mouth.

Zhou Yi almost slipped while supporting himself on the ground.

Everyone had only one thought in their minds—Commander Gu, aren't you overdoing it?

Ignatius's vertical pupils were fixed on the boy in the sedan chair.

In the crimson dragon's eyes, anger and vigilance intertwined.

Was he enraged? Of course he was enraged.

He was the mighty Fire Dragon King, who had conquered beings from more than a dozen planes. When had a human ever spoken to him in such a tone?

But he didn't act impulsively.

Because his instincts told him that the price of impulsiveness could be death.

"Humans, Kross and Olivia, did you kill them?"

Ignatius spoke.

This time, he deliberately lowered the intensity of his voice and did not use a dragon roar to intimidate as before.

Because he was unsure how the other thing would react if he showed aggression.

However, what baffled him again was...

The boy's expression became somewhat subtle upon hearing this.

He glanced at the two dragon corpses on the ground, then at the still-living one in the sky, and nodded: "You mean these two lizards? Yes, I killed them. What's wrong?"

"What? Are you here to take revenge on me?"