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

At first, it was just a blurry shadow, like a thick blob of ink swirling in mid-air.

But soon, the shadow took shape.

Shoulders, back, head.

The shadow's outline continued to expand. From ten meters, to a hundred meters, to a thousand meters, it finally settled at a height that Ignatius had to look up at.

Great and imposing.

He couldn't find any other word to describe it.

The figure formed from endless black mist stood between heaven and earth, its head hidden in the depths of the night sky, and its torso flowing with countless strange patterns.

Each line resembles a half-open eye, coldly watching him.

And in the center of that towering figure, at the chest.

There was a relatively bright area where the boy was suspended, looking down at him.

The boy was clearly very small.

But when people looked at him, it felt as if the weight of countless mountains was pressing down on him.

At this suffocating moment.

The boy spoke softly, and the silent surroundings finally broke into sound.

The sound didn't seem to come from the boy's mouth; it came from all directions at the same time.

It came from the black mist, from the air, from the sky, from the ground, and even from the very bones of Ignatius himself.

Every syllable struck his soul.

"Weren't you being very arrogant just now? Why aren't you being arrogant now?"

Ignatius did not answer, not because he did not want to, but because he could not.

He wanted to express his anger.

This is to tell this human that the Dragon King's Court will not let this go.

I wanted to tell him that killing the three Dragon Kings was tantamount to declaring war on the entire royal court.

I wanted to tell him about the arrival of that divine messenger.

All living beings on this planet will pay the price for what happened today.

But it was no use; he couldn't make a sound.

He couldn't utter a single word.

"It seems you've lost your voice."

Gu Xu looked at the giant dragon beneath his feet and chuckled softly, "Alright, then I'll tell you, and you'll listen."

"The country you're in is called the Kingdom of Yalong, right?"

"Invading someone else's dimension, slaughtering their people, burning down their cities. It felt pretty good when you were doing it, didn't it?"

Beneath Ignatius's scales, an indescribable emotion was churning.

He wanted to argue.

After all, in the logic of the Yalong Kingdom, conquering lower planes is a matter of course.

The strong prey on the weak; this is an ironclad law of the universe.

The purpose of the existence of inferior races is to provide nourishment and resources for superior races.

What's there to criticize?

But he still couldn't make a sound.

"I have a problem."

Gu Xu continued, his tone now tinged with shock: "If others treat me with respect, I'll treat them with even greater respect. But if anyone touches something I care about..."

"Then you must die."

The boy paused for a moment after saying this.

Ignatius noticed that the light on the chest of that towering figure had brightened slightly.

The boy's eyes shone like two cold stars in that light.

"So... since you enjoy invading others so much, I can assure you that this applies to both your own kingdom and your descendants."

Even everything you cherish.

"I'll make it all disappear."

Every word Gu Xu uttered was like a nail driven into Ignatius's consciousness.

His dragon body trembled violently for a moment.

If I hadn't met this boy...

Anyone who dares to say such things to him will face certain death.

After all, he possessed sufficient power.

But now everything is different.

His strength was nowhere near that of the boy before him.

However, what terrified him even more was...

He had no doubt that the boy in front of him was just bluffing and making threats.

He truly has this intention, and he truly has the ability to do so!

It was precisely for this reason that Gu Xu's words made Ignatius feel despair.

He is not afraid of death.

Dragons have lived for tens of thousands of years and have long since become indifferent to death.

But what about the Yalong Royal Court?

What about his people?

What about those young dragons who are still waiting for his triumphant return in the royal court?

If this human keeps their word...

In Ignatius's vertical pupils, anger and fear intertwined.

He desperately tried to break free of his restraints, to roar, to fight.

They wanted to use every last bit of strength to bite off a piece of the other person's flesh.

But he couldn't move.

In this world made of black mist, there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, a source-level dragon appeared.

It looked no different from the fish on the cutting board.

Gu Xu didn't say anything more, after all, he had said everything he needed to say.

The next moment, he slowly raised his right hand.

The movements were casual.

But this casual action caused a change in the world.

The towering figure behind him, formed from endless black mist, moved.

The towering, enormous silhouette and the eerie patterns flowing across its torso simultaneously lit up.

Countless half-open eyes opened to their fullest extent at the same moment.

Then, a tentacle extended from the shoulder of that towering figure. Without hesitation, without gathering power, without any unnecessary movements.

It pierced straight towards Ignatius's dragon body.

The speed was so fast that Ignatius's vertical pupils didn't even have time to contract.

"Pfft—!"

The tentacles pierced through the center of Ignatius's chest and emerged from his back.

The moment it pierced through, crimson dragon blood gushed from the wound, drawing a shocking arc in the night sky.

The sound of scales shattering was clearly audible, like someone smashing a glass wall with a hammer.

Ignatius's dragon body suddenly stiffened.

The 700-meter-long body remained suspended in mid-air for less than half a second.

The crimson vertical pupils suddenly dilated, and the flames within them were extinguished in that instant.

He looked down at the huge hole in his chest.

His Dragon Flame Heart is gone.

That flame, which had burned for tens of thousands of years, the source of power, and the symbol of pride, was swallowed whole by that giant mouth full of sharp teeth the moment it was pierced by the tentacles.

At that moment, Ignatius truly understood what death meant.

But before that...

He never imagined that death would taste like this.

For some reason, Ignatius felt the life force within him constantly draining away.

I suddenly felt like laughing.

He thought it was all utterly absurd.

Because, as powerful as he was, he ultimately died on a lowly planet that he looked down upon.

He died at the hands of a human boy, without even a chance to fight back.

However, before his consciousness completely dissipated, one last thought flashed through Ignatius's mind.

I am unwilling, truly unwilling.

It's not because I'm going to die.

It was because he hadn't even figured out the other party's background, hadn't thrown a single punch, and didn't even know the boy's name.

He died so haphazardly.

Ignatius's vertical pupils completely lost their luster.

The next moment, the tentacles suddenly contracted.

"boom--!"

The enormous dragon body exploded instantly under the strangulation of the tentacles.

Scales, bones, flesh, and internal organs.

Everything was turned into a cloud of blood mist at that moment.

Crimson blood mist permeated the night sky, mixing with the pitch-black fog and slowly spreading in the night breeze.