He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He took a step forward.

The ground exploded when that step was taken.

It wasn't an ordinary explosion—the ground within a 20-meter radius of him collapsed, and the rubble was thrown into the air, only to be held in place by some force and suspended in mid-air.

Patterns began to appear on his body—not the golden patterns like Yun Nian's, but black ones, climbing up his neck, across his chin, cheeks, and forehead, converging at his brow to form a twisted symbol.

His height hasn't changed, but his aura has.

The air became thick, making it difficult to breathe, and even the moonlight seemed to be dimmed.

The clone sensed that pressure—its scales tightened, its bone spikes trembled, and for the first time, something that could be called "alertness" appeared in its dark golden pupils.

Su Muzhe raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, aiming them at the clone.

A tiny black light appeared at my fingertip, like the last embers of a extinguished cigarette.

Then the black light exploded.

It wasn't an explosion, it was radiation.

A black beam of light shot out from Su Muzhe's fingertip, as thick as a telephone pole, and moved much faster than sound.

The clone didn't have time to dodge—it could only cross its arms in front of its chest, cross its claws, and cover them with layers of scales, like a shield.

The moment the black light struck, the clone's arms shattered.

Scales, muscles, and bones were all vaporized the moment they came into contact, leaving not even a trace.

The black light pierced through its arms, through its chest, and out through its back, striking the building behind it.

A six-story residential building was struck by a black light, splitting in the middle. The upper half slid down and crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The clone stood in place, its arms gone, with a hole the size of a washbasin in its chest, the edges charred black, like burnt paper.

It looked down at the hole, then looked up at Su Muzhe.

Then its body began to regenerate—arms grew from its shoulder joints, muscles grew from the edge of its chest, at half the speed of before, but it didn't stop.

Su Muzhe looked at it and frowned.

"Is it still growing?"

He took a step forward.

The clone took a step back.

It's not fear, it's the need for time—regeneration takes time, and time requires distance.

Su Muzhe took another step forward.

The clone took another step back.

It retreated to the front of a crumbling wall, but couldn't retreat any further.

Su Muzhe raised his hand, and the black light at his fingertips shone again.

The clone looked down at its still-healing arm, then glanced at the crumbling wall behind it, and then did one thing—it did not regenerate.

It concentrates all the regenerative energy in its legs.

Muscle fibers grew from the thigh bone, becoming three times thicker and doubling in density. The knee joint deformed, transforming from a human structure into one more suitable for projectile launch.

Its body began to swell, from 2.8 meters to 3.5 meters, and from 3.5 meters to 4.5 meters.

The scales changed from silvery-white to dark gold, each one the size of a palm, with edges as sharp as knives.

Its face was no longer human—its snout protruded, its teeth turned outward, and a pair of curved horns grew from the top of its head, like a legendary dragon.

Five meters high.

The size of a building.

It looked down at Su Muzhe at its feet, opened its mouth, and a golden light shone from deep within its throat.

Dragon's breath.

Su Muzhe looked at the dragon above his head and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"That's more like it."

He lowered his raised hand and instead placed both hands on the ground, palms pressed against the gravel.

Black lines spread out from his palm, burrowing into the ground like tree roots, and cracks extended outward from the edges of the lines for hundreds of meters.

"field."

Su Muzhe's voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, as low as thunder, "Shatter."

The ground within a 200-meter radius of him collapsed.

It didn't collapse, it shattered—the concrete shattered into fist-sized stones, the stones into sand, and the sand into powder.

Buildings collapsed one after another, like dominoes.

A six-story residential building, a four-story shopping mall, a three-story supermarket, and a seven-story office building were all reduced to ruins within ten seconds.

The clone stood in the center of the collapse, with no ground beneath its feet. It used its dragon claws to insert itself into a building that had not yet completely collapsed, and hung there.

Its dragon breath was still gathering, and the light in its throat grew brighter and brighter until it could be seen leaking out from the gaps in its scales.

Su Muzhe stood on the ruins, looking up at them.

"vomit."

He said.

The clone vomited.

A golden beam of light, as thick as a truck, shot out from its mouth. The temperature was so high that the air itself seemed to be burning. Wherever the beam passed, the rubble was vaporized, leaving not even ash behind.

The beam of light blasted straight at Su Muzhe.

Su Muzhe did not dodge.

He raised his hands from the ground and crossed them in front of him.

Black lines spread from the palm to the arm, from the arm to the shoulder, and wove into a shield on the chest.

The moment the beam of light struck the black shield, the entire night sky was illuminated.

The shockwave spread outwards, flattening all the remaining buildings within a 500-meter radius.

The ground trembled, the air burned, the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the moonlight shone straight down, shining on the dragon hanging on the ruined building and on Su Muzhe.

The dragon's breath lasted for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, the light in the clone's mouth went out, and its body shrank back, from four and a half meters to three meters, and from three meters to one and a half meters. Its scales fell off one by one, like autumn leaves.

It fell from the ruined building, crashing into the rubble and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Su Muzhe stood there, the black lines on his arm still there, but they were half as faint as before.

His chest was rising and falling—he was breathing for the first time.

He looked down at his clone in the rubble. It had shrunk back to the size of a normal person and was lying there with most of its scales broken. Its right arm was gone, its left leg was gone, and there were three holes in its chest.

But its eyes were still open—dark gold, empty, without pupils.

It is still regenerating.

A section of bone grows from the shoulder joint, muscle fibers grow from the bone, and skin grows from the muscles.

It moved as slowly as a snail, but it didn't stop.

Su Muzhe stared at the growing bone fragment and remained silent for three seconds.

"What the hell are you?"

The clone did not answer.

Its eyes were still on Su Muzhe, or rather, on the building behind Su Muzhe—the B4 floor of Shenchuang Company, and the glowing girl.

Su Muzhe followed its gaze and looked back.

The window on floor B4 is broken, but you can still see the golden light inside from the outside. It's dimmer than before, but it's still there.

He turned back and looked at the clone's arm, which was only half-grown.

"Just for her?"

The clone remained silent.

Its arms are still growing, from the elbow to the wrist, and from the wrist to the fingers.

It's too slow, but it's growing.

Su Muzhe raised his foot and stepped on the clone's chest.

It's not about crushing, it's about pressing down.

The sole of the foot pressed down on its regenerating chest, making it unable to breathe, stopping its blood flow, and slowing down its regeneration rate to a minimum.

"You just stay here and watch," he said.

"Watch how I kill her."

He turned and walked towards B4.

The clone's hand reached out from the rubble and grabbed his ankle.

Only three fingers had grown out; the other two were still bone stubs. But it was gripping, gripping very tightly, so tightly that the bone stubs pierced through Su Muzhe's trouser leg and embedded themselves in his skin.

Su Muzhe looked down at the hand, neither kicking it away nor speaking, but simply watching.

That hand was shaking, from the fingers to the wrist, and from the wrist to the elbow.

It's not fear, it's the limit—its energy has been used up, its regeneration has reached its limit, but it's still trying.

"How many lives do you have left to stop me?"

Su Muzhe asked.

The clone did not answer.

It can't speak.

It was just an arm that had been severed from the main body and infused with the command to protect.

No consciousness, no emotion, no fear—only one command:

Hold on.

Su Muzhe raised his other foot and stepped on that hand.

Bone fragments broke, fingers were shattered, and elbows were fractured.

He crushed it, turning the hand into a pile of minced meat.

Then he turned around and continued walking towards B4.

He stepped through the hole in the wall and came in.

The lobby of B4 was a mess—the control panel was broken, the ceiling was cracked, and the floor was covered with rubble and dust.

But the chair is still there, and the person in the chair is still there.

Yun Nian sat there, the golden light on her body completely gone, her skin returned to its normal color, and the light between her brows also went out.