Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue blinked.

Principal Angers, who had just pulled out his folding knife, felt a deep sense of dread.

"Dear Principal Angers"

Shen Jue said casually.

His tone was calm, yet it made Angers question the meaning of life.

"Doesn't your Word of Power consume mana while it's active?"

Shen Jue was not affected by the Word of Power: Time Zero.

He moved freely within the realm of time zero.

Seeing Shen Jue's indifferent expression, Angers remained expressionless and simply put away his folding knife.

The realm of Time Zero has been removed.

Water droplets fall and shatter into finer mist upon hitting the ground.

Gulls flapped their wings and cried out as they swept over the top of the dam.

The sound of the wind rushed back into my ears, carrying a damp chill.

"What a monster," Principal Angers remarked, his voice tinged with slight emotion.

Why can't Time Zero affect you?

"Ha." Shen Jue put down his suitcase, leaned against the railing, and casually draped his shoulders over it.

"The so-called power of words is a derivative of authority."

"The power of words contained in the bloodline of hybrids is inherited from the first generation of Dragon Kings."

"Dragon Kings do not need specific words to use when they use incantations; they are simply displaying the outward manifestation of their power."

"The Word of Power of Hybrids is effective against dragons that are above the first generation."

"You possess authority over the realm of time; surely you must surpass me?"

Shen Jue gave an explanation that sent a chill down Ang Re's spine, who had been expressionless.

"In other words..." Angers said, his throat dry.

"That's right, I am the humanoid Dragon King whose dragon bloodline far surpasses that of the first generation."

"It's still in its complete form."

"Principal Angers, if you want to kill me..."

"I need to use the Time Spirit to slow down time, and then use the folding knife to unleash a slash with the power of 9,999 consecutive nuclear bomb explosions."

"I've already come up with a name for that move for you."

Shen Jue laughed and said, "Let's call it the Tsar Brigade of 19,999!"

Principal Angers clearly lost his composure; having a blood feud with the dragons, Angers failed to grasp Shen Jue's joke.

His eyes narrowed, and he was about to unleash Time Zero when he noticed Shen Jue's lips move slightly.

"I said, please stop for now."

A golden chain appeared out of thin air and bound Principal Angers tightly.

Shen Jue combed his resolute hair with his hand and stepped onto the sky above the Three Gorges Dam.

Under the horrified gaze of the principal of Angers, he separated his hands.

Phantom Breath Technique: Gravity Manipulation Activated.

The river water surged towards both banks, as if two invisible giant hands reached down from the sky and forcibly tore this great river, which had been flowing for millions of years, apart.

The waves roared, the water mist shot into the sky, and the sunlight pierced through the churning mist, creating a rainbow that spanned the two banks of the river.

Principal Angers was bound to the spot by golden chains and could not move.

This leader of the secret society, an avenger who has lived for over a century, could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded before his eyes.

Those things that he could not understand even after a lifetime of learning.

The river water is still parting.

It's like being completely separated from the middle by an invisible wall.

The cross-section is so smooth it's breathtaking; hundreds of millions of tons of water are suspended on both sides, revealing a riverbed that hasn't seen the light of day for thousands of years.

The fish in the water swam frantically on the cross-section, some of them unable to turn around in time and fell directly off the edge of the water wall, splashing and thrashing on the wet silt.

However, Angers' attention was no longer on these things at all.

His gaze passed over the exposed riverbed, over the reefs and shipwrecks that had slumbered for countless years, and into the deeper depths.

There, directly beneath this mighty river, an ancient city is slowly emerging.

The city walls, built of bluestone, are covered with traces of algae and shellfish. The three seal characters "Baidi City" can still be faintly seen on the city gate tower. Although it has been eroded by the river for thousands of years, it still exudes a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

That's not Baidi City, where Liu Bei is said to have entrusted his son to Zhuge Liang.

The Baidi City, located on Baidi Mountain at the entrance of Qutang Gorge, has long been a popular tourist attraction.

The city before us, submerged underwater, is far larger than that one, and its walls are even more peculiar in design.

"Could this be..." Principal Angers' voice was hoarse.

The Three Gorges Dam has indeed submerged many historical sites, but this city in front of us is definitely not one of them.

How could such a large city, submerged at the bottom of the river, have never been discovered during every survey of hydrological exploration, satellite remote sensing, and water conservancy projects?

Unless it never existed in the world as we know it.

Shen Jue stood in mid-air, looking down at the ancient city.

The river breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and his face wore an unreadable expression.

It was a faint, almost tender gaze.

"This is a city built by the Dragon King." Shen Jue's voice clearly reached Angers' ears, drowning out the roar of the water walls on both sides.

"The White Emperor City that fell into the river."

"A Nibelungen."

"The dragon civilization has been dormant for so long; it's their own fault."

The golden chains emitted a soft humming sound.

Principal Angers felt the forces binding him loosen slightly, but he did not struggle, nor did he even entertain the thought of struggling.

Because he suddenly discovered something that chilled him to the bone.

He looked down at his hands, those calloused hands that had held a folding knife for a whole century, and they were trembling slightly.

A deep-seated hatred, ingrained in his bones and blood, resonating with every cell of his being, was now boiling over like never before.

Angers was all too familiar with this feeling; every time he faced a pure-blooded dragon up close, the dragon genes dormant in his blood would stir in this way.

That's an instinctive reaction when encountering someone of the same kind; it's a mutual connection between bloodlines.

But this time, the intensity of this sensation far exceeded any previous one.

Standing in the air, Shen Jue exuded an aura like a giant vortex, stirring up the meager amount of dragon blood within him.

And below Shen Jue, deep within the sunken White Emperor City.

An ancient, pure aura slumbers, like a silent volcano, ready to erupt with devastating power at any moment.

"The Dragon King slumbers here." Shen Jue slowly descended, landing on the exposed riverbed. His shoes left no trace on the mud.

"Possessing ancient alchemical knowledge, surrounded by dragon-blooded undead."

"The power of words protects this Nibelungen, allowing it to sleep peacefully in this world for so many years."

Principal Angers was pulled down to Shen Jue's side by golden chains.

"Don't worry about satellite imaging. No one will be able to observe this location during this period," Shen Jue said softly.

"What exactly do you want to do, Shen Jue?" Angers asked with difficulty.

"To regain world domination? To destroy human civilization?"

"Huh?" Shen Jue asked in surprise.

"Why are you so gloomy, Principal Angren?"

Shen Jue replied with a smile, "I just wanted to use Baidi City to open a dungeon."

"After all, I'm not some kind of devil."