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

A burst of light exploded between the two, and a white-hot shockwave swept across the entire hall.

The jade shattered, the dome shook, and the luminous pearls on the walls exploded into dust.

The light dissipated.

Chu Zihang took a few steps back, still holding the village rain in his hand.

But he had open wounds all over his body.

Furthermore, Chu Zihang had a deep wound on his chest that ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right rib, with blood gushing out like a waterfall.

Orochi's scythe was intact, and he seemed to still be savoring the power of that strike.

Everyone saw that Orochi had burn marks on his neck.

Orochi tilted his head, his golden vertical pupils staring at Chu Zihang's unwavering golden eyes.

"You're not bad."

Orochi seemed to have accepted Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang grasped Cun Yu's hand, the wound on his chest aggravating the pain.

He maintained his standing posture through sheer willpower.

Orochi's fighting skills were simply not something a dragon could possess.

Perhaps only ancient human generals who have spent hundreds or thousands of years on the battlefield could possess such chilling killing intent and skills.

At the other end of the hall, Shen Jue finally set up his energy weapon once again.

"My teammates are waiting for me to recharge," Shen Jue said with a smile.

"What are you waiting for?"

The energy weapon's barrel is engraved with a gold matrix, and the light from when it's fully charged converges at the muzzle.

Shen Jue aimed at Orochi's head.

The trigger is pulled.

The energy beam pierced through the air, carrying enough power to melt all matter on Earth, and shot towards Orochi.

Shen Jue still had that faint smile on his face, as if victory was in his grasp.

Orochi's heart skipped a beat, but he still casually swung his scythe.

A black arc of light cleaved through the energy beam, splitting everything in its path.

Shen Jue instinctively used his energy weapon to block the black arc of light.

The energy weapon fell to the ground, its barrel neatly broken in two.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei was still kneeling on the ground.

His vision was swaying.

Fingel lay in a pool of blood.

Caesar was embedded in the stone pillar.

Chu Zihang's chest wound was still bleeding.

Shen Jue was struck by the black arc of light and fell to the ground, striking the same defeated pose as Yamcha from Dragon Ball.

Orochi turned his head, his golden vertical pupils looking at Lu Mingfei.

Dragon blood screamed in Lu Mingfei's veins.

His consciousness began to fade.

The main hall disappeared.

The pool of blood disappeared.

Orochi's figure also disappeared.

He stood in a boundless white space.

Beneath his feet lay the smooth, mirror-like surface of water, reflecting his image.

But that shadow wasn't him.

Shadow was a boy wearing a black suit and a bow tie, with a mischievous smile on his face.

That boy was Lu Mingze.

"elder brother."

Lu Mingze tilted his head, smiled, and said to him, "Long time no see."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"You encountered a Dragon King who seemed to be a damaged first-generation species on your first direct confrontation with the Dragon Clan?" Lu Mingze took a step forward, and ripples spread across the water beneath his feet.

"How does it feel? Isn't it exciting?"

"I......"

"That thing outside is very powerful for you right now."

Lu Mingze pointed behind him, and the image of the main hall appeared in the void. Orochi was walking step by step toward Lu Mingfei, who was kneeling on the ground.

"He is incomplete, newly restored, and weak."

"But killing a few of you will be enough."

The premise is that Shen Jue, who was lying on the ground, stopped pretending to be dead.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingze sighed.

"What do you want to say?" Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse.

"I want to say..."

Lu Mingze's smile slowly widened, and something ancient and crazy burned in his golden pupils.

"Do you want power and strength, brother?"

Do you want to protect everything you have now?

"The older brother who changed your life, the senior you met at Kassel College, and that trembling woman."

The water began to boil.

White steam rose from beneath his feet, and Lu Mingze stood in the mist, his smile unchanged.

"You know the price."

"One-quarter".

Lu Mingfei looked up.

His voice stopped trembling.

"Give me."

Lu Mingze's golden pupils lit up.

He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers appearing and disappearing in the mist.

"Brother, give me your hand."

Lu Mingfei grasped that hand, and the white space shattered.

The next second, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes.

He is still in the main hall.

Orochi was walking towards him, his scythe dragging on the ground, carving a deep furrow.

One step, two steps.

Orochi stopped.

His golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

Lu Mingfei stood up, his burning eyes blazing with an inextinguishable golden flame.

Orochi gripped his sickle tightly.

"What are you?"

Orochi had barely finished speaking.

Lu Mingfei made a move.

No one saw how he moved.

Chu Zihang only saw a blur before Lu Mingfei appeared in front of Orochi.

The village rain had somehow ended up in Lu Mingfei's hands.

The blade swept upwards from bottom to top, leaving a curved black trail.

Orochi parried with his scythe.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing shattered the remaining glazed tiles on the roof.

Orochi took a step back.

This was the first time he had retreated.

An expression of disbelief appeared in those golden vertical pupils.

Lu Mingfei gave him no time to catch his breath, and instead swung his Murasame Strike towards Orochi.

His every strike was extremely simple, yet each strike forced Orochi to retreat.

Until Orochi's back slammed into the wall of the main hall.

Orochi opened his mouth, and an ancient language resounded from deep within his throat.

That was the power of Orochi's words, the power of creation that Shen Jue forcibly stuffed into his creation.

The air began to distort.

Then Lu Mingfei spoke.

He only said one word.

The word was short and soft, like a sigh.

But with just that one word, Orochi's chanting came to an abrupt halt.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A look of satisfaction finally appeared in his vertical pupils.

Orochi's power of words has been disabled.

Lu Mingfei raised the village rain.

The blade was aimed at Orochi's heart.

"Dragon that thirsts for battle, please fall back into slumber," Lu Mingfei said.

Orochi's vertical pupils ignited.

Murasame pierced Orochi's heart.

Orochi gripped the blade of Murasame with both hands, trying to push the sword away.

Dragon blood gushed from Orochi's palm and dripped down the blade.

Lu Mingfei looked into Yuan Lüzhi's eyes and pressed his gaze again.

"Go to sleep."

The blade pierced Orochi's heart.

Orochi's body began to disintegrate, and black particles peeled off his body surface like ashes blown away by the wind.

"The strong, the taste of defeat is so bitter."

Orochi let out a final sigh.

He turned into black ashes that drifted through the hall and then gradually dissipated into the air.

It was as if he had never been there.

Shen Jue, who was lying on the ground in the Yamcha pose, quietly withdrew the power that had annihilated Orochi.

Murasame's knife tip was embedded in the jade ground.

Lu Mingfei loosened the hilt of his knife and turned around.

Chu Zihang was leaning against the broken stone pillar, blood still seeping from the wound on his chest.

He struggled to support himself as he looked at Lu Mingfei.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Chu Zihang didn't ask anything.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything.

With the disappearance of Orochi, the main hall, which was in ruins due to the fierce battle.

An incredible change has occurred!

At the bottom of the dried-up pool, the jade slab cracked.

It felt like something was pushing upwards from below.

A stone slab was overturned.

A tiny head peeked out from the dark crack.

It's round and fluffy, with a cute little face.

The pair of black bean-like eyes on her face blinked.

Then she called out.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, like someone was kneading a ball of cotton candy.

The dried-up pool seemed to have been turned on, and countless quacking penguins emerged from the ground.

Each one is only the size of an adult's fist, with a round body covered in a layer of silvery-gray down, and short wings that are almost invisible. They waddle as they walk.

They smell wonderful.

It smells like freshly baked bread.

The little penguins surged out of the pool, over the jade floor, and towards everyone present.

"what?"

"What is it?"

Old Tang, who was still reeling from Lu Mingfei's outburst, stared in disbelief.