Zhutian Panlong: They've all become gods, and they're only just joining the chat group.

At the foot of Mount Fuji, led by Richard, the two quickly found the main gate. Xia Mi activated Nibelungen, as she was an expert in dealing with Nibelungen.

Once inside, they discovered there were already people there?

"Huh? Someone's here?" Xia Mi asked, puzzled.

"Who do we have here? You must be Herzog, right? I just don't know if it's the real Herzog or a clone," Richard said, looking at the leader opposite him.

The group of people opposite them were already agitated by the arrival of the two.

After Richard uttered the name Herzog, the old man opposite him narrowed his eyes even more and ordered, "Kill them."

"Oh, so you're Herzog, you ugly old man? That's not surprising then," Xia Mi said, seemingly unconcerned about the person rushing towards her.

"Idiot, Herzog isn't even ready yet. What's he doing here? Isn't he afraid of reviving the White King's remains?" Richard slapped his forehead and said. Xia Mi only has a superficial understanding of the plot; she's never bothered to delve into it, has she?

"That guy must have notified him." Xia Mi casually waved her hand, burying these people directly into the ground.

He then casually beckoned Herzog over and asked, "Old man, am I right?"

"Who exactly are you?" Herzog didn't answer, only kept asking. The mysterious man only said that someone was targeting the White King, but didn't say that the person was this powerful.

"Never mind, I won't ask anymore. It's not important anyway." Xia Mi waved again, sending Herzog off to join the group from before.

"Your manipulation of the earth is becoming more and more skillful," Richard said. The Xia Mi of before certainly couldn't have done it so effortlessly and without leaving a trace. With a wave of his hand, those people were buried hundreds of meters underground, and they were buried separately.

"Of course." Xia Mi said without any politeness. She had already leveled up twice. If she couldn't even do this, then all her leveling up would have been for nothing.

"Alright, the White King's remains are right there. Let's go. Better safe than sorry," Richard said, pointing to the enormous dragon corpse ahead. The dragon corpse was already showing signs of resurrection and was becoming increasingly active.

Xia Mi didn't waste any time. She wanted to revive? Here you go. She took out the Dragon Bone Cross and began to devour it. With Richard by her side, she wasn't worried about safety at all.

Richard then wondered if there was a refined weapon inside the white dragon's corpse? It seemed to be the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, one of the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan?

I casually found a long, white, jade-like sword at the dragon's tail. I have to say, the White King's remains were the ugliest dragon I had ever seen. It no longer resembled a dragon; it looked more like a giant monster. No wonder the Japanese called it the Yamata no Orochi (Eight-Headed Serpent).

Well, he's just an incomplete White King to begin with, so there's no need to be too harsh on him.

As for the Kusanagi Sword, Richard casually flicked the blade, and immediately heard a clear sword sound echoing nearby.

It's sharp enough that it's barely usable.

He then put the Kusanagi Sword aside and continued to study alchemy-related knowledge in his mind.

Meanwhile, after Herzog's death, Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Snake Clan and the King of the Demon Clan, died suddenly, shocking the leaders of both factions.

Then, like stirring up a hornet's nest, the whole of Tokyo was in an uproar.

Under the covert guidance of the little devil's group, several forces arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji by chance.

Richard looked at the crowd outside Nibelungen and thought that the little devil was really restless, always causing trouble or on his way to cause trouble.

If it weren't for that guy's trickery, he would have eaten the Heavenly Cloud Sword.

Forget it, these guys can't get in for now. Let Xia Mi deal with them herself after she absorbs the White King.

Richard initially ignored it, but the group from Kassel College were so determined to slay the dragon that they actually managed to open up Nibelungen, revealing the entire city.

He was utterly exasperated. He hadn't received any benefits from Bai Wang, so why was he being forced to do so much work?

A simple magic circle can be set up to protect Xia Mi, and even a holy domain wouldn't be able to break through it.

He used to be a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts. Originally, he only wanted to use magic to understand the laws of nature, but he never expected to cultivate to the Saint Realm and become a dual-elemental mage of feng shui.

He then walked out the door, and looking at the three groups of people, he couldn't help but complain, "The Snake Clan and the Demon Clan didn't actually fight? I must be sorry for you guys. And Kassel College, you guys are everywhere, do you have to put in so much effort?"

"Everyone, let's make a deal. How about you go back to where you came from?" Although the voice wasn't loud, strangely enough, everyone who was some distance away could hear it clearly.

Looking at the young Chinese man in front of me, I saw that he didn't have the signature golden eyes, which meant he wasn't using incantations.

Alchemy? The elderly man from the Kassel College side judged this, and he rushed over as soon as he heard the news of the Dragon King.

"May I ask which dragon king you are?" Angers asked.

"The Dragon King? I'm not, the one inside is." Richard shrugged indifferently.

"Well then, young man, how about making way?" Angers asked casually.

"No, old man, you're already so old. Wouldn't it be better for you to go back and enjoy your retirement?" Richard said helplessly.

"Hey, you guys are chatting? I'm asking you, is the death of the patriarch related to you?" asked one of the members of the Snake Clan who was at the front.

"The patriarch? Who is that? Tachibana Masamune? Dead? Oh, no wonder you were lured here." Richard suddenly realized.

He then looked at the demons and asked, "What about you? The King is dead too, right? Tachibana Munemasa is dead, he probably can't be alive."

"What do you mean?" asked Genji, the leader of the demons.

Seeing that there were stories to hear, the Kassel College, led by Angers, quieted down.

"What do you mean? They were originally one person. Or rather, the two people you saw were fakes. The real one died here, so the fake one naturally couldn't survive either," Richard said, making a startling statement.

"Oh, so the patriarch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the king of the Demon Clan are the same person? Interesting." Angers really hadn't expected to hear such shocking news. It seemed that Japanese hybrids also had many hidden stories. He almost didn't want to interrupt this guy, but alas…

He looked up at the enormous door; the interior was eerily silent, as if a terrifying force were lurking within, ready to devour everything. Their time was running out.

"Brother, make way. I'll definitely sit down and listen to your story once I'm done with my business." The Ong-Tropical man stepped forward.

"Tsk, I guess I'm not good at talking." Richard casually made a stroke, leaving a clear mark on the ground.

"Stop! Anyone who crosses the line will be killed or injured."

"Oh, you're quite confident, young man," Angers said, his eyes turning golden, and then he appeared in front of Richard as if by teleportation, slashing at him swiftly with his folding knife.

Richard drew his sword, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, and returned the blow. Angers flew backward and disappeared without a trace; whether he was dead or alive was unknown.

Anyway, he believed he had held back. Hmm, probably only at the current level of the Dragon King, around the peak of the Saint Realm.

"Principal!" The people of Kassel College could hardly believe that their principal, who was considered invincible among the mixed-race, hadn't even been able to catch a single sword strike from his opponent.

You dare say you're not the Dragon King? That's utterly shameless.

Enraged, the people from Kassel College attacked, and members of the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan also joined the fray.

Since that's the case, Richard won't care whether he intervened or not. Anyway, all three factions have made moves, so taking a sword strike isn't unjustified.

He casually swung his sword a few times, cleaving through the incoming alchemical bullets and simultaneously cutting down everyone on the other side. He wouldn't show any special favors based on their strength; if they could live, they lived; if not, they died.

He looked up at the sky and knew someone was watching him. In modern society, there are no secrets under the sun.

Those monitoring remotely via satellite gasped in astonishment. Was this the Dragon King? So powerful. The various factions almost immediately reached a consensus: they couldn't afford to offend him.

This is on a completely different level from the dragons that have emerged before. The dragon kings recorded in previous documents weren't this powerful either. Could the records have been altered?

"Boss, this is too much, I can't handle it." In an unknown conference room, looking at the screen, Mai Shude shook her head, determined not to take on any missions related to this person, even if it meant her death.

The little devil fell silent. He had no idea that Jormungandr had such a formidable figure by his side. There was no such person among the Dragon Kings, and he'd never even considered a second-generation or hybrid. What on earth was this thing?

Could it be that the Black King has been resurrected? But after that traitor is resurrected, he will only devour these dragon kings and join forces with Jormungandr? He even gave other dragon kings to Jormungandr to devour? It can't be that Nidhogg has gone crazy and wants to be a doting father, right? This joke is too funny.

The Peruvian Party's side immediately turned pale. Everyone knew that Kassel College was backed by them. Now, after being beaten so badly, they didn't even dare to retaliate. Did the Peruvian Party have no shame?