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Clang—!

That wasn't the sound of wind; it was the explosive roar of the Black Gold Ancient Blade clashing against the dragon scales, so crisp it felt like tearing your eardrums.

The noise was like someone banging a gong hard next to your ear, making your skull ring.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Now my teeth are aching and my brain feels like it's been thrown into a washing machine and turned into a paste.

I really want to cover my ears, squat down, and dry heave.

Smoke billowed and gravel flew everywhere.

A massive dragon claw, powerful enough to crush a tank, was pressed firmly against the rock wall less than ten centimeters from Jiang Han's forehead.

The rock face cracked like tofu, revealing several deep ravines that were shocking to behold.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Jiang Han held the knife in one hand, the blade wedged between the dragon claw's fingers, sparks flying everywhere.

His bones creaked in protest from the shockwave, and a sweet taste rose in his throat as he forced back a mouthful of blood.

The knife! The impact tore his hand, his thumb twitched, and half of his arm went numb and lost all feeling.

Jiang Han's eyes widened in disbelief, and the veins on his forehead throbbed so hard they almost popped out.

The feeling of being pinned against the wall by death was so painful that chills ran down his spine.

Fortunately.

Bet right.

That beast didn't kill him.

Or rather, it withdrew its power at the last moment.

Huff—huff—

A wheezing sound, like a broken bellows, came from above.

A strong, suffocating stench of corpses, mixed with a strange, exotic fragrance, assaulted Jiang Han's face.

The smell was too strong, with a corrosive, highly acidic quality.

sizzle.

White smoke rose from Jiang Han's windbreaker, and a stinging pain, like being pricked by needles, shot through his skin.

That's not breathing, that's clearly spewing poison gas!

The stench shot straight into Jiang Han's brain through his nostrils, stinging his eyes and blurring his vision with a bloody haze.

This is a hundred times more disgusting than falling into a latrine. Just smelling it makes you feel like hair is growing in your lungs. It's so disgusting that it makes you want to vomit.

"What? You can't bear to kill me?"

Jiang Han suddenly thrust his knee forward, using the force to slide out through the gap in the dragon's claws, and then held the Black Gold Ancient Blade horizontally in front of his chest.

He reached behind him and pinched his inner thigh hard. The excruciating pain instantly brought his vacant golden eyes to life.

He took the opportunity to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and made his eyes look fierce, just like a wild wolf driven to the brink of despair.

He looked up, his golden eyes shining frighteningly bright in the dim dust.

At this moment, most of the smoke and dust have dissipated.

The so-called real dragon was finally fully exposed to the public eye.

It's not some colorful mythical beast at all.

This is a complete monster!

Its scales had a deathly blackish-gold hue, like rusted iron armor.

The gaps between the scales were filled with rotting seaweed and... skulls.

Those are the souls that have died under its claws over countless years.

Half of its face was rotten away, revealing its stark white gums and still twitching dark red muscles.

Several broken bronze chains were wrapped around the unicorn horn, making a rattling, deathly sound as it moved.

How can this be considered an auspicious beast?

These are demons that crawled out of hell!

It's a Blackwater Corpse Dragon!

The menacing aura that swept over us was even more biting than the northwest wind in the dead of winter, stinging our skin.

The surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up by the monster's body, making it so eerie that it sent chills down one's spine.

This scene is amazing; it would be great for filming Sadako.

The surroundings had the atmosphere of a mass grave full of corpses, and even the breaths exhaled sounded like cats meowing, except for the lack of a well.

Sizzle... sizzle...

Just then, the live streaming device on Jiang Han's chest suddenly flashed a few red lights.

The signal, miraculously, recovered a faint image despite the intense magnetic field interference.

Although the screen was filled with static and the sound was intermittent.

But this was enough to cause an uproar among the billions of viewers who were waiting in front of the black screen.

In front of the computer screen, countless people flipped over from their chairs, not even bothering to wipe the cola spilled all over the keyboard.

They all stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit a duck egg.

It was so frightened that it made a "crack" sound in its throat and couldn't even blow its whistle for help.

"It moved! The image moved!"

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?!"

"Jiang Shen isn't dead! He's still standing!"

"Ugh—this dragon looks disgusting! This is like Resident Evil!"

"It's going to eat someone! Its drool is dripping onto Jiang Shen's head!"

A student who was secretly watching the live stream was so startled that he pierced his notebook with his pen.

My legs are cramping, and I want to stand up and run, but I find that I can't muster any strength at all.

A sudden heat rose in his crotch; he had been so terrified by the horrific scene that he had wet himself, and the stench instantly filled the air.

The surrounding classmates exclaimed "Eh!"

......

The Blackwater Corpse Dragon paid no attention to the shimmering little box.

Its huge, turbid eyes, burning with ghostly flames, stared intently at Jiang Han.

To be precise, it was staring at the backpack in Jiang Han's hand that was still dripping blood.

Being stared at by this thing sent a chill down my spine and straight to the back of my head.

"Gurgle..."

Suddenly, a muffled swallowing sound came from its abyss-like throat.

The sound was so loud that it caused the surrounding gravel to fall down with a "crash".

The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point, so quiet that even Jiang Han's own heartbeat sounded like thunder.

Followed by.

A purple, forked tongue covered in barbs, like a venomous snake, suddenly shot out of its mouth, frantically searching for scents in the air.

It is greedy.

It is yearning.

But its body was trembling, filled with fear.

Jiang Han keenly noticed this.

What is it afraid of?

Afraid of myself? Impossible.

Afraid of Qilin blood? Somewhat, but not enough to make it stop in its hunger.

What it fears is...

Jiang Han's gaze fell on the backpack in his left hand.

There are two things inside.

The Imperial Seal of the State is so hard that even cracking walnuts with it would be too difficult.

It was the same "Black Water Dragon King's Reverse Scale" that he had been rewarded by the system before, but he had never figured out how to use.

"Oh."

Jiang Han sneered and suddenly did something crazy.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

The boots made a crisp cracking sound as they stepped on the gravel.

In the dark, silent underground cave, the sharp sound was even more piercing than thunder.

The ground beneath my feet was slippery.

It was covered in corpse oil and moss that had accumulated over hundreds of years. Stepping on it felt like stepping on rotten fat, which was disgusting and made people feel nauseous.

He calmly flicked the dust off his trousers, then slowly plunged the black gold ancient sword into the rock with a muffled thud.

He twisted his neck left and right, producing a crackling sound like popping beans.

They seemed to completely disregard the monster in front of them.

"want to?"

Jiang Han reached into his backpack with one hand and grabbed the cold, icy jade seal.

Suddenly raise it above your head!

hum!

On the jade seal, where a corner was missing and inlaid with gold, a dim golden light suddenly flashed.

By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous!

This is the majesty of the Emperor, a vital instrument for suppressing all demons and monsters!

"roar--!"

The Blackwater Corpse Dragon seemed to have been branded with a red-hot iron, and its huge head suddenly shrank back.

Its massive body crashed into the rock wall, sending boulders tumbling down in a shower.

The greed in its eyes was instantly replaced by fear, and a low growl came from its throat, like a vicious dog being threatened by its owner with a stick.

"Scared?"

Jiang Han's lips curled into a wicked smile, the veins on his arms bulging, and the Qilin tattoo was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"If you're scared, shut your mouth!"

"If you dare spit on me again, I'll smash all your teeth in with a brick!"