Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 636 Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

That power, originating from the same source yet far more violent and pure, sent shivers down the Silver Dragon King's spine. In a flash, the elemental power around her surged once more, and countless seven-colored chains, highly compressed and condensed from the basic elements, appeared out of thin air. Like living serpents, they carried the power of laws of confinement and restraint, layer upon layer, coiling and descending upon Mu Xing, attempting to control her, even if only for a fleeting moment.

However, something despairing happened. The elemental chains, powerful enough to easily bind even a god-level expert, had absolutely no effect on Mu Xing. The power of law contained in the chains quietly disintegrated and vanished when they touched the flowing golden patterns on her body, preventing her from even slightly weakening the grip of her dragon claws on the Silver Dragon King's neck.

At the same time, a layer of flames, seemingly formed from condensed blood, ignited on the dragon claws that Mu Xing was using to firmly hold down the Silver Dragon King. This blood flame was not scorching hot, but rather carried a chilling and corrosive quality that penetrated to the bone marrow. As soon as it appeared, it spread rapidly and stained the silver scales near the Silver Dragon King's neck.

Like a red-hot iron branding ice, the beautiful scales on the Silver Dragon King's body, touched by the blood flames, quickly lost their luster, turning charred and carbonized, even emitting faint crackling sounds. The intense pain caused the Silver Dragon King to let out a suppressed roar. She struggled and twisted desperately, trying to escape the burning blood flames, while simultaneously radiating a layer of silvery light in resistance. This light contained pure divine power, attempting to dispel or isolate the eerie flames.

Above them, the air began to fluctuate violently, its colors shifting until it coalesced into a dazzling seven-colored vortex, swirling and churning. But this seven-colored light did not stabilize; soon, two more dazzling and majestic lights emerged: a brilliant gold and a pure white-gold. The nine-colored halos intertwined in the air, radiating a suffocating pressure.

What terrified the Silver Dragon King even more was that the familiar yet abhorrent aura contained within the blood flames triggered a relapse of her old wounds. The wound on her chest and abdomen, which had been inflicted by the Asura God and had yet to fully heal, now seemed to be torn open again under the erosion of the blood flames, causing excruciating pain.

"How could you possess the power of the Asura God?!" She would never mistake this aura that she loathed.

Before she finished speaking, the color of the leaping blood flames suddenly changed, transforming from an eerie crimson to a deeper and more violent dark purple.

What nearly brought her to a standstill was that the elemental chains that had bound Mu Xing, attempting to strangle her but failing, had left some fine scratches on her dragon body. But at that moment, those scratches were gently brushed away by a vibrant, warm, and gentle emerald-green divine light, instantly restoring them to their original state without leaving a trace.

Asura, destruction, life...

The Silver Dragon King was completely unable to make sense of what had happened. Although she had lost most of her important memories, she still remembered the divine power that Mu Xing had displayed in turn, which clearly came from the original God Kings.

"What about that Asura God?" she asked almost instinctively, her voice trembling.

"He's dead." Mu Xing's answer was concise. Even if half of his soul was still sealed in the Forbidden Land of Gods, he was not far from death. The God of Destruction would not allow Tang San any chance of turning the tables.

Her dragon tail nimbly reached into the distorted void beside her, unleashing a giant sword that exuded an aura of endless slaughter and judgment.

Asura Blood Sword!
Mu Xing drew the divine weapon that had once brought the Silver Dragon King endless pain and fear, hovering it before her, the tip almost touching her lips. The Silver Dragon King's eyes widened; of course she recognized this sword! It belonged to the God of Asura. Not long ago, when Tang San came to her seeking cooperation, attempting to coerce and entice her, he had wielded this sword to intimidate her and negotiate terms. And in her even more distant memories, it was this very Asura Sword that left her with indelible scars and shadows that remained to this day.

"How did you do that? It's impossible with your power... Could it be that you..." The Silver Dragon King once again displayed her astonishing wisdom, filling in the blanks with her own imagination, her purple eyes filled with self-righteous insight and disdain, "You've sided with the God Realm?! You scum of the dragon race!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, causing Mu Xing to pause slightly, and even the other gods present were stunned. Ilex, who was helping Ji Dong stabilize his injuries not far away, couldn't help but pause, almost failing to restore Ji Dong's just-stabilized health bar.

Before the Silver Dragon King could finish speaking, a dragon claw gleaming with crimson-gold light slammed down on her chin with the force of a thunderbolt.

This attack did not originate from Mu Xing's original consciousness. The moment the Silver Dragon King uttered the words "traitor to the dragon race," an even more violent and primal will erupted from Mu Xing's body, forcibly taking over her control of her body.

The Silver Dragon King's head was violently turned to one side by the claw. The terrifying power of the claw contained extreme crushing properties, causing a fine crack to appear on her cheekbone. Her soul seemed to tremble under this blow.

She painfully raised her head and looked into those dragon eyes so close to hers.

The previously majestic and solemn golden vertical pupils had now completely transformed into a fiery reddish-gold, as if molten gold were flowing within them. In those reddish-gold pupils, there was no longer any trace of Mu Xing's playfulness, only the purest, most violent, and most insane desire for destruction, mixed with a cold and greedy gaze as if looking at prey.

Looking into those eyes, feeling the terrifying aura that originated from the same source yet was completely opposite, as if it wanted to completely devour her, the Silver Dragon King felt cold all over. It was her blood relative with whom she had been separated since birth, one of them destined to devour the other to be whole...

"Ah... this... defecting to the God Realm?" But what shocked and left Ji Dong even more speechless than the Golden Dragon King's sudden change of identity was the Silver Dragon King's earth-shattering imagination and accusations.

Meanwhile, within the Divine Realm Committee, Ji Dong sat upright, but his gaze couldn't help but steal glances at the Goddess of Life beside him, whose expression had clearly turned quite unpleasant.

"Fortunately, Destruction is away on a long trip and won't be back for a while..." Otherwise, he might have personally descended to the mortal realm to join this brawl.

At least the remaining members of the Divine Realm Council all know perfectly well that it was the Dragon God who entrusted Shepherd Star, who was still a dragon egg, to the Goddess of Life. The Silver Dragon King's words not only smeared the two God-Kings of Destruction and Life, but also slapped the Dragon God in the face.

I was actually worried about being labeled a feminist when I was writing the book, but I never expected the protagonist, Lao Xing, to be portrayed as a spoiled wife, simply because she outsourced the murders and arson to Lao Di instead of doing it herself. They even called Lao Xing a Ninja Turtle! Good heavens! Have those readers ever heard the saying, "When you're weak, your rage is adorable"? Isn't that how dragons see humans?