Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 131 The White King and the Silver Dragon King (4K)

When Biji and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion finally arrived at the bronze cross, Mo Yuan was already waiting there. Following closely behind, Xiong Jun and the other two mustered their courage and rushed over. They wanted to launch an attack to save Di Tian, ​​but Di Tian forced them back with a single look.

He gazed at Mo Yuan before him—no, to be precise, at the enraged emperor within the Sea of ​​Spirit. At that moment, Nidhogg was also looking down at this usurper who had overstepped his authority.

Di Tian lowered his head, abandoning all his pride and entrusting his life to the king's decision. Before the Black King, even a god must do the same.

Mo Yuan extended his dragon claw and pressed it onto Di Tian's head. At this moment, with just a slight movement of his hand, this strongest person on the continent would die.

His eyes were calm and still, showing no sign of anger. He didn't care about Di Tian's life or death; he was fine with either living or dying.

Now we'll see what Nidhogg thinks.

On the bronze pillar, Nidhogg calmly looked down at the traitor nailed to the cross before him. He had no intention of forgiveness; in his eyes, no betrayal was forgivable.

Just as Nidhogg was about to be executed, He seemed to sense something, and Mo Yuan, in perfect harmony, looked towards the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest with Him.

The gazes of the man and the dragon seemed to traverse endless time and space, finally settling beside a boundless lake, where another dragon stood.

A silver dragon.

Its entire body was covered in silver dragon scales, the scales were crystal clear, like ice crystals and metal fused together, refracting seven colors of light, and it had silver dragon horns on its head. Its form was elegant but it exuded a terrifying pressure.

The dragon's body is long and sleek, combining power and beauty. Its claws are like cold blades, its tail is like a long whip, and it is surrounded by a seven-colored halo, as if it were composed of the purest elements.

"Silver Dragon King."

"White King".

Two completely different titles were mentioned at the same time. The Silver Dragon King was naturally referred to by Mo Yuan, the transmigrator who had read the original work, while the White King was referred to by Nidhogg.

The jet-black dragon claws gripping the scepter tightened slightly, and its enormous dragon eyes narrowed slightly, revealing no emotion.

The Silver Dragon King, gazing at Mo Yuan from afar, was somewhat surprised. He didn't know how Mo Yuan knew her name, nor did he understand why the Black Emperor would call him by the unfamiliar name 'White King'.

But He knew that Di Tian could not die, and Mo Yuan had to be won over, so He revealed himself.

The Silver Dragon King was quite helpless. He had been awakened since Nidhogg's roar a year ago, and immediately understood that Nidhogg was a god-level black dragon that did not belong to their dragon system.

Upon learning this information, He had only two emotions: joy and deep sorrow. The joy came from the fact that a god-level dragon had appeared after countless years. Although it seemed to be just a phantom, its power was undeniable, as evidenced by the fact that Mo Yuan had defeated Di Tian with only a trace of Nidhogg's power.

Joy stems from Nidhogg's power, and so does sorrow, for while Nidhogg may appear very similar to them, their core and source of power are worlds apart.

The power of words was alright, and He could also control the elements, but what truly terrified Him was the power of alchemy.

Silently, he manipulated time, fate, and space at will, and even possessed many mysterious powers that He could not comprehend.

He even had the illusion that Nidhogg was the true god, while they and even those in the divine realm were just imposters.

Thinking of this, the Silver Dragon King couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The original plan to win over the gods and then launch a counterattack had unexpectedly added so many variables. It was truly unbelievable.

"Your Excellency, I think there is some misunderstanding between us. Perhaps we can sit down and talk to resolve these issues peacefully." The Silver Dragon King's cold and indifferent voice rang out, but it only clearly reached Mo Yuan's ears.

Mo Yuan did not act immediately, but wanted to see what Nidhogg's opinion was, since his power was currently supplied by the Black King.

"What do you mean? Kill or not?"

"Heh, he has overstepped his authority; it's up to you to deal with him," Nidhogg said with a cold laugh, shifting his gaze from the Silver Dragon King.

After saying this, the icy sea and bronze pillars vanished into the heavens and earth, the snow-capped mountains and tombstones reappeared, and His perfect dragon body returned to the foot of the World Tree. Then He closed His eyes and gave an expression that said, "This is your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Tsk tsk tsk, is this a case of being reminded of someone by seeing an object? When I was reading the original work, I even speculated about the Black King's purpose in creating the White King. Now, it seems there might be some hidden reasons behind it...

Mo Yuan found it somewhat amusing. Nidhogg had been furious and wanted to kill Di Tian just moments before, but upon seeing the Silver Dragon King, he changed his mind and even mistook him for the White Dragon King. He didn't believe there wasn't some hidden story between the two dragons.

Of course, these were all just his guesses and shouldn't be taken seriously. Even though Nidhogg no longer interfered with the body's emotions, Mo Yuan still maintained the same attitude as before, with cold eyes and a dignified demeanor.

He casually waved his hand, and the bronze nails and cross vanished into nothingness. Di Tian's enormous body fell from the sky and then transformed back into human form.

Upon seeing this, Biji and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion below immediately caught Di Tian and prepared to heal him, but Di Tian stopped them again.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, and there was a large hole in his right palm, through which one could vaguely see the white bone fragments.

"Submit, or die."

Mo Yuan stood before Di Tian, ​​looking down at this soul beast who stood above Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and even all the human powerhouses, and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Di Tian did not hesitate at all. He knelt down on one knee with a thud, his right hand, which had endured the torture of being nailed to the bone, pressed against his chest, and finally bowed his head to the black-clad emperor before him.

"Your Majesty, I choose to submit. Please forgive my sins. I am willing to follow you forever and atone for my sins with my whole life."

The Silver Dragon King watched all this silently without saying a word, and he was not angry at his subordinates for submitting to others, after all, the hierarchy within the dragon race has always been very strict.

This is how Di Tian should act when facing Nidhogg.

Mo Yuan glanced at Di Tian, ​​who had submitted to him, and then turned his gaze to Bi Ji and the other ferocious beasts, including Xiong Jun, who were standing to the side.

Under the radiance of the golden eyes, apart from the three-eyed golden lion who was stunned, Xiong Jun and the others only hesitated for a moment before they also submitted to the ground like Di Tian and offered up their loyalty.

They are fierce and ruthless, not stupid. Even the Emperor Tian could only kneel and submit. If they tried to resist again, they would probably be nailed to a cross the next second.

Anyway, they all knew that Nidhogg was a god-level powerhouse.
Kneeling before the gods is not shameful.

"Very good, remember the oath you made."

With that, Mo Yuan gently flapped his wings, and the scales once again emitted the clanging sound of bronze instruments, as the power of alchemy was unleashed invisibly.

Under the astonished gazes of the Silver Dragon King and all the ferocious beasts, the shattered earth was instantly restored, the charred and withered trees sprouted tender new branches, the dark clouds dispersed and the lightning disappeared, the sun shone on the land again, and even the wounds on Di Tian's hands that were originally unhealable were restored to their original state.

It was as if the apocalyptic scene just now was merely a dream, illusory and ethereal.

"Time reversed..."

The Silver Dragon King couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. This was simply a miracle. Moreover, she had a vague feeling that this was not Mo Yuan's limit. If possible, even restarting the entire world would not be a problem.

Sometimes, even Mo Yuan, who had learned a great deal about alchemy, had to admit that while he had almost reached the pinnacle of Word Magic, he was still a toddler when it came to alchemy. Having finished this, Mo Yuan prepared to head to the Lake of Life in the core area to see the ancient chieftain. Di Tian, ​​whose injuries had healed, followed closely behind, like an inseparable bodyguard to an emperor.
As Mo Yuan passed the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, he paused slightly, startling the auspicious beast, which immediately retreated and hid behind Bi Ji.

Mo Yuan glanced at the auspicious beast, the source of this incident, but didn't bother with her. He was quite indifferent; after all, it was Nidhogg who was angry. On the contrary, he took this opportunity to experience the power of a monarch.

But in the eyes of the auspicious beast, the one looking at it now is not Mo Yuan, but Nidhogg, who is swimming in the River of Destiny!

Then, under her horrified gaze, Nidhogg revealed a mocking smile, emitting a hoarse and eerie chuckle, before extending his dragon claw and gently picking out two threads from the River of Fate and entwining them together.

One belongs to Mo Yuan, and the other belongs to her.

The mythical beast's brain instantly went blank. What was going on? Was my fate forever intertwined with that human before me?

If that's the case, doesn't that mean I'll never be able to get rid of the black dragon in front of me for the rest of my life?

"no, do not want!"

The auspicious beast immediately burst into tears in Bi Ji's arms, thrashing about wildly. The dramatic change in its behavior left Di Tian and Xiong Jun dumbfounded.

Could it be that the auspicious beast was frightened to tears by Mo Yuan?
What terrible thing did she see this time? Or is Nidhogg scaring her again?
Mo Yuan thought to himself, and then he simply reached out and touched the head of the three-eyed golden lion. After an invisible spatial fluctuation, everyone present was transferred to the shore of the Lake of Life.

"Lord."

Upon seeing the Silver Dragon Queen standing beside the Lake of Life, Di Tian immediately knelt down and respectfully greeted her, his face filled with regret. He knew that it was his arrogance that had brought so much trouble to the Silver Dragon Queen.

At this moment, the remaining two ferocious beasts, Zi Ji and Yao Ling, also appeared. Zi Ji was a stunningly beautiful woman with purple hair whose appearance was almost comparable to Bi Ji. She had a heroic temperament, wore black and purple armor, and her true form was an abyssal demon dragon, ranking ninth among the ten ferocious beasts.

The demon spirit was also a young man dressed in a gray robe. His true form was unknown, but Mo Yuan guessed that his true form was most likely a mink-type soul beast, primarily possessing spiritual attributes.

Zi Ji and Yao Ling both knew what had just happened, so when they saw Mo Yuan, they both knelt down and offered their loyalty.

Among them, Zi Ji's change was the most dramatic. Di Tian's cultivation was too high, so he was not suppressed by the Black King's bloodline even without Nidhogg's intervention, but Zi Ji was not.

In her eyes, the oppressive feeling that Mo Yuan brought her at this moment was even more terrifying than that of the Silver Dragon King. Therefore, apart from Di Tian, ​​he was the person here who was most willing to submit.

Looking closely at the Silver Dragon King before him, Mo Yuan suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't know if it was because the dragon blood in his body exceeded the human blood, or because of the influence of Nidhogg's spirit, but he actually felt that the Silver Dragon King in its dragon form was quite beautiful and still had its charm.

The two stared at each other for a long time without either of them speaking first. It wasn't that the Silver Dragon King was deliberately showing off; it was simply that it was the first time she had met another dragon and she didn't know what to say.

"How about we go below the Lake of Life and talk in detail?" In the end, it was the Silver Dragon King who broke the silence.

"can."

Mo Yuan said that it didn't matter where they talked, since the entire Douluo Continent had been sealed off by him using alchemy, and even if a certain God King with a harpoon were to spy on them, he wouldn't be able to see anything.

"it is good."

The Silver Dragon King nodded, then led everyone to the bottom of the Lake of Life. After passing through a special spatial barrier, a unique space appeared before their eyes.

Is this the place that Tianmeng Ice Silkworm least wants to return to...? Mo Yuan looked around the place, but as soon as he looked back at the Silver Dragon King in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted almost imperceptibly.

The beautiful silver dragon that had once stood before them had vanished, replaced by an absolutely stunningly beautiful woman.

Her features were exquisitely perfect, her skin was fair and translucent, as if sculpted from ice and snow, yet she carried a hint of coldness. Her long, silver hair, reaching her ankles, cascaded down her back, flowing smoothly like a waterfall, shimmering faintly in the light.

Her pupils were a rare purple, as deep as the starry sky, and when she gazed at them, it seemed as if they could devour her soul. She had a tall and slender figure, combining the lightness of a young girl with the majesty of a queen. When she stood still, she was like the moon reflected in a cold pool. She wore a silver dress, the material of which was neither gauze nor silk, with fine dragon scale-like patterns on the surface that flowed with the changing light.

"plz follow me."

After saying this, the Silver Dragon King led the now-comprehending Mo Yuan into the deepest part of this space, where there was a huge ice bed that emitted a bone-chilling cold, even surpassing the Ice Emperor's ultimate ice.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the Silver Dragon King sent two ice crystal thrones rising from the ground amidst a flurry of frost and snow. Their facets refracted a rainbow of light, resembling twin epiphyllum flowers blooming on the ice plains.

"please."

After Mo Yuan took his seat, the Silver Dragon King gently lifted her skirt and sat opposite him. The cold mist condensed into tiny ice crystals on her silver eyelashes, and the starlight flowing through her hair almost fell into Mo Yuan's golden eyes.

"Di Tian was very offensive just now."

Her fingertips tapped out cracks in the ice on the armrest of the throne, her voice as soft as snow falling into a cold pool.
"I hope you will understand."

The Silver Dragon King gazed silently at Mo Yuan's golden eyes, the only ones visible outside the exoskeleton mask, as if looking at him, or perhaps at Nidhogg within the sea of ​​spirit.

Mo Yuan's black wings cast menacing shadows on the ice, and a cold, metallic laugh emanated from beneath his skeletal mask. His dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
"Forget the formalities, what you should be asking is—"

"How to extinguish the king's anger."

The space suddenly fell into dead silence.

The dragon scale patterns in the Silver Dragon King's hair gleamed with an eerie light. His spiritual power transformed into thousands of ice spikes that hovered at the edge of Mo Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, but they instantly vaporized upon touching the ball of black flames. Nidhogg's roar floated in the rising mist.

"Your dragon bloodline..." The reverse scale on the side of her neck twitched slightly, and her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "From which plane does it come?"

"Origin? Ha, I think you're starting from the wrong point. I'm the one who should be asking the question."

Black wings unfurled, stirring up a hurricane, and the phantom of the Black King Nidhogg appeared behind Mo Yuan.

"How many dragons does the Soul Beast race plan to use to quell the Supreme's wrath?"

The galaxy flowing in the Silver Dragon King's pupils suddenly froze, her clenched fist in her sleeve unfurled its fine dragon scales, yet a cold, frost-like smile appeared on her face.

"As you command."

Mo Yuan sat upright on the ice crystal throne, his sharp dragon claws gently tapping the armrests, while the black wings on his back rubbed against the ice, creating intricate patterns.

His expression was indifferent, his golden eyes radiating imperial majesty. He then raised his right hand, his fingertips tracing through the air, his sharp claws pointing at the stunning woman before him.

"you."

"Or rather, the entire soul beast race."

(End of this chapter)