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His speed skyrocketed to 512 times. The world seemed to stand still in his eyes, the air frozen, as if every step required the utmost effort. This was the trump card he had reserved for "that person," but today he had to use it prematurely.

He only has one chance to strike, and it must be a fatal blow.

The blade was aimed directly at the Golden Dragon King. Inuyama He was confident that no humanoid creature could stop this strike, and he could even cut through dragons.

However, just as the blade was about to touch the Golden Dragon King's neck, a sudden scene caused Inuyama He's pupils to shrink sharply.

At that moment, the Golden Dragon King turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

How could that be? He's using 512x speed right now.

"how..."

Before Inuyama He could even utter a cry of alarm, the Golden Dragon King's right hand shot out at a speed imperceptible even at 512 times the normal speed, grabbing his head and slamming it violently onto the marble floor. The marble shattered, and blood seeped into the cracks. Inuyama He's body convulsed, his fate unknown.

Yang Yi didn't even glance at him the whole time, and kept walking steadily forward.

Chapter 66 Herzog, I see you!

Tachibana Masamune stood in the monitoring room, his face grim. On the monitor in front of him, Yang Yi and the Golden Dragon King traversed the headquarters building of the Snake Clan, all defenses appearing as if they were nonexistent before them. Even the powerful Inuyama He fell in a single exchange.

Herzog, who was controlling Tachibana Masamune, also began to feel uneasy. The power of these two uninvited guests made him think of the perfect being he longed to become.

"Combatants, proceed immediately!" Tachibana Masamune ordered. "Use all available weapons and stop them at all costs!"

Subsequently, a large number of mixed-race and ordinary security personnel dressed in combat uniforms rushed towards Yang Yi and his companion from all directions.

They carried every weapon they could get their hands on, from Japanese longswords to Gatling guns and rocket launchers—basically, everything usable. Someone even dug out two mortars from the collection room.

The Golden Dragon King glanced disdainfully at the insects before him, his expression indifferent. Then, he lightly grasped at the air with his right hand, as if holding the air itself in his hand.

Then, with a sudden tug, the entire building shook violently. The charging hybrids and security guards instantly lost their balance and fell to the ground.

One of the old mortars exploded directly, and screams could be heard all around.

Yang Yi ignored the insects, casually patted his clothes, and continued walking forward.

In the monitoring room, cold sweat streamed down Tachibana Masamune's face. He stared at the two monsters on the screen; they hadn't even chanted or used any special abilities, yet they displayed strength far exceeding that of a royal-level hybrid.

“These two are definitely dragons, at least second-generation species,” Herzog guessed.

Then, Masamune Tachibana pressed a red button and commanded, "Release all test subjects!"

As a series of glaring red alerts sounded, the doors to the special isolation zone on the middle floor of the building slowly opened, and a large amount of water gushed out.

Then a large number of snake-like dead servants emerged from the gaps, writhing their deformed, patchwork-like bodies and emitting unbearable roars.

These snake-like dead servants are the result of years of secret experiments conducted by the Hebi family.

"Lead them upstairs!" Tachibana Masamune ordered his subordinates as he entered the safe house. The heavy metal security door slowly closed.

The Golden Dragon King and Yang Yi saw these serpentine undead in the hall on the next floor. Their upper bodies were human-shaped, but their lower bodies were twisted snake tails. Their skin was bluish-gray, and their eyes gleamed with a blood-red golden light.

They tumbled and surged out from the entrances around them, intertwining and wriggling forward.

Looking at the disgusting undead before him, the Golden Dragon King's eyes flashed with golden light, and then a gigantic dragon phantom, seemingly blotting out the sky, appeared in the void behind him. Boundless dragon might spread out, the air instantly solidified, all sound vanished, and the surrounding environment seemed to fade.

"roll!"

A single, simple word, yet it contained an undeniable, supreme authority. All the serpentine undead simultaneously ceased their movements, trembling, their golden eyes dimming. Some of the weaker undead even died on the spot, while the rest, carrying the corpses of their fallen comrades, quickly made way.

Some Dead Servants who couldn't escape in time were still blocking the way. With a wave of his hand, the Golden Dragon King caused these pathetic creations to explode, turning into ashes that slowly dissipated into the air.

Inside the safe house, Tachibana Masamune stared at the monitor screen, his expression turning to despair. Then, when he realized that Yang Yi and the other man were heading in the same direction as where he was hiding, a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

"They know I'm here!"

Herzog, the mastermind behind it all, quickly made a decision: Tachibana Masamune's identity was already doomed, but he could still be used before his death. He would arrange for Masamune to "heroically sacrifice himself" in front of everyone, announcing before his death that he had secretly groomed a successor.

Then, he could conveniently arrange for one of his 'brothers' to become the new head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. He could then assume a different identity to continue controlling the Snake-Headed Eight Families, and the plan could still proceed.

As for their identities, I will begin to investigate them after some time has passed.

As Yang Yi and the Golden Dragon King stepped into the hall, they saw Tachibana Masamune kneeling in the center, appearing calm and collected, as if facing death without fear. Behind him stood some core members of the Snake Clan, each with a sorrowful expression, their eyes filled with rage as they looked at Yang Yi and his companions.

The hall was deliberately dimmed by Tachibana Masamune, and several flickering candles sat beside him. This was a solemn atmosphere he had intentionally created.

Tachibana Masamune slowly raised his head, a fake smile on his face, his eyes flashing with a feigned "fearlessness": "I presume you two have come to see me today. I don't know what misunderstanding exists between us, but you may kill or torture me, it's up to you." His voice did not tremble at all, "However, please spare these innocent people. And Erii... she's just a child, I hope you two will not harm her."

These words brought tears to the eyes of those behind him, who wept uncontrollably. Several young members even rushed forward, glaring at Yang Yi and shouting, "We are willing to die for our patriarch!"

With a crisp sound of swords being drawn, everyone pointed their sword tips at Yang Yi and the Golden Dragon King.

"All of you, step back!" Tachibana Masamune stood up, his face filled with sorrow as he stopped the crowd. Holding an exquisite samurai sword, he slowly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and presented the sword with both hands, as if to hand it to Yang Yi.

"Please use my life to ensure their safety." He bowed his head, adopting a posture of heroic sacrifice, which would definitely deceive anyone who didn't know him.

Just by looking at the group of people behind him who seemed ready to rush up and tear Yang Yi and the Golden Dragon King's papers to shreds, you can tell just how good Herzog's acting skills are.

Looking at the clown in front of him, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh, "He's such a kind person; he even invited people to watch his performance before he died."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Yi suddenly clapped, his voice particularly jarring in the tragic atmosphere, "Your acting is really good! I won't watch any Hollywood blockbusters without you in them from now on."

He then abruptly stopped clapping, his tone turning icy. "You agree, don't you, Herzog!"

The last four words exploded in Tachibana Masamune's ears, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

Tachibana Masamune was startled, his pupils contracting, but he quickly regained his composure and asked in confusion, "What did you say, sir? I don't understand. Who is Herzog? It sounds like a foreigner's name."

Yang Yi was too lazy to say anything more to the puppet, so he grabbed Tachibana Masamune by the neck and lifted him up.

Tachibana Masamune's feet dangled in the air, his face flushed instantly, and he forcefully slapped Yang Yi's wrists with both hands.

Then, a clear light flashed in Yang Yi's eyes as he began to probe Herzog's location.

"Master!" Upon seeing this, the members of the Snake Clan behind him could no longer contain themselves and all drew their swords and rushed forward.

"Insects." The Golden Dragon King sneered, and then his dragon might erupted.

A storm erupted from his body, instantly sweeping across the entire hall. The charging crowd was immediately pinned to the ground, unable to move, like ants pressed down by a human hand. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their throats were churning with labored gasps.

At the same time, a severe headache struck, and some people experienced bleeding from their ears and noses, while others had their eyes rolled back and foam at the mouth. Several even experienced dilated pupils, their fate unknown.

Several people of high bloodline level seemed to have seen some indescribable horror, and their minds collapsed, letting out crazy laughter and strange roars.

Ignoring the wailing of these ants, Yang Yi suddenly turned his head, his gaze locking onto a security camera in the corner not far away. A chilling smile appeared on his face: "I see you."

In the monitoring room, the moment Herzog saw Yang Yi staring directly at the camera, he jumped to his feet. He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately tried to get up and move away. Before he could react, the space in front of him suddenly distorted, and the figures of Yang Yi and the Golden Dragon King appeared before him.

"How is this possible!" Herzog instinctively took a few steps back, about to turn and run away, but found his body frozen in place, unable to move.

He tried to beg for mercy, but found himself unable to make a sound, and then fear filled his face.

At the same time, Herzog's other clones all disappeared into thin air and reappeared in front of Yang Yi, where they were also frozen in place.

Herzog felt real fear and despair.

(Herzog and his clones have all been captured. So, how shall we proceed with this pleasurable torture?)

Chapter 67 Herzog's Tragedy

The Golden Dragon King stared at Herzog before him, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Good lad, today you've finally fallen into my hands."

"I didn't do anything! You must have arrested the wrong person!" Herzog tried to argue.

"It doesn't matter. We're not the police. We don't need evidence, and we don't need your confession. You just need to enjoy the torture that's about to begin." The Golden Dragon King's voice was sinister. "Don't you like using people for experiments? Today, I'm going to let you taste real pain."

Yang Yi's clone raised his hand, and a stream of immortal power condensed at his fingertips. Then, with a gentle flick of his finger, Herzog's soul was divided into dozens of pieces, each carrying a complete consciousness.

He placed these fragments of the soul into each of Herzog's bodies.

"Now, you can receive all the senses of all your clones at the same time."

“Enjoy yourself!”

The excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart caused Herzog to let out a bloodcurdling scream; he nearly died from the agony, but Yang Yi quickly saved his life.

Yang Yi didn't stop. He took out several life gems from the conversion table, then embedded these gems into the flesh and blood of each clone, after which the gems fused with the flesh and blood.

While keeping him alive, they also enhanced his senses.

"Don't worry, you won't die so easily."

"You will live on and remain conscious, and you will be able to enjoy every moment of pain that follows."

Herzog wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but he found himself unable to make a sound; he could only watch and feel.

The Golden Dragon King's clone looked at the many Herzog clones lying on the ground, a smile playing on its lips. It then took most of the clones with it, leaving only two clones in place.

Herzog struggled to stand up, only to find several green-skinned, short but muscular goblins crawling out of the grass beside him, their eyes filled with greed and ferocity, as if they were looking at food.

The Golden Dragon King, who hadn't gone far, flickered with golden light from his finger and shot out, enveloping the goblins. Their eyes suddenly became blank, and then they all stared excitedly at one of the Herzogs.

“I just twisted the senses of all the goblins,” the Golden Dragon King explained, his voice laced with malicious pleasure, “and now in their eyes, you are the perfect xx.”

He then waved his hand, opening a spatial portal that led to a series of dark, damp caves. Inside were various goblins, who quickly captured the two clones and dragged them into the caves.

"No!" the other clones screamed simultaneously, because they shared the same senses and could all guess what was about to happen.

The Golden Dragon King ignored his pleas and turned to the goblin leader. This goblin wore a simple bone crown, held a bone scepter, and had skulls hanging from his waist.

"I'll give you a toy that won't break and a never-ending supply of food."

"I have only one request: don't let them get away."

The goblin leader grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and nodded excitedly.

Sang Biao suddenly appeared beside the Golden Dragon King, his eyes gleaming with a wicked glint: "Your Majesty, I have a suggestion."

The Golden Dragon King raised an eyebrow: "Try saying it."

Sang Biao pointed to a particularly strong goblin with an extremely fanatical gaze and said, "That goblin seems especially excited. Why don't we let Herzog experience his perspective more deeply?"

"That's a good suggestion," the Golden Dragon King grinned, then detached a wisp of soul from Herzog and injected it into the exceptionally excited goblin.

"Now, enjoy it!" The Golden Dragon King looked indifferently at Herzog, who was trying to beg for mercy. "Enjoy this unique double experience."

Then the Golden Dragon King's figure disappeared.

After he disappeared, a large number of goblins rushed at a Herzog, tearing at his clothes. Soon, he let out a desperate scream that echoed through the cave.

On the other side, some goblins took their cutlery and walked toward another Herzog, after which he could no longer even make a sound.