Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

Boom!

The dull, loud thud sounded like someone striking a heavy drum thousands of meters underground.

That's a heartbeat.

Just as the Corpse King's withered corpse puppet turned to ashes, the enormous heart, which was connected to the bronze conduit, suddenly contracted.

Immediately following was the spread of an aura of death.

It was so quiet you could hear the "glug" of bubbles bursting beneath the mercury-like surface.

Jiang Han didn't move.

His pupils, now completely turned a lava gold, were fixed on the enormous shadow in the depths of darkness.

That's not the wind.

It's not airflow either.

It was more like a tangible, viscous pressure, carrying the smell of sulfur and blood, that pressed down on it.

[Warning! SSSS-level bio-force field fluctuation detected!]

[WARNING! Target is in an extremely berserk state! Immediate evacuation recommended!]

[Warning! SAN value is dropping rapidly...]

The system's red pop-up windows were frantically scrolling across my retina, so fast they formed a red line.

withdraw?

Jiang Han's lips curled into a cold, hard smile.

Where to retreat?

This is three thousand meters underground.

Above them are millions of tons of rock and pyramids, and below them lies a sea of ​​highly toxic mercury.

and.

I risked my life to find this place, just to bring this old bastard home.

"call--"

In the darkness, two lights came on.

No.

Those are eyes.

Two enormous vertical pupils, each over three meters in diameter, suddenly opened in the darkness.

Unlike the eyes of a living being.

There was no white in the pupil, only countless slowly rotating golden halos, like intricate machinery or ancient runes.

The crimson light instantly illuminated the entire underground cavity.

It woke up.

That colossal creature, perched at the base of the bronze tree, its body pierced by countless chains, had slumbered for three thousand years.

Moved.

"Kara-kara-"

That was the sound of metal rubbing against bones.

The massive bronze chains were taut, emitting a tooth-grinding groan.

It slowly raised its head.

The enormous head, covered in black and gold scales and studded with barbs and bony horns, emerged from the shadows.

too big.

Its head alone is bigger than a heavy truck.

It looked down at Jiang Han from its high position.

It's like a giant looking at an ant at his feet.

There was no drowsy look in his eyes.

Only tyranny.

Only a madman, imprisoned for three thousand years, who wanted to destroy everything.

The live stream chat completely stopped at that moment.

Everyone forgot to type.

In front of the screen, countless people covered their mouths, their pupils dilating in shock.

What the hell is this?

How could such a thing exist in this world?!

That's not a special effect.

Even through the screen, they could feel the suffocating sensation that seemed to be bursting out of their skin.

"roar--!!!"

The dragon opened its mouth.

That wasn't a yawn.

That was a roar that had been building up for three thousand years.

The sound waves transformed into a tangible storm.

"Bang bang bang!"

The surrounding rock walls shattered instantly.

The mercury-colored sea surface was forcibly pressed down by five meters, stirring up towering silver waves.

Jiang Han stood at the edge of the altar.

The wind howled and whipped at his windbreaker, as if trying to tear him apart.

But he didn't back down an inch.

He didn't even blink.

His feet seemed rooted to the ground, his right hand gripping the black gold ancient sword at his waist.

The blade vibrated wildly in its sheath, emitting a buzzing sound.

That was fear?

No.

That was excitement.

That's the excitement of encountering your own kind, your nemesis, or someone you must conquer!

"It's so noisy."

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes and coldly uttered three words.

The dragon seemed to hear the disdainful whisper.

Its scarlet mechanical pupils suddenly contracted, locking onto Jiang Han.

next second.

The enormous head, accompanied by a foul stench, hurtled towards us like a meteorite!

fast!

too fast!

Its massive body was not at all cumbersome; on the contrary, it was so fast that it left afterimages.

There's no escaping it.

There's no way to hide.

Jiang Han took a deep breath, and instead of drawing his sword, he suddenly ripped open his shirt.

"Sizzle—"

The tattered strips of cloth fluttered in the wind.

His muscular, scarred upper body was revealed.

as well as.

The tattoo that covered his entire back and was burning hot.

A painting of a Qilin treading on fire!

At this moment, the tattoo came to life.

The originally black lines instantly turned into a crimson lava color.

An aura, even more ancient and domineering than that of a dragon, erupted from Jiang Han's seemingly insignificant body.

"Stop right there!"

Jiang Han shouted.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward and pressing his palm down hard on the dragon head that was charging at him!

madman!

That was the only thought in the minds of all the viewers.

How could human strength possibly stop a dragon?

This is like trying to stop a high-speed train with your hand!

however.

A miracle happened.

"boom--!!!"

A dull thud.

There was no bloodshed or carnage.

Beneath Jiang Han's feet, the solid bronze altar shattered instantly, exploding with countless cracks.

His legs were deeply embedded in the ground, his knees bent to their limit.

All the muscles in his body were taut like stone, and his veins were bulging, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

But he blocked it.

The enormous, ferocious dragon head stopped less than ten centimeters in front of his palm.

It stopped.

A hint of surprise flashed in the dragon's savage eyes.

It sensed it.

An aura that sent shivers down its spine.

An aura emanating from the depths of one's blood, from one's homeland, from the man who once rode on its back to conquer the world.

Its enormous nostrils twitched slightly.

"Huff—"

Two plumes of scorching white steam shot out, spraying Jiang Han's face.

It has a sulfurous smell.

It has a rusty smell.

There was also a strong, lingering smell of death.

It smells.

Why does this tiny insect have a scent that makes it want to submit?

Jiang Han did not wipe the drool off her face.

He raised his head, and a flame, more arrogant than that of a dragon, burned in his golden eyes.

He stretched out his hand.

Slowly, little by little, it pressed against the dragon's cold nose.

"Have you smelled enough?"

Jiang Han's voice carried a chilling authority.

"You've had enough of smelling it, now show me properly."

"who I am."

The dragon's body trembled violently.

In those scarlet eyes, a red light began to flicker, like a light bulb with a faulty connection.

The tyranny is receding.

What remains is a deep confusion, and a sense of grievance that transcends time and space...

Yes, I feel wronged.

It's like an old dog that has been abandoned by its owner for a thousand years, suddenly smelling its owner's scent.

"roar......"

It made a low gurgling sound in its throat.

No longer a roar that shatters eardrums.

It was a sob tinged with doubt.

[System notification: Bloodline resonance detected!]

[Target hostility is decreasing...]

The target is attempting to establish a mental connection...

Suddenly, a hoarse, aged sound, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together, echoed in Jiang Han's mind.

"This taste..."

"home......"

"You are... that little brat from the Xuanyuan clan?... And you possess this aura of time?"

Beneath Jiang Han's palm, the cold scales seemed to warm up.

He withdrew his hand and patted the dragon's nose.

It's like filming a disobedient big dog.

"Not too stupid."

Jiang Han took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

But he did not light it.

Because his hands were shaking.

It's not fear.

It's exhaustion.

That last hard-hitting attack had almost exhausted all his strength.

But he couldn't show weakness.

If you show weakness in front of a ferocious beast, you will be torn to pieces.

He must be even more arrogant, more haughty, and more overbearing than it.

"Now that you're awake, stop pretending to be dead."

Jiang Han looked into those enormous eyes and said coldly.

"tell me."

Where did the remnants of the Shang Dynasty go?

"besides."

"Who locked you here as a watchdog?"

These questions pierced the dragon's mind like knives.

The dragon's body convulsed violently.

It suddenly raised its head and looked up at the huge bronze divine tree above it.

Two lines of black, bloody tears flowed from those eyes.

"The Yin-Shang Dynasty...?"

It let out a mournful laugh, which shook the entire cave, causing debris to fall.

"It's long gone..."

"They were all...eaten up by...that eye in the sky..."