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

"Did you finish it all?"

Jiang Han held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

These three words were even more jarring than the dragon's roar just now.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Shang Dynasty, bringing with them the pinnacle of Chinese bronze civilization, crossed the ocean to arrive here.

They were all eaten?

"Who ate it?"

Jiang Han's voice was cold, as cold as a knife pulled from an ice cellar.

The dragon did not answer immediately.

It slowly moved its massive body, and the bronze tubes inserted into its back were pulled as it moved, making a "plop plop" sound.

Green liquid seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground and emitting wisps of white smoke.

That's its blood.

It's also the nourishment for this damned tree.

"Ha—" (Telepathic transmission: Kid, look at this tree.)

The dragon's voice echoed in Jiang Han's mind, filled with deep weariness and hatred.

"You think it's a tree?"

"It's a straw."

"It's... the straw those scum use to suck this planet dry."

Jiang Han suddenly looked up.

The gaze followed the massive bronze tree trunk upwards, disappearing into the endless darkness overhead.

On the retina, the Golden Eye's X-ray vision function is automatically activated.

He saw it.

Among those dense bronze branches and leaves, in those honeycomb-like holes.

It was stuffed full of things.

It's not honey.

It's skeleton.

Thousands upon thousands of skeletons.

Some have already turned into bones, while others are still attached to withered flesh.

They remained curled up, stuffed into the tree hollow, with countless tiny roots piercing their bodies like bloodsuckers.

Those skeletons were wearing tattered armor.

That's... armor from the Shang Dynasty!

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Is this what is meant by "ascension to immortality"?

Is this the "immortality" that old bastard Corpse King was pursuing? Or is it the obsession of that old fellow Xu Fu?

They're treating people like batteries, stuffing them into this piece of junk to power that "eye in the sky" thing above?

"Grass."

Jiang Han spat out the cigarette smoke from his mouth.

An uncontrollable surge of violence exploded from his chest.

He is a cold and aloof handsome man.

But first and foremost, he was a Chinese.

Watching their ancestors being stuffed into trees like dry cell batteries, having every last drop of their oil squeezed out.

How can anyone tolerate this?

"They...deceived Di Xin."

The dragon's voice continued, filled with endless regret.

They say that this tree can reach heaven and see the gods.

"That fool, Di Xin, believed it."

"He brought his people, and me, here."

"No, he's here! He's not here!"

"In conclusion..."

The dragon lowered its head and looked at Jiang Han.

There was a sense of desolation in his eyes, a feeling of having seen through life and death.

"They drained my blood and skinned me."

"I used my skin to create this pyramid's disguise."

"Use my image to deceive those native monkeys and get them to keep sending in offerings."

"I... am a living filter."

Jiang Han understood.

The so-called Mayan legend of the feathered serpent god is nothing more than an elaborately woven lie.

It's a myth created by those extraterrestrial beings to cover up the truth that they steal Earth's energy.

And this Yinglong from China was the most tragic victim.

"You have that annoying 'King of Men' vibe about you."

Suddenly, the dragon brought its massive head close to Jiang Han's face, snorting air from its nostrils.

"It smells bad and it's hard."

"That little brat Di Xin back then had the same smell."

"He's as weak as a chicken, yet he always thinks about defying the heavens."

Jiang Han ignored its complaints.

He reached out and touched the gruesome wound around the dragon's neck.

There, a thick bronze pipe was inserted, leading directly to the core of the divine tree.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Han asked a pointless question.

"Pain?" the dragon chuckled. "It's been thousands of years, it's long since numb."

"but......"

A glint of light suddenly flashed in its scarlet eyes.

"If you could help me pull it out."

"I can... kill again."

Jiang Han didn't say anything.

He drew the Black Gold Ancient Sword directly.

The blade was drawn, its cold light gleaming.

The Qilin Fire spread along his arm to the blade, turning the black edge crimson.

"Then pull it out."

Jiang Han turned around and faced the bronze root that was as thick as two people could hug.

That is the main blood vessel connecting the dragon and the divine tree.

"Kid, are you crazy?"

The dragon paused for a moment, then scoffed.

"This is a branch of the 'Jianmu' tree, forged from divine iron. Your broken sword..."

"Clang—!!!"

It hadn't finished speaking.

A red blade of light had already been unleashed.

There are no fancy moves.

It's the simplest and most violent downward chop.

The power of the Qilin Arm, combined with the burst of power from a fourth-tier bloodline.

This strike can split a tank in two!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The bronze pipe, supposedly cast from divine iron, was cut in half as easily as cutting tofu.

The green energy liquid gushed out like a fountain.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The liquid fell to the ground, corroding the rocks and leaving them riddled with holes.

[Warning! Damage detected to the Divine Tree!]

[Warning! Defense mechanism triggered!]

[Warning! The "Scavenger" class unit is awakening...]

The system is sending out alarms repeatedly.

The entire underground space began to shake violently.

Rocks kept falling from above, as if the end of the world was coming.

But Jiang Han ignored all of that.

He turned around and looked at the dumbfounded dragon.

"A broken knife?"

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and flicked the green liquid off the blade.

"Now, it's your turn."

The dragon stared intently at the broken edge.

It's been thousands of years.

It dreams of breaking this pipe.

Unexpectedly, he was cleaved in two by this tiny human with a single strike.

"Hahaha......"

It laughed.

The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained.

Its scales began to stand up one by one, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

"What a brat from the Xuanyuan clan!"

It suddenly broke free of the thin chains binding it.

Although his body was still very weak, and his scales were already broken and damaged.

But at that moment.

The oppressive aura of the divine beast returned to it.

"Kid."

It lowered its head, bringing its massive head close to Jiang Han's face.

This time, it's not a downward view.

It's eye level.

It means approval.

"Take me out of here."

"I want to see the real sky one last time before I die."

Its voice carried a sense of determination.

It knew it didn't have long to live.

Half of his heart was ripped out, and all his blood was drained.

This is just a temporary resurgence.

But so what?

Even if I die, I will die on the front lines.

Jiang Han looked at it.

Looking at this old dragon, scarred yet still proud.

He sheathed his sword.

"It doesn't matter whether you look at the sky or not."

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Jiang Han's lips.

"Mainly, I want to take you to kill someone."

"There's a swarm of flies up there, it's really annoying."

The dragon paused for a moment.

Immediately, an unprecedented killing intent erupted from its enormous vertical pupils.

"fly?"

"ha--!"

"Then crush them!"

It suddenly lowered its body and pressed its huge, bone-spiky head to the ground.

That was an invitation.

It is also a contract.

"Come on up!"

"Ride on my head!"

"I'll smash this damn cage open!"

"But before that..."

The dragon suddenly raised its head and looked at the dark hole above.

The faint roar of propellers could be heard from there.

Countless red laser dots are falling rapidly.

That was the "Eye of the Storm" fleet of the Ouroboros organization.

It is also what Jiang Han refers to as a "fly".

"We need to deal with this garbage first."