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

The sunset was like blood.

The setting sun cast its rays upon the steps of the Kukulkan Pyramid, making the flowing dragon blood appear even more dazzling.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The once lush rainforest has now been reduced to scorched earth, and in the center of that scorched earth, atop an ancient pyramid, lies a colossal black dragon.

Although it was missing a wing and was covered in wounds, the oppressive aura emanating from its very bones was even more terrifying than before.

Because it woke up.

I've truly woken up.

No longer a controlled puppet, no longer a raging beast, but a god with wisdom and rage.

Above the god's head stood a man.

Jiang Han.

He was shirtless, his strong muscles covered in blood and wounds, and the red Qilin tattoo seemed to come alive in the setting sun, moving slowly with his breath.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

In the distance, the sound of dense propellers could be heard.

Dozens of camouflaged armed helicopters, like a swarm of flies attracted by the smell of blood, surrounded them from all directions.

on the ground.

The tank tracks crushed the dead wood, and the heavy armored vehicles lined up in battle formation, their dark cannons raised, locking onto the figure at the top of the pyramid.

This is the U.S. military's rapid reaction force.

There are also remnants of local warlord forces.

Although they were terrified by the dragon's breath, greed and their superiors' orders forced them to bite the bullet and surround the dragon.

"Listen up, you creature in front!"

A command aircraft hovered a few hundred meters away, its loudspeaker emitting broken Chinese, the sound distorted by electrical interference.

"This is a military restricted area in Yucatan!"

"Disarm immediately! Surrender immediately!"

"Otherwise, we will launch an indiscriminate barrage!"

"Repeat! Surrender now!"

Hearing the piercing shouts, Jiang Han picked at his ears, a hint of impatience on his face.

"surrender?"

He seemed to have heard a funny joke, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and gently kicked the dragon head beneath him with his toe.

"Old buddy."

"Someone is telling us to surrender."

What do you think?

"roar--!!!"

Yinglong suddenly raised his head, his scarlet vertical pupils fixed on the helicopter formation in the sky, and let out a thunderous growl.

The sound waves, like tangible shockwaves, spread outwards.

"Snap!"

The bulletproof glass of the nearest helicopters instantly cracked, the fuselages shook violently, and alarms blared in unison.

The soldiers on the ground, who were holding guns, felt as if they had been hit hard in the chest with a sledgehammer. They all clutched their ears and fell to the ground in pain. Some were even bleed from all seven orifices from the shock.

This is called Dragon's Might.

Suppression of the life level of S-class organisms.

There's no need to lift a finger; their mere aura is enough to break mortals.

Jiang Han looked at the helicopters that were tilting and overturned, and sneered.

He took a deep breath, gathering all his strength. Although his voice wasn't loud, with the blessing of the Qilin bloodline, it clearly resonated throughout the entire battlefield and even spread globally through the live-streaming equipment that hadn't been destroyed.

"surrender?"

"Are you worthy?"

This statement is extremely arrogant.

But at this moment, billions of viewers around the world watched the man standing atop the dragon's head, looking down on all others, and not a single one of them thought he was bragging.

Because what he stands on is mythology.

"Listen up, everyone."

Jiang Han drew his black gold ancient sword, the tip pointing at the pyramid beneath his feet.

"From now on."

"here."

"It's under Lao Tzu's jurisdiction."

Done.

He turned abruptly, gripped the knife with both hands, and plunged it fiercely into the hard altar slab at the top of the pyramid.

"laugh--"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Obsidian, as hard as iron, is as fragile as tofu in front of the Black Gold Ancient Blade.

Jiang Han's wrists flicked, the blade darted about, and stone chips flew everywhere.

In just a few seconds.

A line of powerful, menacing characters was carved on the altar that symbolized the highest power of the Mayan civilization.

The Jiang clan of Huaxia guards this place.

These eight characters.

It's not just carved in stone.

It is etched in the hearts of everyone in the world.

This is on someone else's territory.

On someone else's temple.

Declare sovereignty!

overbearing!

Overbearing!

But it's fucking awesome!

In the live stream, the chat was in an uproar, with the screen filled with red "Jiang Shen is awesome" and "China is mighty".

"Fuck!"

The US commander on the helicopter was furious when he saw this.

"Fire! Open fire!"

"Mash him into mincemeat!"

"call out--"

A Hellfire missile, trailing a long flame, hurtled towards Jiang Han.

Jiang Han didn't even turn his head.

He simply extended his right hand.

"Smack."

A snap of the fingers.

"boom!"

The missile, which was fifty meters away from him, suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall and exploded in mid-air.

Gravitational field!

Jiang Han's current Qilin Arm can instantly create a tenfold gravity barrier, making it impossible for conventional missiles to get close.

"Who else?"

Jiang Han turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the helicopters.

Just then.

A piercing electrical hum suddenly cut into the US military's communications channel, echoing across the battlefield.

"This is Bureau 749 of China!"

"I am Director Li Zhenhua!"

That aged but authoritative voice carried an undeniable forcefulness.

"This area has been taken over by our top advisor, Jiang Han!"

"Any attack against Mr. Jiang Han will be considered a declaration of war against China!"

"Repeat! This is a declaration of war!"

"Our Dongfeng Express has locked onto your aircraft carrier group!"

Quiet.

Quiet.

The US commander's hand froze in mid-air, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He dared to hit Jiang Han.

But he dared not wage a world war.

"withdraw……"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

The helicopter group began to turn around, and the ground troops also began to retreat.

They chickened out.

Under the combined crushing force of mythology and national will, they had no choice but to back down.

Jiang Han watched the army retreat in disgrace and sheathed his sword.

"You guys got there fast."

He patted Yinglong on the neck.

Yinglong lowered his head, his huge, barbed tongue gently licking the bloodstains on Jiang Han's body.

Its movements were as gentle as a big cat's.

The ferocious beast that was just moments ago became so docile in front of Jiang Han that it was heartbreaking.

"alright."

Jiang Han touched the base of its broken dragon wing, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, don't push yourself too hard."

"Beneath this tower lies a node of this dragon vein."

"Go inside and get some sleep."

"When you wake up, that wing will grow back."

Yinglong let out a reluctant whimper and nuzzled Jiang Han's hand, seemingly unwilling to leave.

"Go."

Jiang Han took out a box of "Longquan Ink Paste" from the system space.

He exchanged those before he set off and hadn't been willing to use them.

He dipped the inkpad in the red ink and pressed it firmly onto Yinglong's forehead.

It's like stamping your own child's passport.

"This is my mark."

"With this, no one will dare to touch you."

"When I ascend to the heavens, I will slay that false god."

"I'll call you back to your place again."

Yinglong gave Jiang Han a deep look, then let out a long roar. His massive body began to etherealize, transforming into a streak of azure light that slowly entered the crack that Jiang Han had blasted open at the top of the pyramid.

It needs to go deep into the earth's veins to recuperate.

Awaiting the king's summons.