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Chapter 120 [The Bronze Dragon King]

Today, a scene unfolded in the Katinyas Mountains that will be unforgettable for everyone in the vicinity.

At the same moment, all those in the four countries surrounding the mountains, including the Kingdom of Inberia, who looked up at the Kertinias Mountains, witnessed that incredible sight.

First came the clouds and mist on the mountaintop.

The main peak of the Katinyas Mountains is shrouded in thick clouds all year round, a phenomenon that has never dissipated in hundreds of years. Locals have even created legends that say it is the breath of the dragon god, which mortals cannot see.

But today, those clouds and mist vanished in an instant.

It's as if an invisible hand wiped them away.

The mountain peaks, which had never revealed their true appearance for thousands of years, were now exposed to the sunlight, with their jagged rocks, steep cliffs, and even the huge platform at the summit clearly visible.

Before people could recover from their shock, something even more terrifying happened.

A mushroom cloud rose from the mountaintop.

It didn't rise slowly, but broke through the sky in an instant.

Accompanying the mushroom cloud was a huge fireball that was even more dazzling than the sun.

The light was so blinding that countless people looking up were instantly moved to tears, and some who were close by even experienced temporary blindness, covering their eyes and screaming in agony.

The fireball rose higher and higher, growing larger and larger, as if it would burn through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the sound arrived.

Rumble—!!!

That wasn't ordinary thunder; it was a terrifying roar that could tear eardrums and vibrate to the bone.

The sound traveled for hundreds of miles, shaking off roof tiles, shattering windows, causing birds to fall from the sky, and making beasts lie on the ground crying out in pain.

At that moment, the four kingdoms surrounding Catechnias simultaneously felt the ground beneath their feet tremble.

Countless people were so frightened by the loud noise that they collapsed to the ground, thinking it was the end of the world.

Some elderly people knelt down on the spot, kowtowed in that direction, and muttered nonsense such as the gods were angry.

In the far distance, magic chanters, spies, and powerful figures from various countries all looked toward that mountain range.

What exactly happened there?

Was it a volcanic eruption? The birth of a divine artifact? Or—the legendary internal strife among the dragons?

Nobody knows the answer.

But everyone understands one thing: something momentous happened today in that mountain range that was designated as a restricted area, something that will go down in history.

At this moment, in the mountains.

The center of the event.

The Coffin Dragon King stood atop a pile of ruins.

Within a radius of several miles around it, there was no intact ground left.

After the rocks melted and cooled, they formed pieces of glass-like black crystals. The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, the stench left behind by countless corpses that had been instantly carbonized.

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Its prized zombie armor, an absolute defense built over a hundred years using layers of millions of corpses, is now completely carbonized.

That armor was once several meters thick, made up of countless zombies tightly interwoven together. Ordinary attacks wouldn't even be enough to tickle it. Even if those "Dragon Emperor's filth" came, it would probably take a lot of effort to break through it.

But now, it has turned into a pile of charcoal.

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin merely shook its body slightly, and its carbonized armor crumbled into pieces like dried mud.

Its original body was revealed.

At this moment, if someone were standing nearby, they might be amazed by its true appearance.

It was an extremely elegant dragon.

Its pure white scales are as smooth as jade, gleaming softly in the sunlight. Its body is long and slender, lacking the bulky appearance of ordinary dragons, instead resembling a silver snake magnified countless times.

The proportions of the limbs and wings are just right, and every curve is beautiful. The most special thing is the pair of red pupils, like two rubies set in white jade, which are both eerie and beautiful.

If we disregard its identity and actions, it is practically a living work of art.

But at this moment, the artwork is enraged.

"asshole!!!"

The roar of the Coffin Dragon King shook the surrounding rubble. It looked down at the carbonized fragments scattered on the ground, its red eyes almost spitting fire.

This is the culmination of over a hundred years of hard work.

More than a hundred years!

Those zombies were all carefully selected by it, the strongest corpses were picked out and refined layer by layer with primordial magic, and then slowly piled up to form this armor.

This is one of its biggest trump cards in preparation for the upcoming "Dragon Emperor's Filth".

Its hardness is unparalleled; even the strongest magic cast by those "filthy" beings cannot break it instantly.

Moreover, it possesses a variety of resistances, including fire resistance.

Under normal circumstances, the undead have no resistance to fire damage, but how could the Coffin Dragon King, as an undead dragon king, not know this weakness?

It specifically compensated for this weakness by giving its zombie armor a certain degree of fire resistance.

How come it's so vulnerable now?

Now it's all gone.

It's all gone.

It raised its head again and looked around at its lair, its territory, the place where it had lived for hundreds of years.

It was a complete mess.

Where the mushroom cloud and fireball swept across, nothing grew; rocks were burned to a crisp, and the ground was leveled several meters.

Although there were hardly any living creatures in this area to begin with, since it was an immortal being and didn't need any flowers, birds, fish, or insects, seeing the place where I had lived for so long turn into this still made me feel uneasy.

"Damn it—damn it!"

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin was filled with deep regret.

It regretted why it had gone to watch the play.

If it had interrupted the dragon from the beginning, if it hadn't let it chant for so long, if it had attacked with all its might when it sensed something was wrong.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The dragon self-destructed, leaving no trace. It couldn't even find anyone to settle scores with.

Just as the Coffin Dragon King was caught in a mix of rage and regret, a figure suddenly appeared beside it.

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin froze.

It is under the cover of the [World Disconnection Barrier].

This barrier was set up using primordial magic. Theoretically, no spatial movement can penetrate it, unless the other party is also a true dragon king who can forcibly break in using primordial power.

Or perhaps the other party is one of the top beings among those "filth," and it once heard from a member of its race that certain "filth" possess the ability to ignore the [World Distortion Barrier] and the [World Disconnection Barrier].

Either way, it means trouble.

Before the Coffin Dragon King could think any further, his body reacted before his consciousness could.

It swung its forepaws, and a layer of dark light instantly covered its snow-white dragon claws. It was the primordial power concentrated to the extreme, enough to tear apart the defense of beings of the same level. The dragon claws slammed down on that figure.

"Smack."

Its claws were blocked.

It was struck by another claw.

Only then did the Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin see the other party clearly.

That was a dragon.

A giant dragon that is over 100 meters long.

Its scales are not a single color, but a mixture of silver and crimson, like burning ice or solidified fire. When its wings are spread, they blot out the sky and the sun. Just by hovering there, it gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

What alarmed the Coffin Dragon King the most was that the other party seemed to take its claw attack effortlessly.

The feeling was like its angry strike hitting a wall of bronze and iron.

He is the true Dragon King.

Moreover, it was a true dragon king it had never seen before.

The Coffin Dragon King's mind raced. Combining this with what the self-destructing dragon had said about the "Bronze Dragon King," it instantly understood the identity of the person before it.

Are they really from the same ethnic group who came from overseas?

It was both shocked and furious.

Surprisingly, the opponent was indeed a genuine Dragon King, and its strength seemed to be no less than its own.

What angered him was that the enemy's subordinate, that damned bronze fire dragon, had just blown up his lair, destroying over a hundred years of his hard work.

The problem now is that it can't directly turn against the other side, since, to be precise, it was the one who made the first move.

When the dragon arrived, it was very humble, respectfully announcing its arrival and extending a deferential invitation. It was the dragon itself that was so suspicious, thinking the other party was a spy sent by some "filth," and it attacked without warning.

It turned out the other side had no intention of fighting; they simply self-destructed.

He self-destructed!

Now that the body is gone, there's no way to verify the truth.

The Coffin Dragon King took a deep breath, though it didn't need to breathe now, and suppressed its anger, preemptively striking: "Who are you? Why have you trespassed into my territory? Didn't you know you needed your master's permission before entering?"

It certainly knew who the other person was, but it asked the question anyway, seizing the initiative.

The giant dragon opposite him, Leylin, was currently manifesting in his Fiery Frost Dragon form, combining the power of the Bronze and Fire Kings. He looked down at his claws.

The Dragon King's claw attack just now was indeed quite skillful.

That dim light must be the so-called "Primordial Power".

According to the classification of dragons in this world, it is a power that only a true dragon king can wield, an ability to connect the River of Souls and mobilize the world's primordial power.

The force was indeed considerable.

But it's only "not small".

It blocked it with ease.

Leylin had a rough idea of ​​what was going on: if the so-called True Dragon King was only at this level, then he was indeed nothing special to him.

He raised his head, his dark golden pupils becoming even larger in his dragon form, like two burning suns, staring at the Coffin Dragon King.

"You just killed my men," his voice boomed from the massive dragon's mouth, deep and authoritative, carrying an undeniable pressure, "and now you ask who I am?"

The Coffin Dragon King felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he turned the tables and said, "Oh, so you're that so-called Bronze Dragon King? I'd like to ask you, how do you discipline your subordinates? It ran into my territory and destroyed my domain like this. How are you going to settle this score?"

As it spoke, it pointed with its claws at the ruins and the charred zombie armor on the ground, as if to say: You see, I am the victim.

Leylin looked at it without saying a word.

He was observing.

The coffin dragon king's behavior at this moment doesn't seem like he's fighting desperately; rather, it seems like he's shirking responsibility?

As soon as the words "Bronze Dragon King" were uttered, the Coffin Dragon King did not deny his identity. Instead, he followed up by accusing him of lax discipline. What does this mean?

This shows that it truly believed in the identity of the "Bronze Dragon King" that Leylin had fabricated.

This shows that its attitude towards a true dragon king of the same level is completely different from its attitude towards other creatures.

Leylin remembered that the Coffin Dragon King was indeed a member of the "Six Dragons Alliance," a loose organization among the true dragon kings of this world. They usually lived their own lives, but would communicate with each other when major events occurred.

Since it is one of them, it naturally cannot arbitrarily call for killing and attacking its own kind as it does with humans and demi-humans.

This was an unexpected bonus.

Leylin's thoughts raced for a moment. He withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Nonsense!"

Then, he unleashed a palm strike.