Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

Chapter 109 To be honest, you're a disgrace to the devil.

"I don't know why you've come, but since you're here, stay."

The boy sighed softly, his golden eyes shining even brighter. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of the maid, Shutoku Mai: "I bestow upon you blood, to refine your soul with blood. You will never reach the unreachable places, yet wherever you go, you will radiate brilliance! I bestow upon you a sword, to slay all who defy me! 'Ame no Habakiri,' also known as 'Futsu no Mitama'!"

A calm field was released, like a small pebble thrown into water, but that pebble stirred up a huge wave!

Mai Shude closed her eyes, then opened them again, her pupils filled with blazing golden flames.

In an instant, Mai Shude had been transformed. She drew her swords with both hands, her left hand wielding "Ame no Habakiri" and her right hand "Futsu no Mitama"!

These two swords are two of the three sacred swords from the so-called "Age of Gods" in Japan. "Ame no Habakiri" is even the divine sword used by the Japanese god Susanoo to cut down the ancient divine beast Yamata no Orochi. This is a weapon that should never actually exist, and its status is similar to the "golden cudgel" in Chinese culture.

But now, Mai Shude has indeed drawn two longswords that flow with crimson and molten gold, just like in the legends.

This is undoubtedly a very outrageous paradox. It is impossible for these two weapons to exist in the world, nor is it possible for anyone to improve the bloodline of others out of thin air.

But this devil did it, and Genji was not surprised at all.

She didn't even glance at Mai Shude in front of her, but looked at the boy with a slight upturn of her lips, as if she had discovered some interesting secret: "As expected, you have no physical form."

"Whether you lured me here or enhanced someone else's bloodline, it's all about using others to deal with me. Ultimately, it's because you can't do it yourself."

The boy's face was very gloomy. He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently patted Mai Shude.

Mai Shude took a deep breath, raised the two legendary weapons, and slashed fiercely at Genji in front of her.

Genjiro casually withdrew her long sword and dodged to the side. Shotoku Mai swung her sword again, and "Futsu-no-Mitama" spun in a perfect arc around her. With the arc as the boundary, a domain was naturally created, and a striking bright purple electric light moved around the domain.

Mai Shude carried her longsword with both hands and walked slowly forward. She entered the domain of the shadows. On the surface of that newly formed purple electric field, two different currents clashed and the flames flickered.

This is the legendary realm of alchemy, an act of stealing divine power, a technology that creates life from dust.

It's a forbidden technique!

With each step closer, Mai Shude underwent changes. Her black combat suit cracked, revealing bluish-gray scales covering her perfectly sexy body. Her body suddenly expanded, and the scales erected a cluster of steel thorns!

Bone spurs pierced through the skin and protruded; they were black bones growing towards the surface of the body, turning into sharp blades of bone.

The "Heavenly Feather Slash" roared, exhilarating and exciting, with lightning and fire scattering everywhere, as if welcoming the arrival of a god!

"Dragonization, huh?" Looking at Mai Shutoku, who had transformed from a charming girl into a hideous monster in an instant, Genji sighed, "That makes you ugly."

"If you become ugly, I won't like you anymore."

As the sigh subsided, her eyes suddenly shone with a brilliant light, and an ancient language softly resonated—the language of the primordial era.

Words of Power: Judgment!

He hurled his long sword with a piercing sound as it sliced ​​through the air. Almost instantly, the bluish-black scales covering his body shattered, and countless drops of blood gushed out.

Yuan Zhinv waved her hand, her fingers leaving five parallel arcs in the air. Wherever her fingertips passed, everything was torn to shreds.

The alchemical realm of electricity and fire shattered instantly, like fresh snow encountering hot oil—silent yet swift and violent.

Even though the knife didn't touch her, Mai Shude felt excruciating pain all over her body, as if thousands of knives were piercing her body at the same time, tearing her flesh apart!

With a sudden burst of strength, Yuan Zhinü leaped out like a cheetah, drew the long sword that had been slashing across the bridge, and swung it backhand with a fierce slash.

Mai Shude instinctively raised her twin swords to defend, but a jaw-dropping scene unfolded: the two legendary divine weapons were cleanly severed by the blood-red longsword!

A crimson flame ignited on the longsword, like burning blood, eerie and dazzling, stopping just before it severed Mai Shude's neck.

The blade was only millimeters away from Mai Shude's skin. Mai Shude could even feel the intense heat emanating from the longsword, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

The burning flames illuminated Yuan Zhinü's face, which was now covered with fine, pale scales. Her bright golden eyes were filled with an imposing, serene gaze.

She didn't even glance at Mai Shutoku, who had been knocked to the ground again, but instead looked at the boy who hadn't moved at all.

"If these are all the methods you have, then you probably can't do anything to me." Yuan Zhinü said calmly, "Have you ever heard the saying? A phoenix in distress..."

She paused slightly, looked at the boy with a pale face, and said, word by word, "Not even as good as a chicken."

The boy's chest heaved violently a few times, and for a moment, the heat in his eyes almost burned, as if he was about to do something extremely crazy.

But it only lasted for a moment.

For some reason, he took a few deep breaths and managed to calm himself down.

“It’s true that a tiger has fallen into the plains.” He raised his head to look at Yuan Zhinv, his eyes full of mockery: “Even someone like you can point fingers at me now.”

Mai Shude still tried to struggle, and she seemed to want to fight to the death. Yuan Zhinü frowned slightly. She had been holding back against this beautiful Japanese girl, but her repeated struggles were getting annoying.

Just as she was hesitating whether to just chop him up with one stroke, the boy sighed softly.

"Mai, you're a wonderful girl. You've done very well. That's enough."

He slightly raised his hand, and Mai Shude's wounds healed rapidly. Her bluish-black scales quickly closed and retracted, and her bone spurs gradually closed as well. She transformed back into that charming and beautiful girl.

Yuan Zhinu took off her trench coat and threw it onto the barely clothed body of Jiu Demai, her dark eyes fixed on the little devil in front of her.

"Now we can have a proper chat, right?"

The little devil seemed very depressed. His delicate little face was dark, and he looked very unhappy. Even his tone was full of irritation: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

"I advise you to mind your own business, stay away from Lu Mingfei, and go back to Japan."

Yuan Zhinv looked at the sulking boy in front of her with great interest: "What if I don't?"

A fierce glint flashed in Lu Mingze's eyes, and his voice turned sinister: "You really think I can't do anything to you?"

Seeing that she was about to push him to the brink, Yuan Zhinv smiled amiably and said, "Of course not. You must have a way, but it's obvious that you'll have to pay a heavy price to deal with me right now, otherwise you wouldn't be so hesitant."

"Since that's the case, why not relax a little?"

What exactly do you want?

"Come with me for a walk; I don't know this city very well yet."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Lu Mingze's eyes, as if he didn't know what Yuan Zhinü was up to, but he still nodded in the end.

He gave Mai a wink, and she immediately understood. She wrapped her black trench coat tightly around herself, lowered her head, and turned to leave.

Lu Mingze then got back into the black Bugatti Veyron.

……

"Lu Mingfei, I heard you're going abroad? Your family must be really rich to send a good-for-nothing like you abroad. It's a shame, all that money wasted on you!"

On the dilapidated street, several tall teenagers were laughing and shoving a thin boy. Lu Mingfei was pushed backward until he was finally shoved into the alley.

These guys were local thugs, all talk and no action, only daring to extort pocket money. But they were still a bit troublesome, and Lu Mingfei usually avoided them.

But when he went to the post office to mail a letter today, he was a little absent-minded. When he came back, he ran into these guys, who seemed to have been following him for quite a while.

"I'm out of money. I used it all to mail letters," Lu Mingfei said softly, his head down. He knew these people wouldn't dare to actually make a move, provided he didn't anger them, so he had to back down.

Fortunately, he had plenty of experience in admitting defeat. His droopy eyebrows and eyes made him look as dejected as possible, like a loser dog exuding the aura of a loser.

Sure enough, those thugs revealed mocking smiles and hurled one nasty remark after another. However, verbal attacks were nothing to Lu Mingfei; they went in one ear and out the other.

Anyway, over the years, countless people have mocked him, so he's long since become immune to it and has developed an impenetrable thick skin.

He told himself that it was just a few words of criticism, nothing serious, and besides, what they said was true, so there was nothing to be angry about.

He just hoped these guys would finish cursing him quickly and let him go. If he dragged it out and went home after dark, his aunt would scold him, and he might even miss dinner.

Spending the whole night hungry can be quite difficult.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly, his mind wandering. The thugs cursed a few times but eventually got bored, spat a few times, and started groping his pockets, probably to see if he really had no money.

Lu Mingfei was pushed backward, his back slamming heavily against the wall, getting covered in dust. He felt uncomfortable but dared not speak, and could only lower his head and let those people do as they pleased.

"Damn, they really don't have any money?" someone muttered in dissatisfaction.

“I already told you I used all the money to send letters,” Lu Mingfei said softly. “I have no money, I’m very poor.”

"You dare talk back?" A thug glared at him and shoved Lu Mingfei hard. Lu Mingfei was instantly knocked to the ground, his hand instinctively scraping against the ground, causing him excruciating pain.

"Why send so many letters? Do you really think American schools accept just any trash? Someone like you wouldn't even be fit enough to be a security guard at the gate!"

The thugs laughed and jeered. Lu Mingfei lowered his head and dared not speak, only praying that it would all end soon.

Outside the alley entrance, a black luxury car silently came to a stop, and two pairs of eyes watched everything in silence.

"You don't care about this?" Yuan Zhinv looked at Lu Mingze in the passenger seat with interest. The boy was expressionless, seemingly indifferent to everything.

“I can’t easily interfere.” Lu Mingze pursed his lips, something seemed to flash in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice: “Besides, what’s the big deal?”

"He wasn't actually injured."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhinv suddenly laughed: "Then what would constitute an injury? Almost being beaten to death?"

Lu Mingze remained silent.

"It's ridiculous. They have the power to destroy the world, yet they are afraid of this and that, and they can't even protect their own family members from being bullied."

"Is there anyone more pathetic than you? To have become a devil like you is truly a disgrace to the devil."

"Didn't I tell you not to meddle in other people's business?" Lu Mingze's voice suddenly turned gloomy, a flame burning in his golden pupils: "What do you know? You know absolutely nothing!"

"Who do you think you are? You think you're something special? You dare to point fingers at us?"

"What if I insist on meddling in other people's business?" Yuan Zhinu smiled slightly and opened the car door with her other hand: "After all, I'm not like you, a cowardly guy."

Lu Mingze suddenly became furious, as if a sore spot had been touched hard, but before he could get angry, the words that were on the tip of his tongue were abruptly interrupted by the loud sound of the door slamming shut.

The beautiful and refined girl walked slowly and gracefully into the alley, her demeanor elegant and noble, as if strolling leisurely, just like a true aristocrat.

...If we ignore the brick she picked up from the ground.

Chapter 110 Devil? I think you're a coward.

In the dimly lit alley, several teenagers surrounded Lu Mingfei, laughing and joking. They didn't have the guts to actually make a move, but they were also unwilling to let him go.

They thought they could make a fortune, but they never expected this loser to be so unlucky as to spend all the money and waste their feelings. Naturally, they had to get revenge.

"Lu Mingfei, how dare you stay at your uncle and aunt's house? Your parents don't want you anymore, so you're practically an orphan. Don't you want us to take care of you?"

"Haha, aren't we showing our care? Want to study abroad? These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to say they're going to study abroad!"

"Lu Mingfei, don't blame us for being blunt, the truth is always this harsh. You have to get used to it, no, you should have gotten used to it a long time ago."

One sarcastic remark after another rang out, and all sorts of sharp and mean words came out of their mouths. The malice of teenagers is often the purest, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with what they said.

As they themselves said, the truth is always harsh and unpleasant to hear.