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

The next moment, black flames sprang up from the blade, instantly evaporating the seawater that was near it. Countless white steam boiled and then turned into bubbles in an instant, surging upwards as if fleeing for their lives. The man suddenly turned around and swung his blade fiercely, slashing at the black shadow behind him without hesitation!

"After all these years, it's finally time for us to settle our scores!" The man roared furiously, his eyes blazing like a Vajra and his head held high like a raging dragon.

The eerie, black longsword traced a chilling arc as it fell toward the colossal creature behind it.

A sharp laugh echoed in the sea, as if God were mocking the overconfident ants.

Chapter 136 Senior, you look a bit disheveled.

Black flames burned fiercely on the jet-black longsword, and all the seawater that came near was quickly evaporated, but new seawater would soon surge in, and the cycle would repeat itself.

Countless dense bubbles surrounded the man. He swung his sword with all his might. Because the movement was too sudden, he didn't give the other party any chance to react. The strangely shaped long sword slammed heavily into the black behemoth, making a piercing metallic clang.

Sparks flew the moment they made contact, but were quickly extinguished by the cold seawater.

The pitch-black flames corroded the hard scales as quickly as sulfuric acid, the longsword slashed into the flesh with tremendous force, the black monster let out a painful roar, and the faint smell of blood could be smelled rapidly spreading in the seawater.

The man was finally able to see the monster's appearance clearly.

Its enormous body blotted out the sky, and its jet-black scales bristled with a metallic scraping sound. The massive dragon stretched out in the water, and its dazzling golden eyes seemed to burn like flames, like totems carved by ancient people on a rock wall.

The creature that should have only existed in myths and legends appeared vividly before his eyes, roaring terrifyingly from its monstrous maw, revealing countless sharp teeth, and stirring up countless seawater crystals.

The man drew his long sword with a backhand motion, his muscles rapidly expanding and hardening. The bulging muscles tore through his diving suit, and his already imposing body swelled even more, taking on a faint metallic hue. His eyes gleamed with a fiery golden light.

Facing the terrifying and ferocious black dragon, his face showed no fear, only a frenzied rage and resentment. He roared hoarsely, "God! Come! Let's fight to the death!"

He angrily swung his long sword, each movement carrying the force of a thunderbolt, his bulging biceps seemingly containing boundless power.

With each swing of the knife, the muscles in the man's back contracted tightly, forming lines like undulating mountains, as if they could bear the weight of the entire world, or as if they were venting the pain and torment of the past ten years.

For so many years, Fingel has had nightmares every single day. He can only numb himself with alcohol. Ten years ago, he lost everything here: friends, lovers, even the unstoppable arrogance of his youth. All of it was buried.

This guy is the one who ruined him and left him with nothing.

Now, he finally has the chance to take revenge himself! He will avenge his friend! He will avenge his girl!

Just like in countless dreams, the man swung his knife wildly, his movements so practiced, because he had already wielded it millions of times in his dreams!

Caught off guard, the black dragon suffered a loss. At this moment, a hint of fear appeared in its huge, lantern-like golden eyes. With a nimble flip, it avoided the man's frenzied attack.

In the water, its movements are incredibly fast and agile, like a small fish, quickly disappearing into the darkness. Yet it doesn't go far, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to launch a counterattack.

This enormous creature seems to be highly intelligent, and even understands guerrilla warfare tactics.

Fingel regulated his breathing. His thick arms were muscular like taut bowstrings, with hard and distinct lines and clear outlines, as rugged as a sculpture.

With his diving suit torn, he naturally ran out of oxygen. Thanks to the power of his words and bloodline, he could stay underwater for a short time, but he had to finish the job quickly. What was more terrifying than the lack of oxygen was the mountain-like pressure at the bottom of the sea.

Swinging a knife underwater requires more strength, but the greater the strength, the greater the pressure on the bones, and it could even break one's own spine.

The water was turbulent, and something enormous was approaching at high speed.

The man gripped the knife tightly and slashed heavily in a certain direction without hesitation. The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out again as the strangely shaped longsword blocked the high-speed, ferocious tail spike.

The black flames fiercely scorched the scales on its tail spikes. The dragon let out an angry roar, swung its long tail heavily, and disappeared into the darkness once more.

This clever creature knew how vulnerable humans were in the water, so it wasn't in a hurry to attack. It knew that if it could just stall for a little longer, the human it felt threatened would collapse on its own.

But something unexpected happened. Just as it retracted its giant tail to escape, the man suddenly moved. He was like an agile leopard, or an angry lion, and fiercely grabbed the sharp tail barb.

The enormous hand gleamed with a faint metallic sheen, and the sound of metal clashing rang out as it collided with the tail spike. A terrifying force swept over, and the dragon's fleeing body was actually pulled back!

What terrifying power that was! The enormous, black monster, as big as a small mountain, was dragged along and could not escape even a fraction of an inch!

The man's eyes burned with an almost tangible intensity; his muscles tensed, veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out the most venomous roar:

"God! Die! Go to hell!"

With this roar, the longsword slammed into the dragon's body. The black flames swirling around the sword surged rapidly, and the dragon's hard, armor-like scales snapped off.

The black dragon let out a painful roar as its massive tail was severed by the longsword!

The crimson blood quickly spread, staining the once tranquil sea red.

The black dragon roared to the sky, its terrifying voice sounding like the howling of a demon from hell. This enormous black creature was finally enraged, its golden eyes burning with furious rage. It opened its hideous maw toward the humans who dared to offend it.

A terrifying chill surged forth from the black dragon's mouth, which was filled with sharp teeth. The extreme cold, like a cruel curse from the depths of the universe, swept in at a terrifying speed.

The power of cold penetrates every drop of seawater with unstoppable force, rapidly solidifying their molecular structure.

Ice crystals spread and grow at a visible speed, intertwining and connecting to form a huge and dense ice layer.

The once deep blue seawater was covered by a thick, transparent, and cold layer of ice, refracting an eerie and dazzling light.

The world was completely silent at that moment, except for the faint cracking sounds emanating from the ice, like the ocean's final lament as it faced death.

In that instant, it was as if the whole world had been paused, and everything was in slow motion. The man could even see fine ice crystals climbing up his body.

Top-notch combat experience and the power of words that enhanced his body saved his life. At the last moment before being frozen by the cold current, the man quickly rolled over in the water, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Before he could even catch his breath, the dragon opened its mouth again, unleashing another wave of cold air. The man didn't even have time to brush off the ice shards clinging to his body before he was once again forced to dodge in a sorry state.

The pain of losing its tail enraged the dragon. It spewed out icy breaths as if trying to freeze this ant that dared to defy it into an eternal ice sculpture, just like the corpses behind it.

Fingel moved quickly, but water is not the same as land. The overwhelming pressure pressed down on him like a tide, which made it impossible for him to dodge at the last moment.

A terrifying chill swept over his left arm, and in an instant, the entire arm lost all sensation; he couldn't even feel the half of his shoulder anymore.

"So this is what it feels like to be frozen in ice?"

The man muttered to himself, his right hand, which had been holding the knife, fell limply to his side, for he knew this was the end.

In the water, his strength could not be fully exerted, and the flames on the blade were also greatly suppressed. Now, with his left hand frozen, his balance and speed were completely disrupted, and he could no longer avoid the next cold wave.

All I could hear was the dragon's shrill laughter, as if a god were mocking the ignorance and overestimation of mortals.

Fingel paid no heed. He casually tossed aside the longsword, and the bizarrely shaped, menacing blade instantly transformed back into an inconspicuous short, white blade, silently falling into the depths of the sea.

The man slowly turned around and walked towards his companions.

In the new cold wave of Heilongjiang, his companions slept peacefully with serene faces, while his girl was not far away, shrouded in the icy blue cold wave that symbolized death.

"EVA, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye. You must be very lonely... It's okay, I'm here to keep you company."

The man murmured to himself as he walked step by step toward Han Chao, the golden light in his eyes gradually dimming. At the same time, he opened his still-functioning right arm and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the black beast open its mouth at him again, but the man didn't care at all, not even bothering to glance at it; his eyes were only on his girl.

He walked calmly toward death, just to embrace his beloved.

But just then, he suddenly heard the sound of violently surging water. Fingel instinctively looked over, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He witnessed the most amazing scene of his life.

In the vast and boundless sea, a slender figure fell rapidly like a shooting star, her body enveloped in beams of light, as if she were walking on light.

The seawater surged violently, and the girl's long, jet-black hair danced wildly in the deep water. Her dazzling golden eyes burned intensely, and her delicate face was pale and holy, like an angel descended from heaven.

She also held a long sword burning with flames, but the flames were as red as blood, and even before getting close, one could vaguely smell the surging bloody stench emanating from it.

Without hesitation, she slashed at the dragon's head. The dragon instinctively dodged, and in an instant, the deadly chill was forcibly interrupted!

The tall, slender girl slowly stretched her body in the water, a playful smile on her face.

"Senior, you look a bit disheveled!"

With that teasing joke, the girl kicked the dragon's massive body hard, using the force to roll in the water, and without hesitation, slashed the dragon's huge body with her crimson longsword.

In an instant, the scales shattered, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere!

Fingel stared blankly at the scene, muttering unconsciously, "Junior, you're a little scary..."

Chapter 137 Holy Palace Medical Association

The sudden appearance of Genji changed the course of the battle swiftly. She wielded a blazing crimson longsword with an elegant posture, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

With each swing of her sword, a hideous wound appeared on the black dragon's body, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The black dragon roared in anger and pain, twisting its body rapidly, but the girl's movements were too fast, like a ghost that followed it everywhere, or a leech that it could never get rid of.

It was so fast, so fast, that you couldn't even see her movements clearly. All you could see was the surging seawater and the bloody afterimages left by each slash.

The resistance from the water seemed to have no effect on her whatsoever; she was as nimble as a fish, as light as a blood-red sprite, so small yet so deadly.

The dragon roared in frustration. It should have been as agile as a black snake in the water, but its massive body became an obstacle when facing the girl. No matter how it dodged, it could not escape.

Finally, it gave up resisting, and despite being slashed several times, it turned around fiercely, its huge golden eyes burning with angry flames, staring venomously at Genji in the water.

The hideous maw opened again, revealing two rows of densely packed, sharp teeth like daggers. One could vaguely see something icy blue brewing in the deep throat, while countless wisps of cold air emanated from it.

"Watch out!" Realizing something was wrong, Fingel roared, "It's the Nine-Headed Serpent of Words!"

The Nine-Headed Serpent, with an unknown serial number, has the effect of exploding after reaching extreme low temperatures. When released in water, it can destroy any object frozen in water.

Ten years ago, the underwater team was almost completely wiped out by this Word of Power, which is something no one can resist. It is one of the top Words of Power of the Ocean and Water King lineage.

But it was too late. A terrifying cold wave swept in rapidly. The dragon's eyes were filled with the joy of successful revenge. This highly intelligent monster had obviously realized how terrifying Genji was and dared not continue to fight. He wanted to destroy her with one blow!

The power of words it unleashed, even at the cost of being slashed several times, was so swift, and the distance between them was so close, so close that there was no way to avoid it.

Fingel's eyes widened in horror. The scene from ten years ago was playing out before his eyes again. Another vibrant life was about to perish in front of him. He rushed forward like a madman, trying to save the girl.

But it was too late. The terrifying cold wave was so fast that it reached the girl in the blink of an eye, almost instantly engulfing her.

But in that final moment, Genji suddenly raised her hand.

Her slender hand pressed against the turbulent water in front of her, as if stroking a raging cat. In an instant, the waves calmed down, and everything became peaceful.

A massive domain erupted from Genji, forcibly suppressing everything within it. This domain far surpassed alchemy or the power of words; it was a completely new realm that humanity could no longer attain…

That is the realm of God!

An indescribable chill descended from the sky, centered on Genji, and the ice layer rapidly spread in all directions. The cold current brought by the Nine-Headed Serpent struck the ice layer, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, without causing any reaction, and disappeared silently!

Yuan Zhinü slowly raised her head, and Fingel then noticed that, at some point, the girl's entire body was covered in pale white scales. The fine white scales were evenly arranged on her cheeks, exuding an eerie beauty, like Medusa, the snake woman from mythology.

Genjiro's golden eyes burned intensely, emitting a dazzling light. She looked down at the pitch-black dragon in front of her from her high position, like a god looking down at the human world from her throne in the sky. The majesty in her dragon eyes made the black dragon shrink back involuntarily.

The suppression of bloodline was so obvious that at this moment, even the enormous dragon became so small, so small that it dared not even resist, for it was the punishment of the gods.

As Yuan Zhinü swung her blood-red longsword, the enormous black creature suddenly began to split in two. At that moment, her demeanor resembled that of an ancient sword saint; though her slashes were seemingly casual, they contained an absolute will to cut through anything.

She wasn't cutting the dragon with a knife; she was giving orders to sever these things.