Zongman: Live broadcast of the collapse of iron, shocking the world

[The water dragon, representing bondage and the shackles of past memories, can no longer entangle Dan Heng in the slightest!]

He was as nimble as a bird emerging from its shell, turning and moving lightly and swiftly, leaving the raging waves and the cage completely behind him!

[He has only one target—Dan Feng! ]

[Dan Heng thrusts his spear like a dragon, thrusting it at Dan Feng with all his might! Dan Feng also blocks it with his water dragon—]

【"Bang!!!"】

[The mist dissipated, and the violent collision that had occurred just a moment before, like a violent storm, was followed by countless water dragons losing control, and heavy rain poured down like a torrential downpour.]

[In the rain, the two stood facing each other, with only the Dragon Lord statue still standing proudly in the rain.]

Dan Heng opened his eyes. The anger and dissuasion that had been surging before were gone, leaving only a vast helplessness, but also a kind of indescribable relief.

"Then..." Dan Feng paused, his tone filled with a certain weariness and relief.

【“...Leave here. Don’t look back.”】

As he finished speaking, sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, shimmering onto the stone slabs. His entire figure began to blur, then become transparent, ultimately transforming into countless tiny points of golden stardust, silently dissipating into the deep watery backdrop.

Dan Heng opened his eyes, and the scene before him faded from the turbulent waves of memory. The warm light of the setting sun truly filled his vision.

[For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he had just been pulled out of very deep water, like a drowning person finally reaching shore.]

"What are you daydreaming about?" Someone's voice sounded first, a hint of smile and concern.

Dan Heng finally saw clearly that it was his companions surrounding him—and he was just about to leave with them.

[The pink-haired Sanyueqi came closest, her always energetic face now filled with surprise.]

She quickly raises her signature blue camera and points it at him—

"Eh? It's so rare to see you smile!" Her voice was like the clear sound of wind chimes. "Smile again—Eggplant~!"

[“Crack!”]

Dan Heng was indeed smiling. As he realized that the battle and shadow that had just engulfed his soul were truly a thing of the past, a genuine, pure sense of relief naturally crept up the corners of his mouth.

It's like the feeling of a heavy stone that's been weighing on your heart for years finally rolling off, and even breathing becomes extra light.

[After hearing the conversation between the two, Lao Yang and Xing turned around and walked over.]

"What did you remember?" asked the calm Old Yang.

[Looking at Danheng's photo, everyone laughed out loud.]

As the sun sets, the cries of seabirds and the roar of the tide rise and fall, as if this is just another common outing for an elderly father with his two lively daughters and silent son.

[“…Just some past events.” Dan Heng replied softly.]

"Huh?! What's that?! So mysterious!" Little Sanyue's cheeks puffed up with anger. "Tell me... tell me!"

Old Yang laughed, "Haha, little Sanyue! Just let Danheng have some peace and quiet."

Looking at the photo of myself, no longer burdened by the heavy shackles, listening to the joyful sounds of March 7th—this is the best gift of a new life.

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The world of the Battle of the Two Cities.

Hilko picked up the wine jug and took a sip, looking at the light curtain in the sky.

Dan Heng and Dan Feng's attack methods are really interesting. One of them constantly summons water dragons, while the other can only thrust with a spear...

Two weapons, two methods of attack—as if demonstrating the two people's completely different personalities and different paths.

"You said so, Vandel." Hill looked at the statue of Vandel behind him.

As the former top leader of Zaun, Vandel's attack method is boxing.

Relying on those iron fists, they also resisted Piltover.

Vandel's way of governing Zaun is as calm and steady as his boxing gloves.

But I... am not good at fighting.

The only thing I am good at is my brain.

Selling glimmer, advocating violence in Zaun, infiltrating all aspects of Piltover... This is what I play.

Different ways, different paths.

Dan Feng's attack method has always been the water dragon - when Dan Heng awakened the power of the Dragon Lord, he also used the water dragon in the battle with Huanlong.

An overwhelming attack can naturally destroy everything.

The water dragon swirls around, leaving the enemy nowhere to escape...

However, isn't all of this also used on oneself?

Not only did he trap himself, but he also messed up the situation of the Chiming tribe.

On the contrary, Dan Heng... I don't know who gave him the spear, but holding the spear, he can only move forward! Pierce through all obstacles!

Isn’t this the key to Dan Heng’s breakthrough in this life?

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Demon Slayer World.

Shinobu Kocho was strolling in the woods. The sunlight shone through the woods and onto the ground, which was very beautiful.

Watching Dan Heng leave the memories and get rid of the troubles of memories... Shinobu Kocho felt inexplicably relieved.

These days, she has been assisting in the training of the general members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Her main function is to treat the team members' injuries and provide them with medicines to speed up their recovery.

After all, there are only a few good talents like Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu.

As for most members of the Demon Slayer Corps, no matter how much they train, their ability improvement is actually limited... I have healed their injuries and know their foundation.

However, the lord still wanted to start this training, and Shinobu Kocho knew why.

The lord intends to completely put an end to Muzan's atrocities in his generation.

Therefore, combat power is particularly important - even if the ones who really influence the final victory of the battle are the Twelve Demon Moons, Muzan and the pillars...

The combat effectiveness of the team members still needs to be improved... Every improvement is a good improvement. This will not only increase their survival rate, but also allow them to deal with some weaker ghosts and complete the clearing mission.

For this reason, even if this training may expose the base that the Demon Slayer Corps has been operating for a long time, it is worth it.

For the future of peace and happy life, they must fight.

Shinobu Kocho looked at the scene on the light screen... The Scaled Abyss Realm at dusk was really beautiful.

It’s really great that Lao Yang, San Yue Qi and Xing care about Dan Heng so naturally and selflessly.

In this way, after Danheng left the "family" of the Chiming tribe, he finally had a "new home" that could accept him unconditionally.

Living life together as a family, going on adventures...isn't this what most people wish for in their lifetime?

Chapter 197 Five Dragons (1): Ao Guang: The power of immortality fills my body!

[The sky was like a primordial chaos, and a gentle voice came from the abyss.]

"I have come all this way only to find a piece of lost history."

[“About… the history of the dragon (immortal).”]

[Amidst the splashes of ink, the old man holds the pen with his wrist suspended.]

[“Regarding the ‘Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons of the Abyss’—”]

"I know nothing either."

[The ink color suddenly spreads out like a vortex in the beginning of time, and the old man's brush moves freely.]

"Long before the birth of history, the Dragon Ancestor roamed the chaos of the beginning, questioning the location of 'existence'."

[At first, the ink lingers like an unopened scroll, then suddenly it surges and unfurls, a winding dragon spine emerging from a cocoon.]

[With one final stroke, the galaxy shatters the world. The entire black dragon lifts its head and breaks free from the paper! Waves of ink, carrying stardust, surge into the sky, and the Dragon Ancestor begins to soar through the sea of ​​stars.]

The vast sky is awash with stars like a waterfall, a black dragon cruises across a river of light years. Its scales flutter as it swallows and exhales nebulae, and the radiance of billions of stars flickers across its black trunk, like the pulse of the universe's breath.

“On the path,” the old man continued, “the revelation of ‘immortality’ was revealed, and then—”

[“This is the birth of us, the Dragonborn.”]

[At the old man's voice, the dragon's body transformed into a ball of light, resembling a dragon egg.]

[With a crisp "bang", the ball of light shattered, exploding into countless universes!]

The black dragon hovering above the star suddenly raised its head, its claws folded, causing dimensional folds, and its twisted tail stirred up a galactic hurricane.

The vast galaxy began to collapse inward, and billions of star fragments roared in the gravitational vortex.

"I once visited Rheafar, a world orbited by five suns. The Supreme Dragon sat in a vortex of stars, alternating day and night, rotating the seasons, and protecting all living things in the galaxy." The young man slowly recalled.

The ink painting conjures a galaxy: a supreme dragon perched at a gravitational singularity, its left claw manipulating the rotation of stars, its right tendril tugging at the inclination of planets—day and night alternate like the rise and fall of a dragon's breath, the four seasons turning like the opening and closing of scales.

"Immortal Revelation... But 'Eternal Power'?" the young man asked.

[The old man casually waved his hand, and the scroll suddenly changed, and the dragon pupil suddenly opened——]

[In the dragon's eyes that spanned the galaxy, blood-red flames burned countless worlds.]

Countless warring races roared within their molten veins. The wreckage of their fleets was but a streak of blood on their irises, and their fleeting lives were but a glimmer of light in the corners of their eyes.

[Power is great, but not immortal.]

"To limit oneself to eternity will only lead to the endless growth of evil. This is the delusion of the ancestor of longevity and plague!" the old man sighed.

"So... immortality is the continuation of the bloodline?" the young man thanked him and continued to ask.

[Several spaceships soar across the starry sea, like the footsteps of young people, constantly exploring the secrets of "immortality."]

The young man recalled, "I too have been to the homeland of the Infino. In a land of white embers, dead dragons wept and rained down fire, causing their offspring to flourish and be reborn, burning forever."

[The ink flows, and a scarlet core beats in the chest, endlessly.]

The wings of the weeping death dragon tear apart the nebula, the dark fire on its chest pulses like a supernova, and its dark scales resemble an endless abyss.