Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

The Yamata no Orochi's short and thin lower limbs were definitely its fatal flaw. After being knocked down, it didn't even have time to figure out how to turn over and fight back.

Cao Han raised his two front paws and stomped heavily on the junction of the neck and body. After controlling the opponent's movements, he used his blood-red maw, which had been ready for a long time, to bite down on the middle head with all his might.

The terrifying bite force resulting from a body strength of "14976" points is something the newly born White King cannot withstand.

God's pale scales were easily torn open like butter being cut by a hot knife, splattering large amounts of blood. After the flesh was torn open, short, pale vertebrae were exposed.

The excruciating pain instantly aroused the god's bloodthirsty nature. Apart from the head that Cao Han had bitten hard, the remaining seven heads each sought out vital parts of Cao Han's body and opened their bloody maws to launch an attack.

The damage caused, however, was somewhat disappointing to God.

Apart from the relatively fragile wing membrane and wing bone being damaged, the rest of the wing was virtually unscathed.

If you only look at the color of the scales, you might think that the two giant beasts are family, as their scales are both pale white, but their hardness is completely different.

In particular, the two skulls that were aimed at the vital parts of the neck actually kicked a steel plate; even with all their might, the sharp and terrifying teeth could only slightly break through the scales.

That's it? !

Is this all the legendary White King is capable of?!

Cao Han, feeling the damage to his body, would probably have burst out laughing if he hadn't been biting one of the heads in his mouth.

He was on high alert and went all out from the start, giving his opponent no chance whatsoever.

In terms of sheer size and imposing presence, he was indeed more formidable than Odin had ever been, but in reality, he was all show and no substance, a complete weakling who would shatter at the slightest touch!

If Cao Han could easily discover this fact, how could the White King not know it?

No matter how hard it is to accept, this is an indisputable fact!

Having finally returned to the world with great difficulty through numerous means, He was unwilling to accept defeat at the hands of a lowly third-generation being.

If the physical body isn't enough, use the power of words to make up for it.

The intense physical pain finally reminded the White King of his authority as a god.

Words of Power: Royal Authority!

A strange mental fluctuation appeared, and then a terrifying gravity dozens of times stronger instantly acted on Cao Han.

All I can say is that the enraged White King made a truly terrible move!

He forgot that Cao Han had the entire dragon "riding" on his body, and the sudden increase in gravity was equivalent to indirectly affecting him.

boom!

The massive dragon body, which was already lying on the ground, was pressed down hard onto the seabed again by gravity, making it look as if its body was forcibly embedded in the ground. Its already inflexible body became even more difficult to move.

Of the Words of Power that the White King possesses, only a few high-risk Words of Power remain that have the ability to break through impasses.

The Word of Power: Black Sun can create an effect similar to a black hole. The downside is that once released, it cannot be controlled and can damage both friend and foe.

In this situation, the gods have a better option.

The Word of Power, Judgment, with a serial number as high as 111!

The reason why the White King is the White Emperor, who is above the four monarchs and below the Black King, lies in the fact that he controls judgment!

The scope of "judgment" is the range of His spiritual perception. Within the scope of judgment, one can inflict both spiritual and physical harm on the target with a single thought.

Anyone who is mentally inferior to the one who releases the opponent can achieve a killing effect.

Before the White King, who has mastered the spiritual authority of the Fifth Element, who dares to say that their spirit can surpass His?

Millions of years ago, in the age of gods and demons, the Black King ruled the world by destiny and enslaved all races in the name of God, while the White King assisted him as a priest and annihilated all those who defied God in the name of divine retribution.

In that era of dual rule, even the four tyrannical monarchs dared not easily provoke war.

And this "name of divine retribution" refers to the Word Power: Judgment.

Logically speaking, a normal third-generation being would definitely face certain death if they encountered the Word of Power: Judgment. However, Cao Han was not a normal third-generation being.

With the help of Tongzi, the body and soul achieved a perfect ratio of "2:1". The soul strength of "7488" points might have been shaken if it were during the White King's most prosperous period.

In other words, it can only be said that the White King, who hastily revived his nascent form, unfortunately encountered Cao Han, his "natural enemy".

Under the control of the judicial system, the ancient city, reduced to ruins, became the best weapon.

The seemingly ordinary pebbles gave off an unparalleled sharpness, instantly transforming into a peerless stream of light that sliced ​​towards Cao Han's body.

While it can't inflict soul damage similar to a "killing" effect, the physical damage it inflicts should not be underestimated.

Even Cao Han could feel a great threat. In an instant, he understood his opponent's idea of ​​"besieging Wei to rescue Zhao," which was nothing more than hoping to force him to retreat by threatening this attack.

The White King, accustomed to being high and mighty, underestimated Cao Han's combat wisdom and ruthlessness!

Cao Han immediately used his tattered wings to cover his vital area around his neck. Instead of retreating, he gripped the dragon head tightly around the neck and pulled with all his might...

One out of eight!

One of the White King's heads was violently torn off by Cao Han, and the splattered blood instantly stained his pale dragon scales.

The pain of decapitation is just as excruciating as losing a finger for an ordinary person!

Having dealt with one head, the gaping maw set its sights on the second head beside it.

The onslaught of the judgment attacks also continuously slashed deep, bone-revealing wounds into Cao Han's dragon body, a form of torture akin to being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces.

As the battle progressed, the White King realized that his opponent would not give him any time or space to catch his breath.

The bloodshed and pain stirred up the brutality within His dragon bloodline.

The battle has now entered its bloodiest and most primal, intense phase.

The key to victory lies in which side can withstand the damage first!

Did Cao Han bite off all eight of the White King's heads first, or did the White King's Judgment Attack slice Cao Han to pieces...?

Chapter 90 The Barking of a Loser

"Guluuluulu..."

"Long legs, long legs, calling for long legs~"

"Guluuluulu..."

"What are you talking about? Are you drowning?"

Su Enxi's tone was full of schadenfreude. Despite the fact that the opposite side, Jiu De Mai, seemed to be drowning, she actually trusted her "boss" quite a bit.

With the "boss's" buff, Mai Shude's Word of Power: Netherworld can be upgraded to the superior Word of Power: Vajra Realm in a short time.

The Vajra Realm, derived from the Buddhist concept of Vajra, refers to the lower realm that protects the Dharma and safeguards sentient beings from demonic interference. After releasing the power of words, it can bestow upon the releaser a protective barrier that is impervious to all laws and evil.

Mai Shude, tumbling and rolling on the seabed more than 8,000 meters deep, felt as if she had fallen into a washing machine. In such a dizzying state, finding something to hold onto was extremely difficult.

She used to not quite understand the meaning of the Chinese idiom "when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer," but now she understands it firsthand.

Two colossal beasts, seemingly from a prehistoric era, were fighting, and she became an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

God knows exactly how far they were carried by the relentless shockwaves.

His constantly flailing hands suddenly grabbed a protruding rock and finally stabilized his body.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Mai Shude, with her excellent professional ninja instincts, immediately began to observe her surroundings.

It appears to be located in a deep-sea trench, where the ruined ancient city has long since been reduced to dust by the astonishing destructive power of the two giant beasts.

Half of it fell into the lava of the underwater volcano, while the other half, under the control of divine judgment, was transformed into a weapon to attack the opponent and shattered into dust in the air.

The surge of water carried her at least a thousand meters away. In Mai Shude's vision, she could only vaguely see the head of the Yamata no Orochi raised, and hear its mournful roars.

"A real man is a real man. Even in his physical form, he's incredibly strong, ridiculously strong!"

"What do you mean?" Su Enxi asked hurriedly, finally hearing human speech.

"It means... a fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken. A newly born god is like a humiliated little wife in front of a strong man. He may look fierce and show his teeth and claws, but in reality, he can only cause damage similar to a fingernail scratch."

As expected of someone chosen to come to the front lines as a "war correspondent" to report on the situation, Mai Shutoku is quite adept at describing things.

Anyway, her best friend Su Enxi could roughly imagine the scene from the other party's description. From this perspective, the White King God's prestige had plummeted, and it sounded like old women fighting.

"By the way, I have good news and bad news. Long Legs, which do you want to hear first?"

"Speak your mind, or shut up!"

Saketoku Mai, barely suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, said somewhat impatiently.

She was in the midst of a fierce battle, her mind racing with thoughts of how to get closer to the battlefield so she could observe the fight between the two giant beasts.

Unnoticed by anyone, Su Enxi chuckled. Knowing the temperament of the long-legged woman, she didn't care at all and continued, "This little Japan is so lively now, all kinds of hunks and old crooks are gathered here, many of them are our 'old acquaintances'."

Because of the fact that the "little devil" Lu Mingze had made a private deal with Principal Angers regarding Lu Mingfei's upbringing, they could be considered old acquaintances.

Besides, the old cunning "crown prince" is restless and wants to stir up trouble. Choosing to share Lenin's information at this time shows his ulterior motives.

And then there's Herzog, the schemer who's been hiding within the Snake Clan for years, plus their healer squad...

Wow~ How could tiny Japan possibly gather so much power?

What Su Enxi didn't know was that there was another group of "half-blooded monarchs" whose power she was unaware of but which was equally formidable, lurking among them.

The Word of Power: Vajra Realm can only be used as a last resort to save one's life.

Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price; advancing one's Word of Power requires one's bloodline to cross that safety line.

While gaining power, it can also lead to instability in one's bloodline, causing phenomena such as dragonification to occur, etc.

In the deep sea, a person's small size is sometimes not a bad thing. At least Mai Shude found that she could hide in some crevices to withstand the surging water currents.

Then, after things calmed down a bit, we continued to move forward.

Not long after, the two colossal beasts, whose battle had reached a fever pitch, reappeared in sight.

Cao Hanlong's body was covered with a crisscrossing network of hideous and terrifying wounds. His originally pale scales were now completely stained red with blood, including his own blood, but mostly the blood that sprayed out like rain from the wounds on the severed head of the god.

Jiude Mai took a closer look.

One, two, three, four!

The most primitive battles are this violent and bloody. In such a short time, Cao Han's godhood had already transformed from the eight-headed serpent into the four-headed serpent.

If you look closely, you can see that granulation tissue is constantly emerging from the fracture site of the skull, which is the regenerative ability of the Word of Power: Orochi at work.

On the other side, Cao Han's regenerative abilities were equally impressive, and he even seemed to have the upper hand.