This isn't a souls-like game at all.

Xia Zuo was stunned. He never expected that the high and mighty messenger of the prototype of life would one day be reduced to the point of fleeing in panic like a defeated dog.

"Your Excellency, please follow me."

Xia Zuo reacted and hurriedly walked towards the heavy stone door on the right side of the platform.

Then Xia Zuo activated the mechanism and opened the door. Waves of angry dragon roars accompanied by the sound of flames came into his ears.

"That roar belongs to the Rainbow Horned Dragon!"

Ye Yiyi's expression changed, and he slipped out of the door and came to an open-air stone corridor.

Outside the corridor is an extremely spacious, giant egg-shaped cavity, with a mountain-like gray coral standing in the center of the cavity.

With the gray as the background, there were two figures, one black and one white, in the air, colliding back and forth in the black flames and cold air.

Ye Yiyi looked up and saw the black flames being extinguished by the cold air. A dragon man with rainbow horns on his head and shining light grabbed the lotus-faced messenger's neck and lifted him into the air.

"no, do not want……"

The prototype of life, Osukopoulos, had his roots and limbs all severed, leaving only his upper body intact. He was now begging in sorrow.

"Forgive me... spare my life, I... I am willing to serve you as my master! Please... please don't take my power! Please!!!"

"Roar!!"

"don't want!!"

The rainbow-horned dragon roared angrily, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the lotus burning with black flames in one gulp amid the messenger's screams.

"Ah this..."

Ye Yiyi looked at the Rainbow Horned Dragon and casually waved his hand, throwing the headless corpse to the ground like garbage, his face blank.

Is this... gone?

The rainbow-horned dragon that was chewing the messenger's head seemed to sense something at this moment. It turned its head and looked over, meeting Ye Yiyi's eyes from a distance in the corridor.

The Rainbow Horned Dragon swallowed the food in its mouth, then raised the corners of its mouth, revealing a strange smile.

"Thank you for taking care of my son, Kingslayer."

A vast and ancient voice came from the mouth of the rainbow-horned dragon. Xia Zuo's body trembled, his pupils constricted, and he showed an expression of disbelief.

"This voice, this voice...how is it possible?"

Ye Yiyi looked at the light curtain flying towards him with an expressionless face, and it turned into a long blood strip in front of his eyes.

"Through his eyes, I saw the power you wield, Kingslayer."

The Rainbow Horned Dragon spoke softly, stretched out his hand and pointed sideways, and lacquer flames gathered out of thin air and turned into a spear in the dragon's claws.

"Although it seems immature, it is not impossible to use it to kill the king..."

It spread its dragon wings on all four sides, and the four forces of thunder and lightning, cold air, lacquer flames, and strong winds flowed freely, wrapping around its body and then turning into a hideous horny armor.

"In that case, let me test your quality..."

As the health bar filled the groove, ten large characters appeared above the health bar.

[Entangled with the Body of the Deity, the Dragon of the King]

The Dragon King smiled, raised his right hand forward, and hooked his palm.

“… Let’s polish it to perfection!”

Chapter 595 Fighting.

"Has the King's Dragon...descended upon that body?"

Ye Yiyi lowered his eyes and glanced at the name on the blood bar, then looked up expressionlessly.

The king held a spear made of lacquer flames in one hand and had the other hand behind his back. He was wearing horn armor made of white jade. Four wings stretched out behind his back, and the four forces of wind, fire, thunder and ice flowed smoothly. His movements were graceful and his momentum was magnificent.

How could it look like the furious and rampant beast that the Rainbow Horned Dragon looked like?

If he was really the dragon king, then the ambitious lotus-faced messenger's death was not unjust.

Even if you are the son of immortal life and the messenger of the ultimate life prototype, what does it matter?

Even the ancient saints can only kneel before the king!

After coming to this world, Ye Yiyi had thought countless times about what kind of mood and feeling he would have when he really faced the strongest people in this world, the ancient kings.

He thought about a lot, and indulged in his imagination almost every sleepless day and night.

When you meet those living kings who are not just game data, what should you say, what actions should you take, and how should you challenge them?

But after seeing this vast yet tormented border land.

After witnessing those neighboring creatures who restarted civilization in the ruins of war and survived tenaciously under the disaster of destruction hanging over their heads, they were eye-catching and distinctive.

After witnessing the vast sea of ​​stars where dangers and disasters roam rampant, and the endless cosmic graveyard where all living things are born and die.

At this moment, his heart was as calm as water, without a single ripple.

The so-called king is not some game character that people talk about with relish, nor is he some steep peak that cannot be climbed.

It was simply another enemy blocking his way.

Ye Yiyi drew out a plain and heavy sword, put it on his back, and his body broke free from the constraints of gravity, rose into the air, and flew forward.

“Your Excellency!”

Xia Zuo, who was standing by, suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at Ye Yiyi's back nervously and hurriedly, and asked in a worried voice.

"Your Excellency! Please wait, that voice... could it be His Highness Tian Gu?"

"Go back, Xia Zuo."

Ye Yiyi did not answer directly, but turned her head and spoke calmly.

"Remember to close the door. The battle between me and that prince will probably be intense, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"..."

Xia Zuo suddenly froze.

He never thought that Ye Yiyi still cared about his life and death at this time.

But he didn't deny it, so doesn't that mean that the dragon is really His Majesty Tiangu Rex?

Thinking back to when he first met the Saint of the Cursed Hall, Xia Zuo found her words about being an unknown hero extremely ridiculous.

How can a mortal challenge the king?

Even a hero can't do this kind of thing.

Did His Majesty the Heavenly Creator pull these people, who should have died peacefully, out of their graves just for such a ridiculous reason?

Therefore, he rejected the saint without hesitation, chose to conceal his identity, and live in this era as an ordinary person.

But now, he really met someone who dared to challenge the king, a person who was walking on the road of heroism.

"But... why?"

Xia Zuo stared blankly at Ye Yiyi's back and murmured.

"Because some things have to be done by someone."

Ye Yiyi answered softly.

"I, I don't understand..."

"You've finally lived again, so you should at least give your life an ordinary yet happy ending, right?"

Ye Yiyi raised his eyes and looked at the king dragon that was quietly floating in the same place, looking at this side with interest.

"It would be tragic if you died in war again... but at least someone came to save you this time."

Ye Yiyi waved his hand and flew forward, leaving Xia Zuo standing there in a daze.

"Ready?"

The Dragon King twirled the lacquer-flame spear in his hand, a smile on his lips that was unclear whether it was a mocking or praising one.

Ye Yiyi did not answer, but just clenched his fists. The divine force field brought invisible power to his body, and he suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

"You're so arrogant that you don't even need a weapon?"

The Dragon King frowned slightly, seeming dissatisfied.

He turned the lacquer flame spear forward and extended the tip of the spear at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

In Ye Yiyi's eyes, the figure of the King Dragon instantly became extremely majestic.

The king's aura pressed down like a tsunami.

The air suddenly became sticky, as if an invisible hand was pulling Ye Yiyi's body, hindering his progress.

The pitch-black spear tip burning with flames seemed to have turned into a scorching sun, highlighting its presence against the gray background, making it impossible to ignore.

Ye Yiyi felt the pressure descending upon his spirit.

His thoughts became slow, his spirit became weak, and his eyelids seemed to be tied with huge stones, as if forcing him to close his eyes and wait peacefully for death to come.

But the Dragon King did not do anything unnecessary. He just calmly stabbed out a shot.

But that shot carried the true nature of the King Dragon.

It is a product that blends the experiences, emotions, thoughts and will of the Ancient Dragon King.

When one reaches the level of a king, there is no need to rely on specific techniques to release one's true nature.

These things have long been integrated into their every move, and even in ordinary attacks, they carry the power of a king.

That is the majestic power of heaven, which even gods cannot resist.

But Ye Yiyi remained calm and composed, as if the mighty power of heaven was just a breeze blowing towards him.

The "Spirit that surpasses all emotions" was quietly released, sublimating his true spirit.

The body, which was already one with the soul, now integrated skills, all things and miracles into one.

"what?"

The Dragon King let out a light exclamation as he noticed the changes in Ye Yiyi.

But at this moment, Ye Yiyi had already deflected the lacquer flame spear he had thrust out, and his body, flying at high speed, had already brought his iron fist with enormous force close to the king's cheek.

"As expected of the Kingslayer!"

There was a look of satisfaction in the eyes of the Dragon King. If he couldn't even withstand the might of the King, then what qualifications did he have to punch the King?

The pitch-black gale gathered quietly and turned into a high-speed whirlwind in front of Ye Yiyi's iron fist.

The fist armor collided with the strong wind at an extremely high frequency, splashing sparks and emitting a sharp sound of metal friction.

The power carried by the iron fist was completely consumed by the whirlwind, and it was like a vortex, sucking his right hand tightly into it, making it impossible for him to retract it.

This is an extremely high-level power control skill. The King Dragon's control over power far exceeds that of the Rainbow Horned Dragon by several dimensions, and also exceeds Ye Yiyi's imagination. It can exert unimaginable power in an incredible form.

The next moment, the vortex suddenly reversed, the atmosphere trembled and collided violently, and the high-speed flowing air turned into a shock wave out of thin air, spreading towards Ye Yiyi's body with his right palm as the center.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

The powerful impact force acted on Ye Yiyi, as if to knock him away.

But the characteristics of the Divine Power and Dominant God took effect, and Ye Yiyi's body floating in the air did not move at all, as if it was anchored in this space and time.

The divine force field deflected the incoming force, and the ripples in the air brushed past Ye Yiyi's body and flew away, smashing the egg-shaped temple wall, like an invisible giant knife tearing a huge gap.

"Boom!"

Xia Zuo leaned his back against the tightly closed stone door, but he could still feel the violent shaking of the temple passing through his body along his back.

The temple built specifically for immortal life was extremely strong, but it was still on the verge of destruction in the aftermath of the attack.

The power of the king is beyond ordinary people's cognition, and even foreign gods and giant beasts from the starry sky can be easily killed.

Therefore, the people of the countries on land also secretly worship the king as a belief.

Unless it is another king, who would dare to challenge the king?

Xia Zuo swallowed hard, held his hands in front of his cheeks, and prayed anxiously for Ye Yiyi.

"Bah!"