On the island where the Whale’s Mouth tunnel was located, Li Qingping and the five mbers of the Royal Court Team crushed the generational-level stories in their hands.
At the sa mont, six strands of orange light flickered and vanished in mid-air.
The twilight that enveloped the garden was swept away by a wild wind, and the sky above the garden was as clear as if washed by water. The silhouette of a colossal red dragon soared instantly into the sky, its dragon eyes, forged from furious flas, gleaming brightly.
Its scales opened and closed like clapping castanets, spewing out hot steam from the gaps. Wings, turbulent like embers, unfurled from its back, casting a vast shadow over the island.
With a piercing sound, a towering giant tower suddenly descended from the sky, crashing onto the dragon’s body.
Li Qingping stood at the center of the island, enveloped by the massive dragon’s shadow. Its enormous dragon claws braced against the descending Tower of Babel.
Raging flas swept out from the dragon’s tail, engulfing the entire world, joining with its claws to et the giant tower overhead. The tower body was flipped onto the ground, carving out a trench with a radius of several dozen ters, deeply embedded into the earth.
Yet, four more generational-level stories followed. The Titanic rose from the ground; the Night Parade of Hundred Demons beat gongs and drums, sweeping over from the skies. Behind the ghostly crowd, the massive silhouette of Orochi roared towards the heavens. The Sword in the Stone in Laine’s hand radiated golden ripples. A gigantic teor descended from the sky, and the heat in the air rose rapidly.
The Red Dragon roared, opening its massive mouth and unfurling its wings to charge towards the looming shadow of the Ghost Ship.
The dragon’s tail swept from the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The furious flas surged out like a tornado, sweeping over and devouring the drum-beating ghosts, and then evaporating the seawater beyond the island.
But the next second, a fiery teor descended from the sky, transforming into an unprecedented explosion.
The entire world dimd at that mont, as if returning to the primordial darkness of the world’s beginning.
The Red Dragon collided with the charging Titanic and Orochi, using its last seconds to shield its head with its enormous wings, trying to block the teor fragnts that burst apart like a torrential downpour.
Laine, holding the Sword in the Stone, stamped forward, traversing like a gale through the giant entities on the island.
He crossed the collapsing Tower of Babel, using the tower body as a springboard to leap towards the Titanic, vaulting over the cracked deck, and with a stomp on the leaning mast, launched himself forward, finally leaping towards the Red Dragon that shielded its head with its wings. In the oncoming gale, threads of furious flas danced. Laine swept up his white robe to shield against the curtain of flas.
In the instant he pierced through the fiery curtain, he raised his hand high, slashing out with the Sword in the Stone!
The golden sword light rippled forward, vanishing in a flash, and after a brief, eerie silence, a neat crack suddenly appeared on the dragon wing that was already riddled with holes from the teor’s strike.
Imdiately following a "ka" sound, the crack expanded like a fractured canyon, and the gigantic wing broke off, irrepressibly collapsing downwards! As if a collapsing skyscraper plumting to earth, the huge dragon wing crashed onto the island, creating a thunderous crater.
The remnants of flas on the dragon wing eroded the vast land completely, turning it into a purgatory-like charred black.
The Red Dragon, losing a wing, slowly raised its head, and the Sword in the Stone pierced directly into its right eye, penetrating its pupil. The furious roar of the dragon echoed throughout heaven and earth.
Laine stepped onto the dragon’s fierce brow ridge, pulled out the Sword in the Stone, and his body shot backwards.
Amidst the overwhelming siren sound, all the gears of the Titanic turned, and like a high-speed train, it crashed unreservedly into the dragon’s claws, completely crushing its right paw along with its right limb.
In the Night Parade queue, Orochi roared towards the heavens, and from the bloody mouths of its eight heads, deadly venom spurted simultaneously, piercing through the dim fla curtain, splashing onto the dragon’s head, seeping into its hollow right eye socket.
Then, the venom flowed into every vein and blood vessel of the dragon. Red Dragon’s massive body stead under the venom’s corrosion, layer upon layer of its scales disintegrating.
The Titanic toppled the dragon onto the ground, and the siren sound intertwined with the earthquake-like reverberations.
Laine, holding the Sword in the Stone, stepped forward like a cannonball, long hair flying, golden eyes gleaming brilliantly in the shadow. He growled as he descended from the sky, slicing off the Red Dragon’s other wing.
The other broken wing crashed heavily into the ground, collapsing thunderously beside Li Qingping. He looked up, his expression sternly observing the sky above the Red Dragon.
Finally, another teor descended once more, shrieking intensely, exploding with terrifying heat. Torrential downpour-like teor fragnts rained down, ravaging every limb of the Red Dragon. In an instant, the dragon’s body was riddled with scars, impossible to find a single intact piece.
From an outsider’s perspective, from the very beginning, this was a battle without suspense. Perhaps calling it a "lingchi" execution would be more appropriate...
Cezar was tossed onto the Christmas Sled by Li Qingping. The hot wind sweeping the world blew with a few fire sparks against his back, lifting his white hair high.
He knew he must find Yaguba; no one else could save Li Qingping’s life. So at that mont, in order not to beco a burden to Li Qingping, he embarked without hesitation, riding the sled towards the horizon.
No matter how loud the commotion behind him, Cezar never looked back. He couldn’t tell if he didn’t want to look back or... didn’t dare to, fearing he might not be able to restrain his impulse, burdening Li Qingping.
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