Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue.

Chapter 637 The Empty-Headed Lady
However, the Silver Dragon King was oblivious to the increasingly subtle and eerie atmosphere surrounding her because of her words. She endured the suffocating feeling of her neck being gripped and the Shura Sword hovering above her head, continuing to try and sway those crimson-gold dragon eyes with words:
"Even you... must bow down to those gods in the divine realm who persecute and slaughter our dragon race?" She rarely displayed the wisdom of a dragon god, stirring the crowd with a sorrowful voice, "How pitiful... my brother, how powerful and tyrannical you were once, but now you are left with only a fragmented divine soul, able to eke out a living like a parasite, possessing a lowly dragon..."

"Is that so?" The Golden Dragon King interrupted her, his crimson-gold vertical pupils fixed on the Silver Dragon King. "Then did you mourn for me? Back then, we were separated in two. You escaped, while I was eternally sealed in the dark and sunless years of the Forbidden Land of Gods... When I was besieged by the gods, my physical body was destroyed, and my soul was torn apart... Did you feel even a trace of sadness?"

"Of course!" the Silver Dragon King blurted out almost immediately. Eager to prove her stance and try to win over this powerful ally, her words became frantic. "You and I are one! Only when we are united can the complete Dragon God descend upon the world again and lead the dragon race to revival... Ah!!!"

Her inflammatory words were abruptly interrupted by a sudden, excruciating pain, which turned into a piercing scream.

"It sounds like a case of the rabbit mourning the fox's death." The Golden Dragon King's voice remained calm, yet it contained boundless rage and violence. His claw that was gripping the Silver Dragon King's neck remained motionless, while his other claw precisely pierced into the huge, still unhealed wound on the Silver Dragon King's chest and abdomen, left by the Asura Sword!

The dragon claws raged and tore inside her, churning and tearing at her internal organs and fascia, trying to rip her apart completely from the inside.

"Stop!" Under the indescribable pain, the Silver Dragon King completely lost her mind and composure. She struggled and resisted frantically, her sharp dragon claws scratching and slapping wildly at Mu Xing's body, leaving deep, bone-revealing scratches. Dragon blood splattered, making Mu Xing's body look bloody and covered in wounds.

Since the Golden Dragon King was in control of this body at this moment, the powerful self-healing ability that originally belonged to Mu Xing seemed to have been deliberately suppressed or ignored by him. The hideous wounds were not immediately repaired, but instead completely aroused the ferocity in his bones.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that only this excruciating pain can make him truly feel that he is still alive.

However, in stark contrast to this bloody and brutal scene, the Golden Dragon King's tone remained eerily calm.

The word "calm" seems particularly incongruous and chilling when applied to this madman known for his insanity and destruction, especially when compared to the ever-increasing, horrific wounds on his two dragons.

This extreme contrast caused all the gods present, as well as the ferocious beasts watching in the distance with trepidation, to involuntarily have an absurd illusion—compared to the desperately struggling Silver Dragon King and the calmly violent Golden Dragon King, who is the one truly dominated by madness and violence?
"Star. Shepherd Star."

Seeing the confusion and bewilderment in the Silver Dragon King's eyes due to the excruciating pain and chaos, the Golden Dragon King even kindly offered a reminder. At the same time, his dragon claws, which were ravaging her body, temporarily stopped.

“Her name,” he added, “have you forgotten?”

Having gained a brief respite, the Silver Dragon King was in excruciating pain, her thoughts incoherent and her voice broken, yet she remained as arrogant and reckless as ever:

"So what...so what? The name of an unknown nobody...why should we, the noble half of the Dragon God, remember it? You wouldn't...ah!"

Before her question could be fully uttered, the Golden Dragon King's claws, which had paused briefly, struck again. The claws, withdrawn from their wounds, clenched into fists and slammed solidly into the Silver Dragon King's already battered chest and abdomen, hurling back her unfinished words along with fragments of his internal organs. While everyone else silently watched this unskilled, purely brutal display of strength and cruelty in the dragon race's internal conflict, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion suddenly moved. She nimbly leaped to the edge of the battlefield, stood upright, and gently nudged Di Tian, ​​who had silently appeared sometime earlier, with her fluffy head.

After becoming a god, she shared the abilities of the God of Emotions with Huo Yuhao, making her perception of emotions extremely acute. At this moment, she could clearly sense that Di Tian was shrouded in a sorrow that almost overwhelmed him.

It wasn't the horrific sight of the dragon gods' demise fighting each other that struck him, but rather a more complex sense of desolation and despair, akin to the saying "the greatest sorrow is the death of the heart."

It turns out that all of Silver Dragon King's previous knowledge and judgments about the divine realm were based on her own wild guesses and imagination!
He knew the Silver Dragon King had amnesia, but he didn't expect it to be so severe.

You can't even remember a single name?

Fortunately... fortunately, the new king he chose to serve was reliable enough.

"How could she forget?!" Even so, Di Tian still found it hard to let go.

After all, not everyone can easily discard sunk costs. This means he's worked for hundreds of thousands of years for nothing, even though he did nothing, because the Silver Dragon King told him:

Just wait.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of several ferocious beasts nearby. The beasts stared at the clearly distraught Di Tian, ​​bewildered. Even the Emerald Swan, Bi Ji, who was being carefully supported by Zi Ji, cast a confused glance. They couldn't understand why the Silver Dragon King's attitude would cause Di Tian such grief.

It seems that the root of everything points to Mu Xing's true name. Although these ferocious beasts couldn't understand why Mu Xing initially used the name "Shadow," it now appears there's more to it than meets the eye.
"Ah, this..." Ji Dong's expression was somewhere between bewilderment and utter speechlessness, even though he had only just learned this information from the main body. "Did the Dragon God personally name this?"

Nobody? Is that something a half-dragon god should say? You're making it easy for others to misunderstand you as a freak or someone who's been possessed!
The ferocious beasts looked at each other in bewilderment. Even Xiong Jun, who was relatively simple-minded, could understand where Di Tian's sudden collapse and grief came from.

The mighty Dragon God was twice humiliated by his own half, which represented wisdom and reason, in a short period of time.

Fortunately, he was now defeated by the other half of the Dragon God—the Golden Dragon King, who represents absolute power and the will to destroy.

Guys, I never expected there to be a sequel to this boxing incident. Those weird characters don't look like Chinese at all, meow. If you're curious, you can check out the latest book review section. I'm really at my wit's end.