Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

After successfully completing the upgrade to a new form, Zhao Ming's anxious heart could no longer be suppressed, and he wanted to fly back to his warm home immediately.

Leaving home this time was a helpless act, because there was a charming little goblin hiding in his home who could easily disturb his Taoist mind, making it difficult for him to concentrate fully on cultivation no matter what.

When Zhao Ming finally returned to the familiar doorstep of his home, he cautiously reached out and gently pushed the door open, fearing that any sound would alarm the people inside.

However, when he tiptoed into the room, he found Chris Maya wearing a loose pajamas, sitting quietly on the cold floor.

At this moment, she was bare-faced, her usual delicate makeup gone, and she looked rather listless. As the saying goes, women dress to please themselves, and when Zhao Ming wasn't around, she seemed to have lost the interest and motivation to dress up.

At this moment, Zhao Ming had an idea and deliberately coughed. This slight sound was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly breaking the silence in the room.

Upon hearing the voice, Chrismaya whipped her head around. Her previously dull eyes lit up with surprise and excitement the moment she saw Zhao Ming. Without hesitation, she leaped up and rushed towards Zhao Ming like a nimble cheetah.

Then, she opened her arms and hugged Zhao Ming's neck tightly, and her long legs flexibly clamped his waist, like a cute koala, and her whole body was firmly hanging on Zhao Ming.

"You damned scoundrel! What took you so long to come back?" Chrismaya complained, gently biting Zhao Ming's broad shoulder. Her words were filled with longing and resentment for Zhao Ming's long absence.

Zhao Ming smiled helplessly and patted her back gently, "I'm back." Then he carried her to the sofa and sat down.

Maya raised her head, her eyes red, as if she had suffered great injustice. "Don't do this next time. You don't know how worried I am about you."

Zhao Ming reached out and pinched her nose. "Okay, okay, but I've gained a lot this time. My abilities have been completely upgraded."

When Maya heard this, her beautiful eyes lit up instantly, her surprise evident in her eyes. She eagerly asked, "Really? Isn't that even more amazing than before?"

Zhao Ming nodded confidently, staring into Maya's eyes firmly and tenderly, and said slowly: "Of course! My dear, I have been working tirelessly to make myself stronger, because only in this way can I have enough strength to protect the one I love deeply." After that, Zhao Ming gently held Maya's hand, as if to convey this deep affection to her.

Maya was deeply moved by Zhao Ming's sincere words. A warm feeling welled up in her heart, and her eyes moistened slightly. Without hesitation, she stood on tiptoe and offered her delicate red lips.

Their lips touched gently, igniting the fiery passion between them like dry wood meeting a raging fire. They savored the sweetness and warmth of the moment, kissing each other passionately, as if time had stood still.

After a long moment, their lips parted, Maya panted and leaned against Zhao Ming's broad, strong chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Zhao Ming gently stroked Maya's soft hair and began to recount his own thrilling and exciting growth journey.

When Zhao Ming narrated his journey, Maya seemed to be immersed in the extremely powerful and harsh environment created by the magic of nature. It was like struggling forward in a storm, facing numerous difficulties, obstacles and severe challenges, but I never gave up moving forward.

There, Zhao Ming, like a resilient pine tree, relied on his tenacious perseverance and indomitable spirit to swim against the current, gradually mastering and controlling the three astonishing elemental forces of fire, water, and electricity. Every attempt was a struggle to break through my own limits, and every failure became a solid foundation for my success.

Zhao Ming paused for a moment, his mind flashing back to the scorching volcano, the freezing cold, the abyss of the deep sea, and the canyon of powerful lightning! Recalling those unforgettable moments, they played before his eyes like scenes from a movie.

He continued, "However, the journey hasn't been smooth sailing. I've encountered countless hardships and dangers, and endured countless life-or-death trials. But it was these setbacks and tribulations that shaped me into the strong and courageous person I am today. Ultimately, my hard work paid off, and through my unremitting efforts, I finally succeeded in elevating my strength to a whole new level—'King Shenlong Sword Dao'!"

Maya listened quietly to Zhao Ming's narration, her emotions fluctuating as the story unfolded. When she heard about Zhao Ming's unflinching and courageous forge ahead in the face of various difficulties, she couldn't help but be moved, and tears blurred her vision again.

She knew all too well the hard work Zhao Ming had put in to achieve this goal, and the pressure and responsibility he carried. At this moment, Maya's love for the man before her grew even deeper and stronger.

At this moment, Maya suddenly smiled cunningly, leaned close to Zhao Ming's ear and whispered, "In that case, we have to celebrate well tonight." After that, her face turned slightly red.

Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, then he understood what she meant, and his heartbeat quickened. But he still pretended to be calm and said, "You only think about inappropriate things."

Maya pouted, "Hmph, how is this not serious? This is an expression of love." After saying that, she hugged Zhao Ming tightly again. Zhao Ming could only hug her lovingly, feeling the warmth of this moment.

Maya gently hit Zhao Ming's chest and said coquettishly, "How can this be so inappropriate? I just want to be alone with you."

Zhao Ming scratched her nose lovingly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." Just as the two were immersed in the sweet atmosphere, the doorbell suddenly rang.

He stood up in confusion and went to open the door. When the door opened, he saw a group of people wearing strange clothes standing at the door. The leader looked at Zhao Ming with cold eyes!

"Hey, why are you here again? You're not dead yet? Kyrieloids?" Zhao Ming looked at the crowd in front of him, emitting a familiar atmosphere. It turned out to be the streets of Tokyo in 1945 - old acquaintances!

"Hmph, magic user!" The middle-aged man in ancient priest robes, leading the group, raised his chin with an air of arrogance and spoke in a haughty voice, "We can most certainly forgive your rude words just now! We have sought you out today to convey the will of our great god Kyrieloid. We hope you will refrain from interfering with our upcoming operations! If you do so, we, the god, will not pursue any past matters."

In recent days, through observing and collecting data on the immense power that the Dragon Sword Dao could unleash, they had come to the realization that rashly provoking such a powerful new enemy would be unwise. Therefore, they came today to seek peace. However, they were usually arrogant and condescending, so how could they possibly know what submission meant?

"Action? Are you going to continue planning that heinous terrorist attack? Or are you going to use the same old tricks to brainwash those ignorant people? I say, can you guys come up with some new methods? You only know how to play these cheap and despicable tricks all day long. Aren't you bored?" Zhao Ming spat fiercely on the ground, his face full of contempt, and his words were full of undisguised contempt and disdain.

The faces of the Kirieloid people turned pale in an instant, "How dare you offend my God like this, today is the day you die!" After saying that, he waved his hands, and the people behind him surrounded him in a fan shape.

"Such an arrogant tone! In my entire life, no one has ever dared to speak to me like that!" Zhao Ming showed no fear at all. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if mocking the other party's presumptuousness. "Just you? Didn't I scare you last time?"

At this time, Maya also walked out of the house, like a blooming flower, stood beside Zhao Ming, and said coquettishly: "Dear, these guys are causing trouble again."

Last time, the group attempted to kidnap Chris Maya, forcing Zhao Ming to work for them. However, after Zhao Ming's long period of magical instruction, Maya was no longer the powerless and unarmed person she once was. She chanted a patronus spell and summoned the "Holy Light Dragon," Zhao Ming's specially crafted guardian beast. The dragon, like an immovable mountain, held the rat-like kidnappers in check.

Zhao Ming arrived in time like a ghost using the teleportation method. With a flick of his sword, he chopped those radical kidnappers into ashes, leaving no trace of them.

"Little girl, I spared you last time, but you dare to come out this time." The middle-aged priest said viciously.

Zhao Ming, like an indestructible mountain, shielded Maya behind him. His voice boomed like a bell. "If you guys just leave now, I'll still show mercy and pretend nothing happened today. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" A fight here would make too much noise. What if they accidentally demolished my house? Zhao Ming pondered to himself!

"How arrogant!" The Kirieloid people shouted in unison, and then cast blazing fire spells, attacking Zhao Ming and the others like fire dragons with bared fangs and claws.

There was a flash of light in Zhao Ming's hand, and the blue-gold dragon-shaped King God Dragon-Striking Sword and Shield appeared in his left hand like a divine weapon dropped from the sky. He swung his right hand like a gust of wind, drew out the Dragon-Striking Sword, and a sharp sword energy whizzed out like a rainbow piercing the sun, easily blocking the attacks of everyone.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin. I must take the blade of the "Dragon-Slaying Sword" that you used to sacrifice to the King of God!" Zhao Ming's figure flashed like a ghost, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, rushing into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain. The magical sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword slashed through the bodies of the Kirieloid people like a storm. For a while, screams came one after another.

The "King God Dragon-Striking Sword" can inflict enchanted true damage, with astonishing power! Seeing the situation was dire, the middle-aged priest tried to slip away, but Zhao Ming, with a ghostly teleportation, blocked his path.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Under the priest's horrified gaze, Zhao Ming, like a god of war, raised his Dragon-Slaying Sword and unleashed a blast of Holy Light against the spiritual attacks. A shadow of holy light flashed from the Dragon-Slaying Sword, dazzling like the sun. It utterly obliterated the group of enemies, like rats in a gutter, screaming in pain.

After the battle, Zhao Ming, with a solemn expression, picked up his PDI and quickly contacted the Victory Team. His figure appeared on the main screen, and his voice revealed a hint of anxiety: "Captain, the Kirieloids are here. They attacked my home today."

The members of the Victory Team immediately became alert, and Ju Jianhui asked, "Zhao Ming, are you okay?"

Zhao Ming replied, "I'm fine, but they might take other actions. We should pay close attention to social information recently. I suspect they're going to cause trouble again."

The captain said decisively, "Understood. We'll intensify surveillance and patrols, and won't miss any clues. You should also be careful." After hanging up the call, the Victory Team quickly took action. They analyzed various clues and notified the police department to strengthen security in the city.

At the same time, they also issued warnings to the public through the media, reminding everyone to remain vigilant. Unfortunately, for some brain-dead people, it was all useless! Are they angels or demons? Perhaps only when the butcher knife falls will those people wake up.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the dining table, illuminating the sumptuous meal. Zhao Ming put down his cutlery with satisfaction, his stomach filled with the delicious food prepared by Chris Maya. He raised his head and looked across at Chris Maya, his eyes filled with ambiguity.

Chrismaya felt Zhao Ming's gaze, and her face instantly turned red like an apple. She lowered her head, trying to avoid Zhao Ming's gaze, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Zhao Ming looked at her shy look, and an impulse surged in his heart. He stood up, walked to Chrismaya's side, and gently lifted her chin so that she looked at him.

"You're so beautiful," Zhao Ming whispered. Krismaya's face turned even redder, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was expecting something. Zhao Ming lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. Krismaya's body trembled slightly, and her hands tightly grasped Zhao Ming's clothes, responding to his kiss. The kiss lasted for a long time, until both of them were out of breath.

Zhao Ming and Maya were reunited after a brief separation. In this ambiguous atmosphere, their eyes met, as if countless words were flowing between them. Maya's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation, while Zhao Ming's eyes were filled with tenderness.

They walked slowly into the room, each step carefully approaching each other. The atmosphere in the room grew thicker, as if time had stood still at this moment. Zhao Ming gently closed the door and turned to face Maya. The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Maya's heartbeat quickened, and a blush crept across her cheeks. Zhao Ming reached out and gently caressed Maya's face, feeling the softness of her skin. Maya closed her eyes slightly, savoring the warmth of the moment. Zhao Ming's lips slowly approached Maya's, their breaths mingling. Finally, their lips touched, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, as if igniting a blazing flame.

The flame spread like wildfire, enveloping them tightly. Their bodies drew closer like magnets, their embrace tightening like an iron chain. In this intoxicated atmosphere, their emotions, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, ignited with an unstoppable intensity. Everything felt so natural, like a natural progression.

In this silent night, the room was like a cozy love nest, a place for their emotional connection. Here, they forgot all the disturbances of the outside world, immersed themselves in each other's world, and fully vented the endless longing brought by the short separation.