Mythology Management System

The black dragon has black scales all over its body, and its horns are dark gray. At first glance, it is not eye-catching at all.

Now, with the dragon horns held in the black dragon's hands, it seemed to have transformed, its entire body radiating a faint golden glow, appearing exceptionally noble, perfectly realizing a magnificent transformation from an ugly duckling to a swan.

At the same time, a dormant, ferocious aura also emanated from the Dragon Horn Sword, its chilling aura no less than that of the Immortal Guillotine in Wei Zheng's hand, and even slightly superior.

The cyan dragon scale greatsword in the black dragon's hand looked extremely fierce, but it was not a spiritual weapon. It had only undergone a mutation due to being fed with the black dragon's own blood for many years, and it was still a little short of being a spiritual weapon.

The dragon horn sword in his hand was originally a part of his body. It was not only extremely powerful, but also exceptionally easy to use. It was no exaggeration to say that it was the most suitable spiritual weapon for him in the world.

The black dragon held the dragon horn sword in its only remaining right hand, and although it had no hilt, the sword could not harm it in the slightest.

"Wei Zheng!! Prepare to die!!"

Wei Zheng was displeased upon hearing this. "You've gotten addicted to calling my name every day, haven't you? I used to feel a chill several times a day, which might have been the black dragon talking about me from behind."

"Dragon Slayer Technique!"

Without wasting words, Wei Zheng immediately revealed his trump card. Hei Long didn't seem like someone who could sit down and have a proper talk with him; it would be more practical to settle things with fists.

In an instant, a huge phantom of a celestial guillotine appeared above Wei Zheng's head, its target the black dragon.

The Dragon Slayer Technique he used this time was different from the previous one. The previous one was the result of his long preparation, but this time, although the momentum was great, the power was much weaker than before.

"Slash!" Wei Zheng swung his sword down, and the phantom of the Immortal Guillotine behind him also rushed towards the black dragon.

"Ding--"

The dragon horn sword, emitting a faint golden light, collided with the immortal guillotine in Wei Zheng's hand, and the resulting white shockwave easily blew up a layer of soil nearby.

"Wei Zheng!" Black Dragon gritted his teeth, dark red blood dripping from his lips, his body staggering backward as he clashed with Wei Zheng.

Having lost an arm, many of his previous moves and fighting styles are no longer applicable, and he can only use one hand to hold the knife.

Wei Zheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, channeling all his strength into the guillotine, forcing the Black Dragon into an extremely precarious situation.

If he had a choice, Heilong would prefer to wield the knife with both hands, so that he wouldn't have been forced into this situation by Wei Zheng.

But the crucial point is that his arm had already been cut off by Wei Zheng!

"I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!" The black dragon's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was beating strongly, like a war drum.

Wei Zheng looked extremely annoyed. How did he end up arguing with that idiot Black Dragon?! It was clearly a sin committed in his past life, what does it have to do with this one?!

He was incredibly unlucky. More than a decade ago, the Black Dragon saw him for the first time and considered him his lifelong rival.

Wei Zheng also regretted not having personally killed the Black Dragon back then, otherwise so many hidden dangers would not have been left behind.

Alas, I regret it now. If I had known back then that Black Dragon would be so treacherous, I would have risked my life to kill him. Now it's too late.

"Black Dragon, it's time to settle our long-standing feud!" Wei Zheng sneered.

But the man was in love, while the woman was not. Heilong ignored him completely, turning a deaf ear to everything else and only thinking about killing Wei Zheng.

The golden light on the dragon horn sword in the black dragon's hand grew increasingly dazzling, and its moves became more and more vicious.

If he was previously concerned about avoiding injury, now he was solely focused on killing Wei Zheng, even if it meant sacrificing his own life!

"Pah!" Wei Zheng slapped his forehead, looking helpless. This Black Dragon wouldn't listen to him at all; what was the point of saying more?

"Why hasn't his anger surfaced yet?" Fu Jiu was very puzzled. It shouldn't be like this. Wei Zheng had already dislocated one of his arms, and with the anger that had been building up before, his anger should have surfaced long ago.

Dragons' Achilles' heel emerges when their emotions reach their peak, and this applies to anger as well.

Once the black dragon's anger reaches its peak, its reverse scale will naturally emerge.

But now that things have come to this point, the black dragon hasn't even shown any signs of its reverse scales appearing, which is clearly beyond Fu Jiu's expectations.

The black dragon is engaged in a fierce battle with Wei Zheng, and judging from his angry demeanor, it doesn't seem like he's faking it. So, where exactly did things go wrong?

The system's trial mission was to personally kill a fourth-tier cultivator. If the Black Dragon was at full strength, he would only be a sitting duck.

Black Dragon is currently severely injured, having lost most of his strength and is extremely weak.

But don't forget, the system once explained to him that the target of the kill must still maintain the strength of a fourth-tier combatant to pass the test.

Black Dragon's strength has declined due to his injury, dropping from the late stage of the fourth tier to the early stage of the fourth tier.

However, he is still considered to be at the fourth tier of combat strength. If Wei Zheng removes some more parts of him later, it will be too late if his strength drops to the third tier.

According to the system's assessment, once the Black Dragon's combat power drops below the third tier, it's useless to try to kill him; it's only possible while his strength is still at the fourth tier.

Fu Jiu had originally considered cooperating with Wei Zheng to beat the Black Dragon half to death, and then he would directly slit the Black Dragon's throat.

However, this idea was rejected by the system the moment it appeared.

This is a trial, not a children's game. There are no loopholes to exploit.

Black Dragon was fighting Wei Zheng to the death, each move was exceptionally fierce, but Fu Jiu knew that there must be something fishy going on.

Has Heilong never had a chance to kill Wei Zheng in the past ten years or so?

Don't be ridiculous. Even with law enforcement officers keeping them in check, they still fight each other several times a month. They feel uncomfortable if they don't clash for a while.

In their more than ten years of fighting, Heilong certainly had many opportunities to kill Wei Zheng, so why didn't he ever do it?

Moreover, was it really a coincidence that he pulled out the dragon horn sword from his head at the critical moment?

Wei Zheng's Dragon-Slaying Technique is extremely powerful and destructive, and he would never use it lightly within Qingshui City.

They couldn't possibly go to the suburbs for every fight, so when they went all out in the city, they would inevitably cause a lot of damage to buildings. However, there weren't many reports of buildings being extensively damaged in any particular area of ​​Shimizu City.

It's definitely not something someone is covering up; such a huge commotion can't be concealed.

So, does this mean that Heilong and Wei Zheng rarely used their full strength when they fought in Qingshui City?

It's normal for Wei Zheng to have some reservations; does Heilong seem like someone who's afraid of trouble? But the fact that he's showing restraint is rather strange.

Fu Jiu turned his gaze to One-Eyed, who, as one of the most senior members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion, might know something.

"Has Black Dragon ever done anything strange or abnormal?" Fu Jiu asked One-Eyed.

One-Eyed was taken aback, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, "When has Black Dragon ever been normal?"

"Cough cough..." Fu Jiu choked on the one-eyed man's answer. He was right. The black dragon had never been normal from beginning to end.

"No, I mean things that deserve special attention, such as things that Black Dragon is particularly concerned about, except, of course, the matter of fighting with Pavilion Master Wei."

The one-eyed man was bewildered, his eyes sparkling: "Let me think..."

"Um, I think so. A few years ago, the Black Dragon challenged the Heavenly Emperor and became even more ferocious after he came back. Even when the Black Dragon went mad before, it was nowhere near this level now."

"The Heavenly Emperor? Which Heavenly Emperor?" Fu Jiu narrowed his eyes. The various clues in his mind seemed to be connected by a thread in the dark. He couldn't find the source of this thread before, but now he seemed to have some ideas.

The one-eyed man was even more puzzled and said bluntly, "Which Heavenly Emperor could it be?"

"Of course it's the Celestial Emperor, one of the Five Emperors—Haotian!!"