Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

The raging flames were reflected in Ying Zheng's pupils.

Norton stood in front of Constantine, a ball of flame still emanating a terrifying heat from his right palm.

Ying Zheng: "Normally, shouldn't these Death Servants be afraid of you and keep their distance when they sense your bloodline?"

Norton: "My brother and I have deliberately concealed our bloodline to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

Ying Zheng glanced at Jormungandr.

Jormungandr: "Haha, my brother and I are too."

Ying Zheng: "Then you don't need to hold back anymore. Just let your bloodline radiate and scare these dead servants away."

“Oh,” Jormungandr nodded, “Good.”

Her eyes suddenly changed; her originally brownish-yellow pupils instantly turned a bright yellow.

A terrifying dragon's might spread out, and within a 50-meter radius, all the Death Servants retreated like a tide without the slightest hesitation.

Despite being a mixed-race individual, Ying Zheng was not interested in such a dragon king bloodline.

Chen Motong is the same.

With only short white hair, Shudeya felt her legs go weak. It was the first time she had faced the overwhelming pressure of a dragon king-level bloodline at such close range, and even breathing became difficult.

The oppressive aura emanating from Jormungandr temporarily shielded pedestrians on the surrounding asphalt streets from the threat of Deadpool's claws.

The Dragon King wouldn't care too much about the lives or deaths of the humans fleeing through these streets.

Ying Zheng was the same.

I just find these Deadpools attacking randomly a bit troublesome.

The survivors, who still possessed some mobility, felt no gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

Some of them ran towards the Kassel College personnel, since those enforcers were armed with firearms.

Some ran towards Ye Jingchen and his group, since these masked guys didn't have a single Death Servant by their side, which meant they were definitely not simple.

Ying Zheng watched as these people rushed towards him, his face remaining completely expressionless.

Jormungandr approached Ying Zhengdao and said, "Holy Lord, should I drive them away?"

Ying Zheng shook his head and looked at the smoke that filled the city. "There's no need. We can just avoid these survivors."

Let's figure out where these Deadpools came from first.

As Ying Zheng spoke, a red light flashed in his left eye, transforming into a black vortex that distorted space, engulfing Norton and the others, and they disappeared from the spot.

People were gathering in the direction of Ying Zheng, wanting to ask him some questions.

Seeing Ying Zheng and his group suddenly disappear, they were at a loss for what to do.

Those Dead Servants with keen senses, upon realizing that Jormungandr's dragon bloodline had disappeared, acted like lurking beasts.

They crawled closer and closer to the survivors, step by step.

The survivors: "..."

Ying Zheng led Norton and the others to the top of a building sheltered from the wind.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky, and a huge dragon-like creature slowly descended.

It landed on the banks of the Yangtze River.

Those two light blue, scale-like bat-shaped wings fluttered through the air.

It exudes a strong aura of darkness, and is none other than the nemesis of the King of Bronze and Fire—the King of Ocean and Water.

“Norton, I know you’re nearby,” the King of the Ocean and Water said in a deep, cold voice. “This time, you can’t escape.”

Ying Zheng stood at the edge of the rooftop, turned to look at Norton, and asked:

"Is this thing the king of the ocean and water? It doesn't look like it."

Norton: "It's all show and no substance; I don't sense a single familiar feeling about it."

This is blasphemy against the Dragon King.

A flash of anger crossed Norton's eyes. He exchanged a glance with Constantine, and the two brothers understood each other perfectly. At the same time, they activated the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame and attacked the King of the Ocean and Water.

The King of the Ocean and Water swung his enormous claws, stirring up towering waves in an attempt to withstand Norton and Constantine's fiery attacks.

The fireball struck the wall of water, instantly creating a thick fog along the riverbank!

White steam billows in!

Twelve bronze lamps suddenly lit up in the fog.

The ancient lanterns floating on the river outline the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos, and each flame leaps with the hexagrams of the "Lianshan Yi".

The moment Norton's King Flame touched the lamp array, it transformed into a flowing bronze solution and plunged into the river—this was the alchemical matrix that King Wen used when divination the Eight Trigrams!

"Something's wrong!" Constantine suddenly grabbed his brother's wrist. "There's blood and mercury mixed in the flames..."

Norton: "That's the blood flowing in the veins of Jiang Ziya's descendants."

Since ancient times, when facing a wave, the left side always loses.

The two brothers, the King of Bronze and the King of Fire, unleashed their terrifying two incantations, the King's Flame, like a double helix of DNA, which crashed into the King of Ocean and the King of Water.

Norton: "Death to the blasphemer!"

Before he could finish speaking, the fake Dragon King's body exploded.

Tens of thousands of bronze scales reassembled in mid-air, eventually forming Zhou Mingrui's sinister face.

Inside this secret chamber, where the Zhou family patriarch was meticulously plotting to strengthen the Jiang family's power, the lingering image of the half-withered, half-flourishing World Tree was now reflected in his pupils.

"A fake is still a fake." The black vortex in Ying Zheng's left eye suddenly spun counter-clockwise, and the bronze scales instantly froze in mid-air.

"But to be able to create a dragon blood puppet to this extent... it still has some research value."

Ye Jingchen's figure suddenly appeared on the riverbank.

He was standing on the illusory image of the Hetu Luoshu, and in his hand he was carrying the bronze box from the Zhou family's secret chamber.

Black asphalt-like substance seeped from the gaps in the box lid, and the river water instantly boiled where it dripped, with countless Deadpool remains floating to the surface.

"Zhou Mingrui, excellent methods." Ye Jingchen lightly tapped the box, and the bronze echo resonated in sync with the roar of the fake dragon king. "Feeding the dragon-shaped puppet with fragments of the Black King's eggshell, then secretly replacing it with the Jiang family's mercury as a bloodline disguise..."

Suddenly, as the light blue dragon scales cracked, the inner mechanical gears were revealed on Zhou Mingrui's illusory face.

His vocal cords emitted a vibrato like a bronze chime:

"You don't understand! This is about saving the world! Only by seizing the power of the dragons and exterminating these dragon kings can we, the hybrids, truly take control of this world!"

Before he could finish speaking, all twelve bronze lamps suddenly exploded, and the oil inside flowed out, turning into blood-red vines that wrapped around the surrounding dead servants.

Each of the entangled Deadpools opened its mouth, vibrated its vocal cords, and emitted a peculiar roar! It was as if it were chanting!

Jormungandr suddenly let out a painful dragon roar.

Shallow, menacing bone spurs protruded from her back, and the mural of the Bronze City appeared in her golden eyes—in the painting, the White King was stabbing an alchemical dagger into the Black King's egg, and the style of the dagger was exactly the same as the bronze box in Ye Jingchen's hand!

"So it was you!" Norton's royal flames suddenly turned dark gold, and the scene of the Battle of Muye appeared in the flames:

Jiang Ziya handed the bronze box to King Wen, and the black mist that floated out of the box transformed into the fake Dragon King of today.

Norton: "Three thousand years ago, your Zhou family was secretly plotting to seize the Dragon King's power."

Ying Zheng suddenly grabbed Norton's shoulder.

The white king mark between his brows shone like a crescent moon, dispelling all the surrounding gray mist:

"Now is not the time to bring up past grievances."

The dissipating gray mist instantly condensed into blood-red dice before Ying Zheng's eyes, the very divination tool that Bao Si had played with in the Tomb of King You.

Suddenly, a giant wave, hundreds of meters high, surged up on the river.

The dragon body of the king of earth and mountains emerged from the vortex, with fifteen bronze bells hanging from its whiskers, each engraved with the coordinates of a port in the Pearl River Delta.

Jormungandr: "What the hell???"

Fenrir: "Abba aba?"

It's another fake.

The moment the bell rang, the dice that had been formed from gray mist in front of Ye Jingchen suddenly broke free from the restraints controlling him and transformed into a stream of light that disappeared into the Dragon King's mouth.

"Thank you all for waking me up." The Dragon King's voice echoed across the icy sea.

"As a return gift..." He spat out an ice crystal die, each of its six sides engraved with the faces of everyone present, "This game should be concluded."

Suddenly, Shudeya knelt down. The Dragon King's repeated pressure had activated the self-defense mechanism of the alchemical matrix within her body.

Her snow-white hair was fading, revealing the inner layer of pitch-black alchemical circuits—a physiological characteristic that no human should have!

As the words of the King of Earth and Mountains fell, a vast expanse of earth spikes stretched out from the riverbank!

"Watch out!" Norton pulled Constantine back to another building.

At this moment, Ying Zheng flashed to the side of Shudeya, reached out and patted her back, and a pure alchemical power surged into Shudeya's body.

Aki Shutoku asked with a pained expression, "What's wrong with me?"

Ying Zheng: "The alchemical matrix's self-protection mechanism usually only activates when your mind can't withstand the pressure. However, your foundation seems too weak; you might not even be able to fully activate the self-protection mechanism."

The bronze box in the claw of the King of Earth and Mountains suddenly opened, and the black mist that floated out of the box transformed into ropes, binding the surrounding dead servants and innocent ordinary people into the sacrificial postures recorded in the "Fragments of the Ice Sea".

Thick fog once again enveloped the river.

Zhou Mingrui's mechanical head suddenly emitted a piercing, high-pitched laugh; this was his puppet body.

"The blood sacrifice ceremony has been completed!"

His skull cracked open, revealing the inner rotating armillary sphere—the very instrument Chu Tianjiao had seen in Bronze City!

Ying Zheng: "Jormungandr, if you and Fenrir go together, what are your chances of defeating this fake?"

Jormungandr: "Lord, you know me."

My worst skill is fighting; my brother and I don't even have dragon bodies yet.

Ying Zheng: "The Norton brothers didn't have any either, did they?"

Jormungandr: "You should take a look at the condition of those two brothers!"

Ying Zheng looked over and saw that both Norton and Constantine were extremely pale.

"Norton, I understand that Constantine has only been hatched for a short time and his body can't handle it."

"How long have you been hatching? You can't even withstand a few hits from Junyan?"

Norton: "The time we've been out here is but a fleeting moment, like a spark in a rock or a flower in a dream, in the long lifespan of us dragons."

Ying Zheng: "That's just releasing a sovereign flame. People who don't know better would think you're releasing a world-destroying incantation like the Candle Dragon."

Jormungandr suddenly interjected, explaining to Norton, "Although it was a King's Flame, the power it released just now far exceeded that of ordinary Words of Power, and it cannot be compared with ordinary hybrid Words of Power."

Ying Zheng suddenly remembered the Hall of Heroes and the bronze coffin mentioned by the White King, Uesugi Erii, and a bold guess came to his mind.

He turned to Jormungandr and said, "We might need to find something that can quickly eliminate these fakes, like the Black King's Sword that Li Wuyue, who was suspected to be the King of Sky and Wind, was looking for."

Jormungandr hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, but finally nodded.

Together with Fenrir, she cast spells to search for the Black King's sword.

In the chaos of the battlefield, they spotted a mysterious figure heading towards an abandoned warehouse at the airport.

Ying Zheng and Jormungandr exchanged a glance and decided to follow them to find out what was going on.

They sneaked into the warehouse and found it filled with all sorts of strange alchemical devices and ancient books.

The mysterious figure stood in the center of the warehouse, holding a crystal ball that emitted a faint glow.

Ying Zheng looked closely and saw that the crystal ball was covered with dragon patterns, which looked extremely strange.

"Hand over the stuff!" Ying Zheng shouted. The man slowly turned around, and it turned out to be Chu Zihang.

His eyes revealed a hint of confusion and pain, as if controlled by some force: "Lord of the Forsaken Clan, you should not have come here."

Chu Zihang's voice was low and hoarse, "This is all a conspiracy."

Ying Zheng and Jormungandr exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with doubt.

Just then, the warehouse door suddenly closed, and countless Deadpools poured out from all around.

Chu Zihang looked at them and sighed helplessly: "This is the Zhou family's arrangement. Zhou Mingrui wants to use you to unlock the ultimate power of the Dragon Clan. He wants to resurrect the Black King, steal power, and rule the entire world."

Ye Jingchen was shocked. He recalled Zhou Mingrui's words and actions, and it seemed that everything was within his calculations. He was the best at divination.

He looked at Chu Zihang and asked, "Then why are you here?"

Chu Zihang said with a wry smile, "I'm listening to my father, although I don't understand why he made this arrangement."

He asked me to hold this crystal ball and wait for your arrival.

My son and I have been forgotten by the world.

My father said you might have a way to solve all of this.

Upon hearing Chu Zihang's words, Ye Jingchen felt a mix of emotions: "I never thought that Chu Zihang still couldn't escape the fate of being forgotten by the world."

Ying Zheng looked at the Death Servants around him and knew that now was not the time to hesitate.

He exchanged a glance with Jormungandr.

Jormungandr activated the Word of Power: Mountain Split, attacking the Dead Servants.

At this moment, Chu Zihang put down the crystal ball, drew Murasame, and joined the battle.

Ying Zheng waved his Laziness and Arrogance, wantonly slaughtering these dead servants: "Chu Zihang, just stand aside, don't force yourself."

Chu Zihang shook his head: "I want to give it a try!"

Ying Zheng: "Where is your father, Chu Tianjiao?"

Chu Zihang: "They've disappeared."

Ying Zheng's inner monologue: "It seems he's been kidnapped by Odin."

The Deadpools were gradually driven back.

Ye Jingchen picked up the dragon-patterned crystal ball from the ground and looked at Chu Zihang, "What's the use of this piece of junk?"

Chu Zihang: "I don't know."

Ying Zheng: "Jormungandr, take a look!"

Jormungandr took it, looked at it, and said, "I don't understand, smida!"

Ying Zheng: "..."

While Ying was speechless, the battle between Norton and Constantine reached a stalemate.

The power of the King of Earth and Mountains was too great, and Norton and Constantine gradually found themselves struggling to keep up.

Jormungandr: "Wait a minute, I think I understand now, this crystal ball is a navigation map!"

Hearing the explosion over there, Ying gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble: "Let's go, follow the map!"

He led Jormungandr and Chu Zihang in the direction indicated by the dragon-patterned map.

We've finally arrived at a hidden entrance!

Ying Zheng inserted the crystal ball into the groove at the entrance, and with a violent tremor, the rusty steel door slowly opened.

An ancient and mysterious aura permeated the hall, and the bronze coffin in the center emitted an eerie light.

Ying Zheng and the others cautiously entered the hall when suddenly, a low roar came from the coffin!

A dark shadow shot up from the coffin, its gray dragon body revealing the fifth Dragon King—the King of Sky and Wind.

It's still a fake.

His emergence from the coffin caused the entire temple to tremble.

The King of the Sky and Wind looked at Ying Zheng and the others, his eyes filled with anger and confusion:

Who woke me up?