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

"Useless! These biotechnologically created dragon kings are all useless!"

With a loud crash, Zhou Mingrui kicked over the table, his face turning bright red, like a red-hot iron.

The four small armillary spheres that were originally placed on the table all fell to the ground.

The armillary spheres are red, brown, gray, and blue, symbolizing the four counterfeit Dragon Kings.

"After all, they are just puppets without dragon souls, merely possessing the appearance of dragon kings. It's normal that they all perished." A guy with a white beard that could drag on the ground walked behind Zhou Mingrui. "As long as we master this technology, we can create as many dragon kings as we want."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the blush on Zhou Mingrui's face instantly faded. He turned to look at the old man, lowered his head, and said tactfully:

"Our ancestors are right, I lost my composure."

The old man patted Zhou Mingrui on the shoulder, not blaming him, "You are still young, and you have a long way to go. The entire Ji family is on your shoulders."

"The two guardians of the residence died heroically, and their families were treated well both openly and secretly."

"I'm old now, but I can probably still go all out one more time."

"Tie down that young man in the white mask and wait for me."

After saying this, the old man had already disappeared without a trace.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingrui knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground: "Ancestor, it is my incompetence!"

Zhou Mingrui said this, but his face was beaming with joy, his lips curling into a wide grin.

Zhou Mingrui's inner monologue: "Our ancestor, a super hybrid who has lived for a thousand years, would certainly have no problem taking down the leader of the abandoned clan."

It's all safe, everything's safe!

……

Riverbank.

Ying Zheng and the others moved away from the black hole formed by the King of Bronze and Fire, and quietly watched it collapse, gradually shrink, and disappear above the river surface.

Ying Zheng silently walked to the side of the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box, his left eye transforming into a black vortex that distorted space, sucking it into the subspace of alchemy.

Ying Zheng: "Deadpool has nothing to say. It's a pity about these four dragon king corpses. I was thinking of letting you devour and fuse with them. At the very least, you could absorb nutrients to accelerate the construction of your respective dragon bodies."

Jormungandr tucked his hair behind his ears, not feeling any regret about the outcome. "Actually, compared to devouring these technologies and grueling tasks, I would prefer to cocoon myself and build a dragon body."

To avoid being taken advantage of.

Norton's right arm slowly exited the dragon form. The arm in the dragon form had already burst out of his sleeve, revealing his slightly muscular arm. Having been raised overseas for so many years, Norton's skin was fair and tender, indicating that he didn't spend much time sunbathing on the beach.

Norton: "I agree with what Jormungandr said."

The sound of rapid, heavy footsteps approached; it was the executives from Kassel College.

The leader was Ye Sheng, carrying a Uzi submachine gun with its black muzzle pointed at the sky.

Looking at the group of masked people in front of him, Ye Sheng couldn't tell who was friend and who was foe. Maintaining a high level of vigilance, he tentatively asked:

"Excuse me, are you from the Abandoned Clan? Is your lord here?"

Ye Sheng didn't finish his sentence. He hadn't originally planned to bring people over to ask questions, since he had already witnessed how this group of masked men treated the Deadpool and the dragon.

No one wants to come into contact with this group of killing gods.

If it weren't for Professor Stanlundberg calling him over to take a look...

When Aki Shude saw Ye Sheng, her former familiar partner, her eyes visibly trembled. She subconsciously turned her head away, avoiding Ye Sheng's gaze.

Although Chen Motong was a student at Kassel College, she had only been enrolled for a short time and had not interacted much with Ye Sheng, an executive who was often away from home, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Xia Mi stepped forward and replied to Ye Sheng, "What do you want?"

Ye Sheng: "I've come to inquire about the Lord of the Abandoned Clan. Professor Stanlundbergh wants to communicate with him."

As Ye Sheng spoke, he placed the Uzi submachine gun on the ground to show that he meant no harm. He then raised both hands above his head, holding a black communicator, and slowly approached Ying Zheng and his group...

In the distant sky, a mysterious gaze watched all of this.

It was a figure hidden in the darkness, a knowing smile playing on his lips: "This game has only just begun..."

The river mist suddenly condensed into ice crystals.

Ye Sheng's breath condensed into frost inside his gas mask, and the Kassel College operatives all lowered the muzzles of their submachine guns slightly by three degrees—this was the "suspend action" hand gesture in the Kassel College's standard tactical hand signal.

The executive agents behind him tensed up at the same time, because all the hybrids felt some ancient pressure awakening at the bottom of the river.

"Abandoned clan? Who told you we are an abandoned clan? I am clearly from the Zhou family of the Dragon Kingdom!" Ying Zheng's white mask turned to Ye Sheng, and after speaking, his whole body instantly became ethereal.

The Great Calculator, along with Jormungandr, Norton, and the others, disappeared from the spot.

Before the words were even finished, a column of waves, hundreds of meters high, suddenly erupted on the river surface.

The crest of the wave carried an old man with a long white beard. He stood barefoot on a bronze armillary sphere, each toe wrapped with the hexagrams of the "Lianshan Yi".

Norton's golden eyes instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He saw the four-colored bells hanging from the old man's waist—red, brown, gray, and blue—which were the colors of the four armillary spheres that Zhou Mingrui had kicked over.

"A prodigy unseen in a millennium." The old man's voice carried the lingering resonance of chimes, his gaze seemingly piercing through Ying Zheng's mask. "The White King's mark has become increasingly refined, but alas..."

He flicked his fingertips, and ice crystals suddenly formed a scene from the Battle of Muye:

Jiang Ziya plunged the bronze sword into the black king's egg, where the seal script character "Da Zhou" was clearly engraved.

Jormungandr suddenly let out a painful dragon roar.

The granite spurs on her back broke off segment by segment, revealing the inner layer of vertebrae that shimmered with a bronze luster.

The pattern formed by those joints was the alchemical array that Chu Tianjiao had seen in the Nibelungen!

"So the key was prepared all along." The old man chuckled, and the armillary sphere beneath his feet suddenly began to rotate in reverse.

The black vortex in Ying Zheng's left eye suddenly stopped.

He saw the silvery liquid seeping from the crack in the mask condense in the air into blood-red dice, with the old man's birth date and time engraved on the dice—the very "death divination" he had performed at the Tomb of King You!

"The fifty-ninth year of King Nan of Zhou." The old man walked on the crest of the waves, each step leaving a bronze divination mark on the river's surface. "You have destroyed the offerings I prepared for the Black King..."

He suddenly broke the silk thread of the gray bell at his waist, held the bell in his hand, and said, "Since you are the ones who damaged the Four Monarch Puppet, then you shall serve as the new vessels."

Norton's Royal Flame condensed into a solar corona in his palm.

A suffocating image emerged from the flames:

Three thousand years ago, on the battlefield of Muye, it was this old man who handed the bronze box to King Wen.

The black mist emanating from the box transformed into the rudiments of the Seven Deadly Sins, while the old man's profile was clearly carved into the hilt of the sword that Jiang Ziya pierced into the Black King's Egg!

"Hime Gongnie!" Norton suddenly called out the old man's real name.

His shattered bronze fragments formed Western Zhou bronze inscriptions in the air, each character seemingly oozing blood:

When King You of Zhou played with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires, did he ever consider that his alchemy would backfire on him?

The armillary sphere beneath the old man's feet suddenly exploded.

His white-haired, youthful-looking mask peeled away piece by piece, revealing a horrifying face with inner mechanical gears intertwined with flesh and blood: "Oh, it's Norton. It's been quite a while."

But you think...

Ye Sheng's submachine gun suddenly discharged.

The bullet grazed Chen Motong's hair and shattered Shude Aki's kimono sash—a pattern formed by twelve alchemical short swords falling to the ground, resembling the twelve constellations.

"The game has indeed just begun." The mysterious figure in the distant sky chuckled. Ye Sheng's Uzi submachine gun misfired because he did it intentionally.

He removed his hood, revealing Ye Jingchen's face, and in his hand was a miniature model of the bronze coffin of the Hall of Heroes.

From the cracks in the central coffin of the model, a wisp of black mist is seeping into the blood-red light of the Pearl River Delta ports…

The atmosphere on the river suddenly froze, as if even the air had become heavy.

The sound of Ye Sheng's submachine gun firing was particularly jarring on the quiet riverbank. The bullet grazed Chen Motong's hair, creating a slight gust of wind.

Shutoku Aki's kimono sash was shattered, and twelve alchemical short swords fell to the ground with a crisp metallic clang, as if some ancient ritual had been accidentally triggered.

Beneath Ying Zheng's white mask, his eyes narrowed slightly. He could sense that the situation was spiraling out of control. The old man's appearance was clearly not accidental, but rather part of a pre-planned scheme.

Ye Sheng's accidental firing of the weapon triggered alarm bells in his mind.

"Ye Sheng, step back!" Ying Zheng's voice came through the mask, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Ye Sheng paused for a moment, then quickly took a few steps back, still gripping the submachine gun tightly, but the muzzle was slightly lowered, indicating that he would not take any further action for the time being.

His gaze darted back and forth between Ying Zheng and the old man, his heart filled with doubt and vigilance.

The old man's gaze remained fixed on Ying Zheng, seemingly unconcerned about Ye Sheng's misfire.

A slight, meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

“Young man, your White King mark is indeed pure, but unfortunately... you are still too young.”

Before he finished speaking, the old man flicked his finger, and the ice crystals on the river surface suddenly condensed again, turning into countless tiny ice needles that shot towards Ying Zheng and the others.

The ice needles traced countless silvery-white trails in the air, like a sudden blizzard.

"Watch out!" Jormungandr shouted, and the granite bone spikes on his back grew again, forming a thick barrier in front of everyone.

The ice needles struck the bone spurs, producing a dense "clinking" sound, like raindrops hitting glass.

Norton's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the sovereign flames gathered in his palm erupted instantly, transforming into a blazing wall of fire that melted away all the remaining ice needles.

Flames and ice crystals intertwined, and a burnt smell filled the air.

"Ji Gongnie, what exactly do you want?" Norton's voice was deep and cold, his gaze fixed on the old man.

The old man chuckled softly, and the armillary sphere beneath his feet began to spin again, causing the ice crystals on the river to dance, like a magnificent ice dance. His voice carried a hint of mockery:

"What do I want to do? I just want to take back what's rightfully mine."

"Things that belong to you?" Ying Zheng's voice came through the mask, tinged with mockery. "Are you referring to the dragon king puppets you used for sacrifices? Or... your so-called 'Black King sacrifices'?"

The old man's smile faltered slightly, then returned to normal:

"Young man, you know quite a lot. But... the more you know, the faster you'll die."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of Ying Zheng. With a gentle wave of his hand, a bronze-colored light shot towards Ying Zheng's chest.

Ying Zheng's left eye instantly transformed into a black vortex, attempting to draw the bronze light into the subspace of alchemy.

However, the beam of light seemed to have a life of its own, bypassing the black vortex and striking Ying Zheng directly in the chest.

With a muffled thud, Ying Zheng was knocked back several steps, a sharp pain shooting through his chest.

He looked down and saw that his clothes had been torn at the chest, revealing the inner alchemical armor.

A deep crack appeared in the armor, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"Ying Zheng!" Jormungandr and Norton exclaimed in unison, quickly stepping in front of Ying Zheng and staring warily at the old man.

The old man chuckled softly, and the armillary sphere beneath his feet began to spin again, causing the ice crystals on the river to dance, as if in a magnificent ice dance.

There was a hint of joking in his voice:

"Young man, your strength is far from sufficient."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, and slowly straightened up.

His gaze pierced through the mask, fixed intently on the old man:

"Ji Gongnie, do you think you've already won?"

The old man was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said:

"Oh? Do you have some other trump card up your sleeve?"

Ying Zheng did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand, and a silver-white die appeared in his palm.

The six sides of the die were engraved with intricate runes, resembling some ancient divination tool. This was something that Uesugi Erii had secretly given to Yingzheng before she left.

“This is…” The old man’s gaze sharpened slightly, as if he recognized the die.

"This is the 'death divination' you performed at the Tomb of King You." Ying Zheng's voice came through the mask, carrying a hint of coldness. "However... you seem to have forgotten that the results of divination are never fixed."

Before he finished speaking, the dice in Ying Zheng's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and countless ancient runes appeared in the light, as if some kind of seal had been broken.

The ice crystals on the river surface melted instantly, turning into countless tiny water droplets that floated in the air.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and the armillary sphere beneath his feet suddenly stopped spinning.

He sensed a powerful force awakening within Ying Zheng's body, as if some ancient being was descending.

"Who...who are you?" The old man's voice was tinged with disbelief.

Ying Zheng did not answer, but slowly removed the white mask from his face, revealing a young and handsome face.

His left eye remained a pitch-black vortex, while a silvery-white light appeared in his right eye, as if some ancient power was awakening.

"Who am I?" Ying Zheng's voice was low and cold, the White King's Divine Mark appearing between his brows. He raised his finger to his forehead. "What, you don't recognize this mark?"

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng's body suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and a huge silver-white dragon shadow appeared in the light.

The dragon's shadow hovered above the river, letting out a deafening roar.

The old man's face turned pale instantly, and the celestial globe beneath his feet suddenly shattered into countless tiny fragments.

His body trembled slightly, as if he were under some kind of immense pressure.

"Could it be... the White King... the White King's successor..." The old man's voice was tinged with fear, "How could this be?"

Ying Zheng ignored the old man's fear and slowly raised his right hand, a silver-white dragon scale appearing in his palm.

The dragon scales are engraved with complex runes, as if they were some kind of ancient seal.

"Himeko Mineo, your game... should end now."

Ying Zheng's voice came through the dragon shadow, carrying a hint of coldness.

Before he finished speaking, the dragon scale in Ying Zheng's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and countless ancient runes appeared in the light, as if some kind of seal had been broken.

"Word of Power: Judgment!"

The water droplets on the river surface instantly froze, turning into countless tiny ice needles that shot towards the old man.

The old man's face turned pale instantly, and the celestial globe beneath his feet suddenly shattered into countless tiny fragments. His body trembled slightly, as if he were enduring some immense pressure.

"Trial??? No...impossible...absolutely impossible! You're just a low-blooded half-breed!" The old man's voice was tinged with fear. "How could this be..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's body was suddenly pierced by countless ice needles, turning into a sheet of ice crystals that dissipated into the air above the river. The White King's authority was terrifying indeed...