King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 208 - 208 203 Damo Sword

Chapter 208: Chapter 203: Damo Sword Chapter 208: Chapter 203: Damo Sword “Roar!” The Red Dragon raged, staring at the dragon claw that engulfed its neck, lowering its head, and opening its maw brimming with razor-sharp Dragon Teeth, biting down.

“Squirt!” Scorching dragon blood splattered; blood from the Red Dragon’s mouth.

“How’s that possible?” The blood leaking from Red Dragon Otlis’s mouth as he stared at the spot he had just bitten. That spot was still shimmering golden, without even a tooth imprint.

“It shouldn’t be this way!” He exerted his all, yet couldn’t even tear the opponent’s scales, let alone the disbelief all over his face when he shattered his dragon teeth biting him.

“Even if you are offspring of the Dragon King, your dragon scales can’t be that sturdy; why can’t I bite you?”

“Because you are too weak!” One of Muria’s mighty foreclaws clenched its thick neck, whereas the other mercilessly sprinted towards its dragon head.

Bloodstained Dragon Teeth and delicate scales flew off. Red Dragon Otlis’s mouth was knocked askew by Muria’s claws, its lower jaw deformed, nearly shattered.

This elderly Red Dragon couldn’t bite through Muria’s scales, not due to his dragon scale’s defense becoming so strong, but because of his tenth Exclusive Weapon—or more accurately, his armor—Saintly Imperial Abyss.

Armor forged from a blend of over ten types of Legendary Metals, fused with Muria’s blood and soul, granting it vitality, becoming like a part of his body.

This was the first time Muria unveiled his Dragon Form after successfully forging his ten Exclusive Weapons.

When he revealed it just then, Muria felt something was off; the Saintly Imperial Abyss appeared with his dragon body, devoid of his purposeful drive, naturally, as if it were part of his dragon body.

Saintly Imperial Abyss merges with his dragon scales!

Due to that, he could establish such an almost cheating defense.

Among the Five Colored Dragons, despite the Red Dragon having the strongest physique of the same rank, he wasn’t able to bite him even after exerting himself.

“Submission, or death!”

Muria’s dazzling golden Dragon’s Eyes focused on Red Dragon Otlis, who not a part of him was intact. His Dragon Prestige, similar to actual pale gold hue, spewed out, enveloping it.

“…” The Red Dragon was silenced, currently obliterated by Muria. He realized only now how ridiculous his previous thoughts were; to capture the descendant of the original Dragon King alive? If it wasn’t going to work out, just kill him straight?

What a ridiculous thought. At this moment, Otlis of the Crimson Wings felt a sense of despair, a despair caused by being suppressed by the bloodline, even if he struggled with all his might, he still couldn’t close the gap of this innate bloodline difference. Moreover, this disparity would gradually widen over time.

“Heh, still hesitating?” Muria’s foreclaw grabbing the red dragon’s head, and thrusting it into the hillock filled with rubble, “Giving you little more time to consider. Once I’ve dealt with that group of green dragons, I’ll return to you, hoping that then, you can present me with a satisfactory answer.”

“Deal with that group of green dragons?” Red Dragon Otlis’s molten magma resembling ruby golden dragon eyes were shocked as he watched Golden Giant Dragon pressing his dragon head with a dragon claw.

“What are you trying to do?”

“I lost a group of dragons, a significant number of them. Now that I’ve stumbled upon you, I guess I’ll consider you their temporary replacements.” Muria looked at the Green Dragon Group soaring above Valiant.

“You want them to submit to you? Impossible, they are the Legendary Ancient Green Dragons, the servants of Mother Emerald Isra.”

“Legendary Ancient Dragon!” Muria’s eyes narrowed, with his robust dragon claws stretched out. A heavy sword, over thirty meters long engraved with Mysterious Ancient God Text, appeared in his claws.

Then, holding the Damo sword, under the fearful gaze of the elderly Red Dragon, Muria thrust it into its heart.

A loud roar! A cry full of infinite pain resounded from the Red Dragon whose heart had been pierced by the Damo sword. After a desperate screaming, it collapsed, its hot dragon blood staining the Damo sword. Then, its pair of dragon wings sagged and fell limp on the ground.

“This is to prevent you from fleeing.” Muria looked at the Red Dragon, whose heart he had just pierced, and said indifferently, “If you had just submitted to me, you wouldn’t have had to endure this pain.”

A soul-meaning dragon’s heart was no longer its vulnerable spot. Even if the heart was damaged, it could grow back as long as the dragon was alive. However, the dragon heart remained a critical focal point of the dragon’s power.

“You…” The enraged Red Dragon glared at Muria. Its body was obviously weak. It had been pierced, but not a drop of dragon blood was spilled. All the blood was absorbed by the sword stabbed into its body, which was swallowing its power.

“Think about it.” Muria stood up, released the Red Dragon, spread his wings and took to the sky. With the suppressive power of the Damo sword, Muria didn’t worry that it would run away. As an exclusive weapon to him, the sword was like a part of him.

But at that moment, there was a pause in Muria’s enormous and majestic golden dragon body in the air. Then countless sunlight colored ropes emerged from the void and were twining around him, attempting to bind him.

Muria, who was suddenly bound, didn’t show any panic on his face. He seemed to have anticipated this and his eyes were filled with indifference: “Not bad, you didn’t abandon this dragon. But you are exceedingly overestimating your abilities.”

Muria slightly shifted his dragon head to glance below, a small move like this snapped several sunlight cords tangled around his body.

Below, a nearly five-meters-tall werewolf stood on the back of the Red Dragon. Its claws reached for the hilt of the Damo sword that was almost entirely embedded into the red dragon’s body. It was trying to grasp the sword and pull it out, liberating the Red Dragon.

But as soon as the werewolf’s claws approached the hilt, a Golden Thunderbolt erupted, striking it and lighting it up with fierce dragon flames, burning the fur on the werewolf’s claw completely. The werewolf showed evident pain on its face, but it endured and didn’t utter a word.

A pair of burnt black claws persistently reached for the hilt. Under the scorching of the Golden Thunderbolt and the Dragon Flames, the flesh in its claws started necrotizing and turned into a carbon-like substance, falling off.

Then the shiny metal bones emerged and shortly blackened. However, these bones could withstand the scorching dragon flames and the strike of the Golden Thunderbolt.

“Truly a werewolf that resembles its kind.” Seeing the relentless werewolf whose claws had turned into charred bones, Muria commented, then he moved slightly and all the ropes entwined in his body broke and turned into scattering radiant moonlight.

“Humph!” “Humph!” “Humph!”

Three consecutive muffled hums resounded around Muria, then three colossal werewolves appeared mid-air, looking at him with fear in their eyes.