King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 550 - 550 546 1001 Types of Torture

Chapter 550: Chapter 546: 1001 Types of Torture Chapter 550: Chapter 546: 1001 Types of Torture Ancient White Dragon Burke had never felt so excessive about his powerful recovery abilities. He wished he was a bit lesser, so he wouldn’t have to repeatedly endure the excruciating pain of being skinned and de-scaled.

Those cursed Cloud Giants, every time his exposed muscle tissue began to regrow dragon skin and scales, they would faithfully carry out Titan’s brutal orders, ripping his dragon skin and scales off to be used as materials.

He barely had the energy to feel anger or regret, for the heart-wrenching pain from his pierced heart and his whole body skinned to muscle was enveloping him every second.

“Arsop, help me, I can give you one-tenth of the treasures I’ve collected over a millennium,” pleaded Burke, the Ancient White Dragon, amidst endless suffering, seeing a familiar white dragon.

This was an ancient white dragon he had disdained before, but at least it was a legendary white dragon he knew, so Burke made a desperate plea for help, offering what he thought was a very good reward. He had initially intended to offer half of it, but he suddenly thought it was too much.

“Incurable fool.” Upon hearing his name called by the arrogant “Dragon King”, Arsop, who was about to take his children and grandchildren to the Ice Palace to pay his respects to the Frost Queen Clodia, paused and sneered at him, then continued on his way, feeling his time and emotion wasted. He had initially thought the treasure was half.

“Arsop, you don’t help me this time, you’ll pay once I am free!” Seeing the elder Ancient Dragon that he could easily surpass in strength ignoring him, Burke, who always felt superior towards his kind, threatened instinctively.

“Behave!” Seeing the Ancient White Dragon continuing its nonstop ramblings and imagining its escape, the Cloud Giants who were assigned to guard, swung their heavy swords, axe spears, and weapons towards it without any respect and fear for the Legendary Ancient Dragon.

The Ancient Dragon, stripped of its dragon scales and its strength suppressed, howled in agony. Twelve fresh wounds were carved now from which dragon blood gushed out, almost drained due to the constant suffering.

“You’re still threatening me even in this state. Burke, you should be thankful you are still alive and offer your prayers to the goddess of fortune”, hearing the threats, Arsop halted, turned his head, and stared mockingly at this self-destructing Ancient White Dragon, “You think you still have a chance to escape? You should think about how to survive first! A lucky fool!”

After his outburst, Arsop, with a troubled mind, flew towards the Ice Palace. From bribes and other underhanded tactics, Arsop discovered who the Frost Queen was aligned with; if such a figure chose to ignore his actions, it would be a blessing, but if they held a grudge, death would be the release.

“The White Dragon Arsop pays tribute to the great Frost Queen!” With his dragon children and grandchildren, Arsop, upon entering the Ice Palace, immediately paid homage, respecting the dignity of the Ancient Dragon, immediately understanding why he had survived to this point; when he needed to act weak, he acted weak, and when he needed to bow his head, he would.

The simple reason was as soon as this Ancient Dragon entered the Ice Palace, he discovered the Ice Throne, perched on a nine-layered platform standing a hundred meters high, where the Frost Queen Clodia observed him; what was important was the person stood next to the Ice Throne. Arsop could sense that this person he felt extremely suppressed by, could kill him with one punch.

“Interesting white dragon, no wonder it has survived this long,” Muria, standing next to the Ice Throne, laughed seeing this scene; after sighing, he started to leave.

“Muria, wait, take that idiotic dragon with you. I don’t need it to demonstrate my power, my existence is the biggest deterrence,” Clodia said with a display of dominance, looking like a ruler.

“Alright!” Muria, who had already come up with a thousand different ways to deal with it, nodded agreeing. He could not wait to execute his ideas.

“I’ll take this white dragon,” Muria tore through space, reached the icy tower, pulled out the long spear lodged in the Ancient Dragon, grabbed it by the neck, lifting it as easily as a mortal would lift a chicken, and then turned to the Cloud Giants:

“You’ve worked hard, now you can return to Xena Pus. Or, if you’d like to linger here a little longer, feel free, but don’t tarry too long.”

“What are you planning to do with me? Titan!” Seeing Muria, Burke, the Ancient White Dragon who had been tormented for nearly half a month and barely had any energy left, started screaming as if undergoing something unfortunate, “Let me go. I can give you all my treasures, please, let me go, I really didn’t mean to offend your authority.”

The Ancient Dragon screamed desperately, wailing, hoping to evoke even the slightest sympathy from Muria. He still vividly remembered the draconic abuse incident that happened a few days ago.

He recalled that after repeatedly being denied the leadership of the White Dragon Legion by the Frost Queen, he, out of frustration, had lusted after the stunning Frost Queen. As a Five-colored Dragon, not a Paragon of Virtue like the Metallic Dragons, he was willing to force himself on her, which was a traditional mating approach for a Five-colored Dragon. If a female dragon who was slightly weaker caught his attention, he would directly take her by force regardless of her consent.

And just when he was about to exert his Dragon Prestige to subdue the Frost Queen, Titan arrived. He broke through space, appeared by his side, and kicked him in the belly. Burke swore that was the most powerful attack he had ever endured in his lifetime. He felt as if his body was about to be split in two by that kick.

Then, he encountered the darkest moment of his life. Titan did not let him go even though he had lost his fighting ability. He had been subjected to a horrendous dragon’s torture. His blood had dyed the Ice Palace at the time.

“Ha-ha!” Muria laughed, finding the pleas of the Ancient Dragon amusing, “How naive, ten days ago, I had already asked the Cloud Giants to empty your treasure stash.”

After that, he tore through space, dragging it along, and returned to Xena Pus, “Mia, inform the flesh refining alchemist of the Lockman Kingdom. Tell them to come over, I think Xena Pus needs its third Legendary Hybrid Beast.”