Chapter 169: Battle with the White King Strong winds howled on the rooftop, and the frigid air was torn into violent vortices by the White King's gigantic dragon body. His shadow, which blocked out the sun, loomed over the night sky of Tokyo, like a divine punishment descending upon the world. The White King's golden dragon eyes were like a cold sun, staring at Angé's tiny figure with godly majesty and an absolute sense of oppression. Ange stood on the edge of the rooftop, his figure as straight as a knife, the strong wind messed up his white hair, but his naked upper body showed an extremely strong physique, his muscles were taut, and the tattoo on his back, "Rage of the Worlds", seemed to come alive at this moment, countless Yakshas and tigers were fighting behind him, he held Rage in one hand and Taotie in the other. He knew very well that he was no match for the White King who had already given birth to a dragon body, but that did not mean he had no ability to fight. The key lay in the Taotie in his hand. Taotie was an Atkan long sword, its blade was covered with tiny holes filled with poison that was deadly to dragons, and it could poison a dragon the moment it cut open its body. Although the set of alchemical knives made by Norton were not specifically designed to deal with the White King, it was designed to kill the Dragon King after all. As long as the opportunity is right, it can still pose a fatal threat to the White King. What he had to do next was to use his rage to cut a wound on the White King's body and then inject the Taotie poison into it. "Come on, let's see what this tiny human can do." Angé whispered to himself with a sneer on his lips. He took a deep breath, and the dragon blood in his body began to boil. Blood exploded! Dragon blood rolled in his body, and the violent power was like gushing magma. His muscles swelled, and his aura suddenly rose. Second blood explosion! Gray dragon scales began to appear on his body, and the golden light in his pupils became brighter. The air around him was distorted by his breath, and an invisible pressure spread out, even the ground on the rooftop was shaking slightly. The third blood explosion! The power in Ange's body completely exploded, and the scales completely covered his body. The power of dragon blood overwhelmed his reason like a tide, but he forcibly suppressed the violent will that corroded his humanity. He had to stay awake, because every step he took next would determine his life or death.
The rage in his hand began to respond to his call, changing from a saber to an 8-meter-long mad dragon without a specific shape. "White King!" Angé roared, and his whole body turned into a blue-gray lightning. He stomped his feet hard, and the ground on the rooftop exploded instantly. The huge impact force made him rush into the air like a cannonball, and hit the White King's chest directly. The White King let out a deafening roar, and dragon breath suddenly gushed out. It was a blazing flame that was enough to burn down a city, and it came towards Angers. The furious blade in Ange's hand swung down suddenly, and the shadow turned into a huge mad dragon, colliding head-on with the White King's dragon breath! "Boom!" With a roar that shook the world, the sword light and dragon breath intertwined in the air, bursting out with countless dazzling lights, and violent energy fluctuations tore through the night sky. The surrounding buildings collapsed directly under this terrifying impact. However, Ange's figure rushed out from the aftermath of the explosion, his eyes fixed on the weakest area of the scales on the White King's chest. "Hah——!" Angé roared, and swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The phantom of the mad dragon swept out again, with the momentum of tearing the sky and the earth, and slashed fiercely at the chest of the White King. The blade fiercely hit the White King's chest, and the air in that area seemed to burst instantly, making a deafening roar. The dragon scales around the White King made a harsh sound like metal friction, and countless sparks burst out when the blade collided with the dragon scales. "Crack!" The furious blade finally cut a crack on the White King's dragon scales. The White King's roar shook the world, and a hint of anger and pain revealed in his golden pupils. But at this moment, the tail wing of the White King suddenly swept over! Angers had no time to dodge and was hit by the tail wing, smashing to the ground like a cannonball. "Bang!" The ground cracked and dust flew. Angers' figure was deeply embedded in the ground. The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another due to the impact. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his scales were broken. He looked in a miserable state. The dust gradually dissipated, and Angé slowly stood up from the deep pit, his shoulders heaving violently, and blood dripping onto the ground along the broken scales. He raised his head, his gaze was still sharp, the golden light in his eyes had not dimmed, but became even more blazing. It was a will that ignored life and death, as if even if he was knocked down a thousand times, he would still stand up and swing the knife again. "That was a good sweep..." Angers sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His muscles tensed again. His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a kind of heart-pounding madness. "But as long as I can stand up, you can't leave Tokyo alive." The White King was suspended in mid-air with its dragon wings spread out. Its huge body was like a mountain blocking out the sky. It looked down at Angers below. A hint of disdain flashed in its golden pupils, as if it was mocking how insignificant and powerless the struggle of mankind was. But Ange was not overwhelmed by the natural pressure, he took a deep breath, and the dragon blood in his body surged again, bringing with it not only violent power, but also burning pain. His body began to tremble slightly, but he still held the weapon tightly in his hands with rage and gluttony. "It's time for an old man like me to go truly crazy." Angé whispered to himself, his eyes like burning flames. As his voice fell, the dragon blood in Angers body was squeezed to the limit, and the blood exploded for the fourth time! His body suddenly swelled, and his muscles bulged as hard as steel. The blue-gray dragon scales that originally covered the surface of his body became thicker and even had a dark red luster, like armor stained with blood. At this moment, several Stinger missiles were fired at the White King in the sky from not far away, blocking the White King's next move. At the same time, the voice of the vice-principal was heard not far away. "Ange! Your current physical condition has exceeded the limit. If you continue like this, you will be corroded by the dragon blood and completely lose your humanity!"
"Lose your humanity?" Angers slowly raised the Rage in his hand, and the blade glowed with a bloodthirsty dark light. His blood-soaked figure looked like a god of war in despair in the dark night. "In order to kill the White King, what does it matter if I become a dragon?" "Principal, it's better to leave things like slaying dragons to us young people." Finkel's somewhat unreliable voice came from inside the four-legged mecha. As he spoke, he pressed the launch button again, and several more Stinger missiles were launched. However, the missiles this time are different from the previous ones. The previous Stinger missiles were provided by the Eight Snake Families, while the ones launched now were brought by the Equipment Department from Kassel Academy. They are alchemical missiles specially used to slay dragons. They carry a large amount of mercury, which is a deadly substance to dragons. As Ange listened to Finkel's unreliable voice, a complex smile emerged on the corner of his mouth. There was a hint of helplessness and a touch of relief in that smile. He looked down at the Wrath and Taotie in his hands, then raised his head and looked firmly at the White King in the air. The alchemical missiles dragged long tails of flames as they headed straight for the White King. The mercury coating inside the missiles began to release under the high temperature, emitting a dazzling silver light. The silver light was like a veil of death, covering the space around the White King. The White King's dragon pupils shrank slightly, and the huge dragon wings flapped violently, and a strong wind rolled up, trying to shake the missiles away. However, the guidance devices in these alchemical missiles were obviously more sophisticated, and they actually locked onto the White King again against the airflow, and hit its dragon wings fiercely. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several loud noises rose in succession, and the alchemical missiles exploded on the White King's dragon wings and chest. The mercury coating spread rapidly like poisonous fog, covering the White King. The White King's roar sounded again, and the voice was filled with anger and pain. The silver mercury quickly corroded the dragon scales covering the White King's entire body. The originally indestructible white scales began to become dim under the erosion of mercury, and even mottled cracks appeared. The dragon scales reacted violently with the mercury, emitting a suffocating smell of burning. "It worked!" Vice Principal Flamel's voice was filled with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal. He quickly ordered through the communication device: "Everyone, use alchemical weapons immediately and focus on attacking the damaged area of the White King!" However, just when everyone thought that the situation was about to turn around, a terrifying golden light suddenly burst out from the White King's dragon body, and anger burned in its dragon pupils, as if it was completely enraged. The powerful domain power spread once again, and the mercury poison mist that had originally corroded it was dispersed by the energy of the domain in an instant! "Bang!" A visible shock wave spread out from the White King's body, tearing the surrounding air. Countless building debris were blown away, and even Angers on the rooftop was pushed back a few steps by the shock wave. Finkel controlled the four-legged mecha and continued to launch missiles. At the same time, the two Vulcan cannons began to fire wildly. He couldn't help but curse: "Damn it! This guy's domain is simply invincible. The missiles are almost gone, and he hasn't suppressed it yet!" Caesar and the elite soldiers of the Eight Clans of Sheqi next to them also began to fire bullets frantically. They could only use guns to attack their opponents in the air, but the rain of bullets formed by the alchemical bullets could not even tickle the White King. Seeing this situation, Caesar took out the Desert Eagle containing the Philosopher's Stone. Now was not the time to save money. He fired five shots in one breath, and the blood-red bullets shot towards the White King. But the powerful weapon that they had placed high hopes on was like a drop in the ocean and had no effect on King Bai. "Damn it! They wouldn't give me fake stuff, would they?" Caesar gritted his teeth and stared at the White King. The five blood-red Philosopher's Stone bullets, carrying enough spiritual power to severely damage the Dragon King, turned into blood-red ripples after hitting the White King and dissipated around its huge body, leaving no trace even on the White King's scales that were as hard as steel. "Damn it!" Caesar cursed in a low voice, a chill in his heart. He threw away the magazine of the Desert Eagle, and the blood-red bullet shells rolled to the ground with a crisp jingle. He looked at Angers not far away unwillingly: "If even the Philosopher's Stone can't shake its domain, how strong is this guy?" The elites of the Eight Snake Clans were also stunned. The alchemical weapons and bullets in their hands continued to output, but they could not even truly touch the White King's domain. That god-like existence turned all their efforts into nothing. Every attack was like an ant trying to shake a tree. "You think that mere human alchemy can go against the authority of God?" The White King's low roar echoed in the air. Its golden dragon eyes looked down at the ants under its feet, its eyes full of contempt and disdain. Its voice was like thunder echoing from ancient times, cold and majestic. These words were like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. Even a proud warrior like Caesar was shaken for a moment. He tightly grasped the Desert Eagle in his hand, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. "Kneel down before God." Yanling·Kingdom A terrifying gravitational field emanated from around the White King. Yuan Zhisheng felt the pressure on his body in disbelief. He was also able to use royal power, so he naturally knew the horror of this word spirit. What was most unbelievable to him was that the White King's royal power domain actually covered an area of one kilometer in radius. All living creatures within this domain knelt on the ground, and even the four-legged mecha driven by Finkel was crushed to the ground, and the metal skeleton of the machine made a harsh creaking sound. Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth, supported himself on the ground with both hands, and tried to stand up, but the gravity field was like a huge rock pressing on his back, making it extremely difficult for him to even raise his head. His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was rapid, and the dragon blood in his body was boiling to the point of almost burning his meridians, but all this was still not enough to resist the White King's kingship. "Damn it... I can't even stand up..." Yuan Zhisheng muttered, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, feeling unwilling. His Word Spirit and Royal Power were just like a child playing house in front of the White King. Caesar clenched his teeth, the blood vessels on his face bulged, he clenched his hands holding the Desert Eagle and pressed hard on the ground, trying to lift his knees even an inch off the ground, but this tiny resistance was of no avail in front of the White King's royal domain that covered the heaven and earth. Caesar's cheek was pressed against the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and growled: "I am Caesar Gattuso... I will never kneel down!" The White King's golden dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and the deep voice that sounded like a divine decree sounded again, with contempt and ridicule: "Humble humans, you can't even stand up, what resistance are you talking about? Just relying on you ants, you dare to challenge my authority?"
The White King gently waved his dragon wings, and the golden light spread like waves. The oppressive feeling of the gravity field intensified again. Everyone was pressed to the ground, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Finkel's four-legged mecha made a "crackling" metallic sound, and it was close to its limit. "That's right." The White King let out a low laugh, with the indifference and sarcasm accumulated over the long years. He lowered his head and stared at the humans under his feet. His gaze was as if he was looking at a group of insects that were about to be crushed. He was not in a hurry to kill these kneeling humans, but immersed himself in the sense of control under this absolute authority. The White King had not felt this kind of awe from the instinct of life for many years. Since his sleep, the creatures of this world seemed to have forgotten the power of the dragon clan. Now, he will re-declare the order that belongs to the Dragon King. “Kneel down and worship God.” He spoke slowly, his voice like the sound of an ancient bell, carrying unquestionable authority. "God? You are nothing but a beast in god's skin!" Angé's voice came from the wind, low but with an unshakable will. Everyone's eyes turned towards the rooftop, only to see Angé slowly rising from the rubble. His body was covered with broken scales, blood dripping from the gaping wounds, but he still stood straight. He raised his head, the golden light in his eyes becoming more and more dazzling. It was an obsession that did not belong to mortals. "Young man..." Ange exhaled softly, his voice low and hoarse but thunderous, "The future battlefield is indeed yours... but not today. Today is my battle." The fourth blood explosion! (End of this chapter)