Chapter 463: Decapitation
Swish—
The Red Dragon twisted sideways, narrowly dodging a sweeping slash from the curved blade. Instantly shifting direction, it lashed out with its thick, bone-spined tail, striking the Fire Giant’s face with brutal force. The air split open once more.
The impact was devastating. Kai Xiusu’s tail, armored with jagged, bony spines, cracked into the giant’s face, twisting his features grotesquely. A geyser of magma-hot blood erupted into the sky.
“Gah!”
“I’ll kill you!”
With a sharp crack, the Fire Giant was sent flying dozens of meters back, crashing out of the cloud cover, his body trailing thick, gray smoke. He landed far beyond the stormy clouds, leaving only swirling ash and vapor in his wake.
“Huff… huff…”
Kai Xiusu vanished into the smoke, his chest heaving as he exhaled low and slow. ‘This is tougher than expected…’
The Red Dragon’s chest and back were now scarred with deep gashes. Dozens of impossibly tough scales had shattered, and a large gap had torn through the left wing membrane.
No wonder—the Fire Giant was a true sovereign of the Elemental Plane of Fire.
After channeling the immense strength bestowed by the Great Sultan, his size now matched Kai Xiusu’s, even surpassing him in bulk. And with that power came terrifying dominance—Ismael’s raw might was bolstered by the very essence of the fire plane, allowing him to dominate in direct strength clashes.
Every time Kai Xiusu made contact with the giant’s massive frame, he felt a repulsive force emanating from the Fire Element itself—the innate resistance of the plane against intruders.
Though Kai Xiusu was a True Dragon who commanded fire magic, he was not native to the Elemental Plane of Fire.
In short, he couldn’t draw upon the plane’s power. But the Fire Giant could—drawing on the Semi-Divine Strength of the realm itself.
Kai Xiusu confirmed it again.
In Ailezegai, the gap between gods and mortals was staggering—so vast it defied bridging. It wasn’t just strength, but a difference in Life Tier and Essence.
No matter how powerful a mortal might be, they remained a single speck in the infinite cosmos.
But gods were different. Their strength carried authority—a divine right to command power that dwarfed mortal capabilities by several orders of magnitude.
And what Ismael displayed, though far from true divinity, carried the same fundamental nature.
‘Is this the Great Sultan’s true strength?’ Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes, peering through the smoke at the distant Fire Giant. His pale golden eyes flickered with sharp, intrigued curiosity.
‘Then… let’s see—’
‘How far you can push yourself against me!’
The Red Dragon lifted its head and let out a thunderous roar. With a mighty sweep of its wings, it plunged into the smoke, vanishing without a trace.
“Die, you cowardly sneak! I see you now!”
Zzzzip—
Ismael, guided by warrior instinct and the plane’s awareness, hurled his short spear. But the Red Dragon, moving at blinding speed, twisted aside—just in time.
The spear grazed Kai Xiusu’s belly, slicing through the air with a violent crackle.
Then, Kai Xiusu launched upward—only to slam into the Fire Giant from behind, his maw—filled with dagger-sized teeth—ripping into the giant’s flesh.
Pfft—
The sound of spines tearing through meat.
Followed immediately by a shriek of shock and agony.
“Gah—!”
“You filthy crawler! You beastly traitor!”
Instinctively, Ismael grabbed Kai Xiusu by the head, wrenching and twisting, trying to pull the dragon over his shoulder. His other hand still gripped his bronze curved sword, swinging it wildly behind him—awkwardly, ineffectively.
The blade struck Kai Xiusu’s scales with sharp, metallic clinks, but failed to pierce.
The Red Dragon would not comply.
Kai Xiusu bit down with every ounce of strength. His teeth sank deep into the flesh—so deep that, in the struggle, several snapped off inside the wound.
His thick arms wrapped around the Fire Giant’s shoulders, locking him in place, preventing any meaningful movement.
Meanwhile, the Red Dragon’s powerful hind legs kicked forward, claws like razors driving deep into the giant’s flesh, drawing rivers of blood.
This kind of close combat was foreign to Kai Xiusu—his size had always made such tactics impractical. Most of his battles had been against foes smaller than his own claws.
But now, facing a Fire Giant standing nearly forty meters tall, he finally felt the thrill of true, primal combat.
“Gaaah—!”
“Let go! You cursed crawler!”
Ismael roared in fury, wrenching his arms free, but Kai Xiusu’s forelimbs remained locked onto his back, the bite growing tighter with every second.
As the Fire Titan’s body was being torn apart, the surrounding fire surged into him—his wounds healing at a horrifyingly visible pace.
Kai Xiusu bit deeper, and the flesh at the giant’s neck regenerated instantly—creating a surreal, grotesque scene.
But then—cold.
A sudden, bone-chilling chill shot up from the Fire Giant’s neck.
Ismael’s instincts screamed.
Tension. Danger. Something’s wrong.
What is he planning?!
In his past life, Kai Xiusu had often wondered: Why don’t dragons just breathe fire when they bite their enemies?
Now, he was about to test a new, unorthodox method.
It was the Nine-Ring Spell—
【Extreme Cold Icefall】
Though cold magic was heavily suppressed in the Elemental Plane of Fire, Kai Xiusu didn’t care. At this close range, he had to believe it would work.
A wave of soul-freezing cold erupted from his maw—sweeping across the Fire Giant’s back like an avalanche.
The giant’s body began to freeze solid.
“Nooo—!”
“You’re desecrating the Lord of Flame!”
Ismael’s eyes flared with ember sparks. He knew—this was his final moment. If he didn’t act now, he’d be frozen, perhaps even destroyed.
“Red Dragon! Get off me!”
He roared, muscles bulging across his body. With every fiber of his being, he channeled the refined gold ring embedded in his flesh—the sacred artifact of the Great Sultan, no, of the Elemental Plane itself.
A surge of Divine Bestowal, raw and overwhelming.
Boom!
Intense heat exploded around him. The very air trembled. Space warped and shuddered with each pulse.
A crimson ripple spread outward—waves of fire, tearing through the Red Dragon’s body.
A transparent, glowing red sphere enveloped both combatants.
Kai Xiusu felt a crushing force pushing against him—every tooth, every scale repelled, shattered by the sheer power.
‘This strength… is dangerously powerful. If I stay here any longer, I’ll be obliterated!’
“Aaargh—!”
Without hesitation, the Red Dragon released his bite and claws, letting out a low, guttural growl. With a violent snap of its wings, it rocketed upward—faster than thought, vanishing like a phantom.
But the Fire Giant turned, his eyes blazing with orange flame, unleashing twin columns of fire from his gaze.
Boom—
Flames surged forward—raging tongues of fire, forming massive hands that reached from all sides, trying to crush the dragon mid-air.
And Kai Xiusu was still trapped within the red sphere.
The essence of the Elemental Plane wrapped around him, clinging to his wings, slowing his movements.
To Ismael, it was enough.
The enraged Fire Titan Pasha let out a triumphant, guttural laugh—his face twisted in a manic grin, as if vengeance were finally within reach.
“Red Dragon! I told you—you’re powerful… but—”
“No one defeats a Fire Titan Pasha in this plane!”
“Your head is already mine!”
“You understand spells, I see. But have you ever seen this?!”
With a thunderous leap, Ismael raised his bronze curved sword high, the intricate carvings on its blade blazing with blinding light.
Swish—
This was Ismael’s final assassin’s move—
【Decapitation Blade】
Kai Xiusu’s pupils narrowed.
Decapitation Blade—a legendary weapon trait from his past life.
Once activated, and if the target couldn’t move, the weapon could sever a head in a single strike—ensuring instant, irrevocable death.
And this blade—its power was no doubt a gift from the Great Sultan himself. Only a being with the Immortality trait could survive such a blow.
Right now, Kai Xiusu was bound—unable to move for five seconds.
That was all Ismael needed.
But then—Kai Xiusu’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
‘Is this your final trick?’
The Fire Giant was nearly upon him. The blade’s edge, sharp as a spine, loomed larger in Kai Xiusu’s pale golden eyes.
Yet the Red Dragon remained utterly calm—no fear, no panic.
Ismael noticed. But he dismissed it. The dragon was broken, cornered, despairing.
“Red Dragon! Your head falls now!”
“Remember my name—Great Fire Titan Pasha Ismael Enver!”
“Die!”
The roar was deafening. The slash split the sky. The flames burned the heavens and earth.
For any warrior, it would have been a fitting, awe-inspiring funeral.
But amidst the chaos—there was one sound.
A soft, sharp crack.
Swish—
A massive head tumbled through the air, its face frozen in ecstatic, triumphant expression.
But it wasn’t the Red Dragon’s head.
It was Ismael’s.
Kai Xiusu now held the precious, blood-soaked bronze curved sword in his claw, twirling it casually, like a toy.
The hot blood splattered across the Red Dragon’s face, mixing with his crimson scales—yet Kai Xiusu only grinned, a cruel, wide smile.
“Thank you, Ismael Enver Pasha. I was just wondering how to kill you.”
Kai Xiusu had many ways to end Ismael—Chaos Breath was one.
But he’d chosen the most reliable method.
Simple. Elegant.
He’d used the ancient Chrono Dragon’s Pocket Watch to cast the Nine-Ring Spell: 【Time Stop】, breaking free from the Elemental Plane’s binding effect. Then, he’d seized the sword from Ismael’s grasp.
And now—calmly, deliberately—he flew behind the Fire Giant, prepared.
At the exact moment time resumed—he swung the blade.
Decapitation.
The Red Dragon swung.
The scene looked strange, but the result was perfect—Ismael’s head was severed cleanly.
Ismael’s Realm Power could block most spells—even a Dragon Sorcerer’s Metamagic.
But it couldn’t resist the Semi-Divine Essence of the ancient Chrono Dragon’s runes.
Boom—
A mournful cry echoed through the Elemental Plane of Fire. Steam clouds gathered. Ash rain began to fall.
“Lord of Flame….”
“Pasha….”
“He’s dead.”
The terrified elemental beings, trembling from the battle’s fury, dared to peek out. Their eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the fallen Fire Titan Pasha.
“Long Live Emperor Kai Xiusu!”
“The Great Red Dragon is invincible!”
The Empire’s soldiers, already expecting victory, roared with ecstatic joy. From the Ashen Empire’s frontlines, cheers erupted—shattering the sky like thunder.
The giant body fell slowly, burning and crumbling as it descended. Ash and fire scattered across the land, then dissipated—until only a pure, concentrated Fire Elemental Spirit remained.
‘Good thing.’
Kai Xiusu’s eyes gleamed with greed. He spread his wings and dove straight toward the fallen corpse.
“Kai Xiusu!”
“Kai Xiusu!”
A thunderous voice boomed across the burning plain—reverberating with fury, echoing endlessly.
It was immense, distant, yet carried the unmistakable wrath of a god.
“I know you!”
“You dare—kill a Pasha in my realm?”
Kai Xiusu’s expression hardened.
He knew.
The voice came from the true master of this land—the pinnacle of the Elemental Plane. The Semi-Divine King. The Fire Giant Great Sultan.
(End of Chapter)
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