Chapter 546: Mountain Collapse
The next instant, a thunderous boom echoed across the sky—like a divine lightning strike—sending a powerful shockwave rippling outward.
“Boom!”
Kai Xiusu’s blazing Dragon Body charged headlong into the Abyssal Dragon’s chest, unleashing a storm of flame-light, violent explosions, and thick gunsmoke.
Two titanic beasts, each over a hundred meters in length, locked in a brutal aerial tussle, their struggle shaking the heavens and trembling space itself.
Jelrazaks stood nearly three hundred meters tall—far larger than the Red Dragon’s hundred-meter frame—seemingly poised to crush his foe with sheer dominance.
Yet, where the Abyssal Dragon was lean, emaciated, and decaying, Kai Xiusu’s Dragon Body was thick, dense, and forged of iron-like muscle, every sinew taut and defined. A divine aura of strength pulsed around him, amplifying his might.
In an instant, the Red Dragon capitalized on his dive, regaining the upper hand. He stamped down hard on the Abyssal Dragon’s chest, driving him deeper into the sky with relentless pressure.
“Roar— Eat you! Eat you!”
Jelrazaks roared madly, flailing with clawed limbs, thrashing his ragged wings, twisting his head to bite, spitting foul, stinking saliva in all directions.
“Tch. Last-ditch struggle of a dying beast,” Kai Xiusu sneered, dodging the wild claw and fang attacks with effortless grace. In three swift strides, he leapt onto the Abyssal Dragon’s back and sank his teeth deep into the wing bone.
A sharp crack rang out—followed by a sickening snap.
The wing bone shattered. The vast, sky-obstructing wings, once spanning hundreds of meters, now drooped lifelessly, torn from their sockets.
“Roar—!”
Jelrazaks shrieked in agony, arching his neck skyward in a long, mournful howl. His eyes burned crimson. In his frenzy, he clawed at his own body, leaving deep, gushing wounds across his flesh.
The Abyssal Dragon writhed, bleeding purple-black dragon blood and dark red scales spraying through the air.
But Kai Xiusu showed no fear. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the creature’s spine, tightened his wings, and drove his claws deep into the flesh, pinning Jelrazaks down.
He grinned, a feral, triumphant smile.
“Now, Jelrazaks. I’ve got you.”
“Roar—!”
The Red Dragon roared—his entire body bulging with veins, law-force coiling around him. The gravity around him surged tenfold, as if a mountain had suddenly slammed down upon the Abyssal Dragon.
The Imperial Domain: Sealing suppressed the chaotic winds of devastation, stripping Jelrazaks of any support.
With only one wing left, the Abyssal Dragon flapped desperately—but could no longer maintain balance, let alone withstand the Red Dragon’s onslaught.
“Crack—!”
The air screamed as it tore open.
The two colossal beasts tumbled from the heavens, plummeting like meteors.
Two dragons, combined weighing nearly a hundred million tons, crashed into the mountainside of Mount Tiel—
“Boom!”
The impact sent tremors through the earth, rock exploded in all directions. A massive dust cloud erupted, billowing skyward, carrying shattered boulders and sand in a furious storm that swallowed the sky and ground for dozens of kilometers.
A crater hundreds of meters wide and dozens deep gouged into the mountainside—like a monstrous bite taken out of the land.
But it wasn’t just Mount Tiel. The entire Anzeta Great Wasteland shook. The Anstica Mountains quaked. The ground heaved.
The sheer display of power from the dragon duel sent shockwaves through every watcher dozens of kilometers away—fear, trembling, awe.
“Unbelievable… the sheer scale!”
“Gods above… this is an apocalyptic cataclysm!”
“Bahamut himself! A duel like this hasn’t happened in ten thousand years!”
“Look! Look at Mount Tiel! How is that even possible?!”
The sound of cracking rock grew louder.
Around the crater, the thousand-meter-tall peak of Mount Tiel began to split open. Deep fissures snaked across its surface, and molten magma gushed forth, hot and glowing.
The mountain’s inner layers, already strained beyond endurance, shattered under the dragons’ fury.
“Boom—”
That was the earth’s final lament—the long, mournful cry of a mountain dying.
Rocks tumbled. The peak, once the tallest in the Northern Regions, now resembled a dying giant, collapsing backward in slow motion. Dust and debris roared across the land in a second storm.
The King of the Snowy Mountains, revered for millennia by the Scandian people—Mount Tiel—collapsed with a thunderous roar.
Yet, amidst the ruins, amid the swirling dust and ash, two massive shadows still fought—entangled, relentless.
“Roar—!”
Their roars shook the air, stirring the dust into a maelstrom. The earth beneath them trembled.
But now, the Abyssal Dragon was broken. Half his body buried under rubble, one wing limp and useless, his former aura of dread utterly extinguished.
Yet even so, Jelrazaks remained a force of annihilation—capable of leveling entire human cities with a single swipe.
But his opponent was Kai Xiusu—within the Imperial Domain, wielding absolute authority.
With the Abyssal Dragon as a cushion, Kai Xiusu had survived the fall unscathed.
His pale golden eyes blazed with fire. His powerful dragon body radiated a terrifying aura of intimidation, faint gunsmoke curling from his scales.
Jelrazaks dragged himself from the wreckage, shaking loose rocks and dust from his body. The ground trembled beneath him as he lurched forward—his wounded remnant body charging toward Kai Xiusu.
“Boom!”
The dust exploded again, rock fragments flying in all directions.
But in his rage, Jelrazaks’ attack was predictable—his every move slowed, almost frozen in Kai Xiusu’s Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye.
With a flick of his wings, Kai Xiusu leapt into the air, evading the charge, then descended upon the Abyssal Dragon from above.
“Swish—”
His claw slashed down, cleaving through flesh. Scales shattered, flying like shrapnel. Purple-black blood splattered across the Red Dragon’s face.
Deep, jagged gashes tore across the Abyssal Dragon’s back. He howled in agony.
Jelrazaks thrashed wildly, attempting to roll over, to pin the Red Dragon beneath him—but the crushing weight held him down.
Kai Xiusu grinned, a monstrous, relentless snarl.
He clung to the beast’s back, jaws snapping forward—teeth sinking into the last remaining wing bone. With a violent twist of his head—
“Snap—!”
A deafening tear.
The vast, sky-spanning wing was ripped clean off. A jagged, hundred-meter-long crack tore through the wing membrane.
“Roar—!”
Another shriek—Jelrazaks arched his neck, his entire body convulsing.
Now, the Abyssal Dragon had no wings. Blood rained down from his back. Even his reborn fire—his last hope—could not heal such wounds.
At this point, Jelrazaks no longer looked like a dragon. He resembled a gaunt, emaciated beast crawling through the dirt.
And Kai Xiusu stood atop him, crimson-faced, eyes blazing.
He lowered his voice, a whisper laced with ice.
“Jelrazaks… how does it feel to be prey? Don’t worry. This is only the beginning, Revenant Demon. I’ll return every wound you gave me—tenfold.”
(End of Chapter)
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