112: Chapter 112 The surviving Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King was dumbfounded. Was this some kind of urban fantasy drama?
A scorched, deep crater, like a hideous, massive scar on the earth's surface.
The air was filled with a pungent, eerie smell of mixed radioactive materials and metallic vapor.
All around was deathly silent.
The sound of waves could not be heard, because the seawater was instantly vaporized by the terrifying high temperatures as it approached this area.
Nor could the wind be heard, because the air here had become viscous due to the nuclear explosion.
In the very center of the crater.
Beneath the pile of scrap metal—once the bridge of the "Abyssal Dragon"—that had been twisted into a pretzel by the blast.
A faint, heart-wrenching cough suddenly came from beneath.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
A charred arm, barely recognizable as human, trembled as it reached out from a gap in the scrap metal.
Immediately after, a figure covered in black smoke, ragged, and looking a hundred times more miserable than a demon from hell, struggled to crawl out from under the ruins.
The Crooked-Mouth Dragon King, Dragon King Long Xiaotian.
He was actually still alive.
As expected of a Child of Destiny burdened with great fortune, having a "blood-lock" cheat is truly overpowered.
At the very moment the nuclear flash lit up.
A protective jade pendant hanging around Dragon King Long Xiaotian's neck, which he had obtained from an ancient relic years ago and was said to have been personally refined by a Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, shattered with a "crack".
The moment the pendant shattered, it erupted into a golden protective light shield, blocking the first wave of the most lethal light radiation for him.
But that only blocked it.
The shockwave that followed immediately slammed him, along with the entire bridge, into the ground like swatting a fly.
To survive, Dragon King Long Xiaotian, in the final moment, unhesitatingly burned all the essence blood and true energy he had painstakingly cultivated for thirty years, barely managing to protect his heart.
But the price was also enormous.
His limbs were now severely burned and carbonized, revealing ghastly white bones.
His master-level dantian, cultivated over many years, had completely shattered, turning into an empty funnel.
His once proud cultivation was less than one-tenth of what it used to be.
Now, let alone a master, he couldn't even beat an ordinary street thug.
"Cough... water... water..."
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's throat felt like it was on fire; he lay on the scorching scorched earth, crawling forward with difficulty like a dying stray dog.
He crawled a few meters and finally emerged from the shadow of the scrap metal.
Then, he raised his head.
The moment he saw the scene before him.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's murky, bloodshot eyes widened abruptly.
His entire being froze in place, as if struck by a divine thunderbolt from the nine heavens.
Gone.
Everything was gone.
The once magnificent deep-water harbor that anchored the invincible fleet was gone.
The once heavily guarded military base, like a fortress of steel, was gone.
The central square, once bustling with noise and excitement, stationed with one hundred thousand battle-hardened troops, was also gone.
Looking around.
The whole world seemed to have only one color left.
Scorched black.
A despairing, scorched black that represented death and destruction.
In the air, fine, radioactive black dust floated.
That was the ashes of his one hundred thousand troops.
That was the wreckage of his twenty years of hard work.
"No..."
"No! This isn't real!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian let out a heart-wrenching, inhuman wail.
He couldn't accept it!
Just ten minutes ago, he was still the overseas king standing on the podium, high-spirited and ready to rule the world!
He was still fantasizing about trampling Xingang City, stepping on that kid surnamed Qin, and using his skull as a wine cup!
But now?
His proud one hundred thousand troops didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.
His indestructible steel fleet had turned into a pile of twisted scrap metal.
His underground kingdom, which he had painstakingly built for twenty years, had been erased from the earth in just a few seconds!
Why?!
Why on earth did it turn out like this?!
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's brain fell into unprecedented chaos and collapse.
He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself loudly.
The burning pain told him this was not a dream.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian let out a desperate and angry roar at the sky, murky tears mixed with black dust rolling down from the corners of his eyes.
"Unfair! This is fucking unfair!"
Like a gambler who had lost all his chips, he lay on the ground, crazily pounding the earth with his scorched fists.
"This script is wrong!"
"I am the Child of Destiny! I am the overseas Dragon King!"
"I should be the man who plays the pig to eat the tiger, pushes through everything, finally marries a beautiful woman, and reaches the pinnacle of life!"
"What kind of thing is Qin Yuan?! Isn't he just a brainless villainous rich second generation in a modern urban power fantasy novel who wouldn't live past a hundred chapters?!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's Dao heart collapsed completely at this moment.
He couldn't figure it out.
This was clearly supposed to be an urban face-slapping script!
According to the normal routine, shouldn't he have used absolute force to kill his way to Qin Yuan, then Qin Yuan's bodyguards and subordinates would be beaten up one by one by him, and finally, Qin Yuan would kneel and beg for mercy, only to be stepped on the face by him?
Why use a nuclear bomb?!
What god-forsaken director would arrange such a world-destroying thing in a modern urban soldier-king script?!
This is fucking dimension-reduction strike!
This is cheating!
This is playing dirty!
"Damn heaven! You are toying with me!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian pointed at the gray sky and let out the most vicious curse.
His spirit, under the extreme blow and contrast, was already on the verge of total collapse.
He even began to suspect that he had taken the wrong script and walked onto the wrong set.
Just when Dragon King Long Xiaotian was lying on the ground, raging impotently like a madman.
At the edge of the sky, a dull, droning sound suddenly approached from afar.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian abruptly raised his head.
He saw a pitch-black, sci-fi-looking heavy transport helicopter passing through the thick radioactive smoke and dust, slowly landing towards his location.
On the fuselage of the helicopter was printed an extremely glaring logo that he hated to the bone.
Qin Group!
"Hum—hum—"
The giant propellers stirred up sand and dust, blowing so hard that Dragon King Long Xiaotian could barely open his eyes.
The helicopter landed steadily on the scorched earth not far away.
"Click."
The rear cabin door slowly opened.
A figure wearing a heavy white hazmat suit, like an astronaut, surrounded by a group of heavily armed bodyguards holding Gauss rifles, slowly walked down the gangway.
The person walked step by step.
Military boots stepped on the scorched earth, making a "rustling" sound.
Every step seemed to step on Dragon King Long Xiaotian's already broken heart.
Finally, the figure stopped in front of Dragon King Long Xiaotian.
He stood high above, looking down at the humanoid creature like rotten mud on the ground through the thick protective mask.
Although he couldn't see his face.
But the indifference and mockery in those eyes, as if looking at a poor wretch, were something Dragon King Long Xiaotian would never forget in his life!
It was Qin Yuan!
He actually dared to come!
"You... you devil!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian used all his remaining strength to squeeze a few words out of his throat, his eyes filled with blood-feud hatred.
Qin Yuan did not speak.
He just slowly raised his foot.
Then, with one foot, he gently stepped on Dragon King Long Xiaotian's iconic crooked mouth, which was extremely distorted by anger.
He transmitted his voice clearly to Dragon King Long Xiaotian's ears through the built-in communicator.
The voice was very light, yet carried a coldness and mockery sufficient to cast a person into the infinite hell.
"Now, tell me."
"Who is the real Dragon King?"