Clash of Emperor-Rank Officials

The fused dragon radiated a Level 35 magical aura—several times stronger than the two sea dragons combined.

Purple Dragon’s face froze in horror.

“What in the hell is this thing?!”

“A Fused Sea Dragon?! Soulbind Fusion?!”

Staring at the Abyssal Wyrm,his composure shattered.

This isn’t a pirate I’m fighting…

It’s a pirate, swordsman, knight, AND summoner rolled into one!

The kid’s level was low—yet his arsenal of skills was ridiculously vast.

【Fused Beast: Abyssal Wyrm】
【Racial Stat Total: 600】
【Level: 35】
【Skills: Stealth, Razorstorm, Abyssal Maelstrom, Diamond Scales】

Two Level 19s fused into a Level 35?!

Racial stats increased that much?!

Black was just as stunned.

Ordinary spirit beasts couldn’t achieve this.

Only dragons possessed such fusion potential.

This Abyssal Wyrm’s combat power was second only to Little Jinzi.

Now, with Black, Little Jinzi, and the Abyssal Wyrm,the battle had finally balanced.

What followed would be a true clash of equals.

“A pirate who not only uses Summoner skills—but also divine-tier fusion techniques?!”

Purple Dragon’s worldview collapsed.

His face was taut with disbelief.

But before he could recover—the Abyssal Wyrm attacked.

“Abyssal Maelstrom!”

It flapped its massive wings,unleashing a hurricane-force gale—then blasted a high-pressure water column into the vortex!

The combined force became a dozens-of-meters-wide annihilating whirlpool!

Metal racks shredded like paper.

The floor was plowed into deep trenches.

Purple Dragon’s first Vine Shield disintegrated on contact.

His robes tore,his skin sliced by high-speed water blades.

Little Jinzi seized the opening—executing Swallow Return with erratic, unpredictable flight.

Empowered by Flow State,

Black charged forward with the Overlord Spear,ready to exploit any opening for a lethal thrust.

Trapped in a three-way pincer,

Purple Dragon struggled desperately.

The battle had entered its climax.

Yet, for all the chaos in the ammo depot,on deck,and across the fleet—none compared to a single exchange between Emperor-tier titans.

A kilometer away,the clouds had been blown apart,the ocean vaporized,the seabed exposed and scarred with countless sword gashes.

Elizabeth floated in the void,her white-gold sword—Heaven’s Judgment—glowing like the last star in a dying sky.

This six-star weapon was among the pinnacle of armaments—far surpassing even the Overlord Spear.

Since her ascension to Emperor-tier,it had slain dozens of elite dragons and warlords.

And today—it tasted Dragon King blood for the first time.

Elizabeth stood poised,her white gown pristine despite the carnage.

Before her, Jörmungandr was ruined.

Its body was a lattice of deep sword wounds,golden-red blood raining like a crimson storm.

Gone was its regal might—only broken desperation remained.

Only its Dragon King-tier regeneration kept it alive.

Even so, its aura flickered weakly,as if about to wink out.

Yet Elizabeth fought as if facing a common bandit—effortless, graceful, utterly in control.

This wasn’t a battle—it was a demonstration of absolute dominance.

Her Holy-attribute sword severely weakened Jörmungandr’s Evil-attribute form,while amplifying her own power.

That was why the Dragon King bled so freely.

“It seems… you’ve truly weakened,”

Elizabeth sighed softly.

Jörmungandr said nothing—only glared with murderous hatred.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“You don’t know?” Jörmungandr rasped, voice laced with mockery.

“Know what?”

“You betrayed the dragon race.”

“Betrayal? I merely did what I must.”

“What must?!” Jörmungandr laughed—bitter, hollow.

“Do you think this changes anything? Fool!”

“Someone had to.”

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“That someone… should not have been you!” Jörmungandr roared.

“Why not me?”

“Because you are my most cherished progeny!”

“You are my finest child!”

Elizabeth fell silent.

“Return with me… I will forgive you,”

Jörmungandr’s voice softened.

“I will plead your case before the Dragon Emperor.”

“Do you truly believe I can go back?”

Elizabeth shook her head.

“My blood… is already tainted with the stench of humans.”

“I can purify you.”

“Purify?” She let out a cold laugh.

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“You must!” Its voice turned feral.

“Or I will kill you myself!”

“Then come.”

She raised Heaven’s Judgment.

Jörmungandr’s eyes flickered with torment.

It didn’t want to kill her…but it couldn’t let her continue.

For it knew—everything she did… was for humanity.

“Then only one of us leaves this place alive.”

Elizabeth’s tone was ice.

“Yes.”

Jörmungandr nodded—then unleashed a world-shattering roar.

Its body swelled,wounds sealed in seconds,aura surging back to terrifying heights.

Dragon Ascension—a forbidden technique that multiplied its power at the cost of catastrophic backlash.

Elizabeth didn’t flinch.

Her gown remained spotless,her expression calm—even beautiful in its icy serenity.

Though she bore minor wounds,a single drop of blood at her lip only enhanced her allure.

Jörmungandr, by contrast,was shattered—its once-gleaming blue scales cracked and dull,dragonblood oozing continuously.

The Abyssal Chasm’s absence was damning—without its +100% attack and HP buff,the Dragon King was crippled.

Its massive vertical pupils locked onto Elizabeth,nostrils flaring in exhaustion.

Beneath its fury, dread stirred.

This human woman was stronger than expected—so much so it remembered the Sword Sage who’d severed its horns ages ago.

“Don’t get cocky, human!”

Jörmungandr snarled.

“You only win because I’m not at full strength!

At my peak, you’d be dead in one strike!”

Dragon pride scorched,its rage consuming.

“So what?”

“The age of dragons is over.

Today, you will die.”

Elizabeth hovered above it,her gaze disdainful, as if mocking its delusion.

“Die?! HAHAHA!”

Jörmungandr’s laughter shook the heavens.

“Arrogant insect!

Even the Sword Sage failed to kill me!

What makes you think you can?!”

“Dragon Kings cannot be killed—don’t you know?!”

“Even if you reduce my body to dust,as long as one drop of water remains in this world,

I will return!

We are one with the World’s Laws!”

Elizabeth said nothing.

She wouldn’t reveal the Sword in the Stone.

Instead—she swung her sword.

SHIIING!

Space ripped like parchment—a black fissure split sea and sky!

Actions spoke louder than words.

Faced with this apocalyptic sword scar,

Jörmungandr roared, summoning a mountainous tsunami!

But the moment the wave touched the fissure—it froze.

Then—split cleanly in two.

Like a god’s hand had cleaved the ocean itself.

Seawater collapsed sideways,the seabed split into a canyon.

Countless sea dragons vaporized in the backlash.

Even Jörmungandr’s membranous wings tore apart.

“HUMAN! YOU DARE—!”

It howled in pain.

A continent-shattering claw strikelashed toward Elizabeth—power enough to shatter islands.

At the last instant—Elizabeth vanished.

Jörmungandr’s eyes snapped upward.

She stood atop its head,

Heaven’s Judgment pointed down,tip aimed at its skull.

“Die.”

Her voice was as calm as if she held a needle.

Speed beyond Dragon King’s reaction.

The blade pierced scale—and Jörmungandr’s body disintegrated into billions of water droplets.

Elizabeth’s strike landed in empty air—but her expression didn’t flicker.

The next instant—the droplets recoalesced.