Chapter 157: Luode single‑handedly clears the Storm Fortress dungeon, crushing the Blood Elf Prince

A towering, terrifying aura burst forth from Luode in an instant, mixed with dragon might, the majesty of a wilderness demigod, and Conqueror's Haki.

Inside the Storm Fortress, all blood elves and even some demons were struck by this wave; if it were merely ordinary Conqueror's Haki, some high-level magic-class professionals and powerful warrior paladins could be immune to this attack.

But now Luode's Conqueror's Haki is different from ordinary Conqueror's Haki; it is a higher-grade pressure produced by merging the dignity of a wilderness demigod and the dragon might of the dragon bloodline.

This is a pressure of life-level tier; ordinary mortal-level lifeforms cannot even stand against Luode's Conqueror's Haki.

Luode snapped his fingers, opening a small portal behind himself that led outside the Storm Fortress.

"Bulin! First help Liadelin to the back to rest for a while; I'll settle this side quickly—I should be done in less than an hour." Luode spoke.

"Hey! Lord Luode, hang in there! Bulin will wait for your victorious return." Bulin gave Luode a playful smile, then hoisted Liadelin and went straight through the portal.

Luode also waved his hand, directly activating the Mirror Space skill, enveloping the entire Storm Fortress within his Mirror Space.

"What kind of magic is this? You're not human, you couldn't possibly be human." Blood Elf Prince Kael'thas stared at Luode with wide eyes, saying in disbelief.

This pressure, coming from deep within the soul and resembling that of a top-of-the-food-chain powerhouse, in the face of this immense pressure.

Kael'thas even faintly felt an urge to kneel, to fall at the feet of the man before him.

"Heh! How pathetic! As the prince of the Blood Elf clan, everything you do ends in failure; your life is practically defined by two words: failure! Your beloved woman was taken by others, your nation was destroyed, yet you seek refuge with the mastermind who ruined your homeland—you are truly a through-and-through three-surname lackey." Luode looked at Kael'thas with a sneer and said.

Under Luode's pressure, over 90% of the blood elves in the Storm Fortress have rolled their eyes and fainted.

Only some high-level professionals barely manage to stay standing, but their condition is no better—for even staying upright is extremely difficult for them.

"What do you mean, you bastard? When did I become a three-surname lackey?" Kael'thas glared at Luode, angrily demanding an answer.

"At first you followed your father's surname, Sunstrider; later you joined Illidan, swore allegiance to him as your adoptive father, so you took Illidan's name.

Then Illidan didn't value you much, casually taught you two moves, and even lured away a large number of your blood elf subordinates.

Then you defiantly pledged yourself to Kil'jaeden, took him as your adoptive father, and now you bear Kil'jaeden's name as well—adding to your original surname, aren't you three surnames?

"So should I call you Kael'thas Furywind? Or Kael'thas Kil'jaeden?" Luode burst out laughing at a certain Blood Elf Prince.

What a sad fool—your life is nothing but a complete failure, through and through, in love, career, and even your nation.

"Don't talk nonsense! I never acknowledged them as my adoptive fathers—Flame Storm!" Kael'thas straightened his back, directly releasing his arcane magic and infusing it with fel power.

A massive fel fire storm instantly engulfed Luode, wrapping him completely inside.

A gurgling sound came, and the raging flame storm filling the sky was actually sucked into a fireball-shaped object.

"Ha ha, I'm truly stuffed—your flame tastes great, how about some more?" The fireball creature, with two tiny claws underneath, eyes and a mouth, was now making a belching expression.

This is none other than Luode's Homies' Creation Herherios.

"You call that fire? Let me show you what real fire is." Luode let out a strange laugh, his whole body undergoing a draconic transformation as he opened his maw and spewed a sky‑reaching pillar of flame at Kael'thas.

The might of this flame surpasses what Kael'thas just unleashed—it is stronger and greater.

The enormous flame pillar instantly smashed onto Kael'thas's body; the Blood Elf Prince could barely sustain a magical barrier.

Though he blocked the scorching heat, the immense impact hurled him flying, rolling several times across the ground before collapsing.

"Cough cough!"

"No! Your Highness, stop!" Kael'thas's four aides struggled to their feet; one drew an arrow and aimed at Luode, while the others began casting their respective spells.

The four together assaulted Luode, but whether the arrows they shot or the spells they released—

were all ignored by Luode; his sturdy dragon scales directly blocked their magic and weapon attacks.

After undergoing the draconic transformation, Luode's entire body was covered in a layer of dragon scales; this scale state pushed his defense to the extreme, even tougher than wearing armor.

Now Luode finally understands why some powerful creatures disdain wearing armor—because they don't need it at all! Their bodies are harder than any armor.

"You're all too weak." Luode instantly appeared before the four advisors, his fists coated in Armament Haki, and with one punch per person he sent the four advisors flying to the ground. They didn't even have a chance to react before Luode knocked them down; now Luode is a sorcerer at a distance, but up close he is the mightiest warrior.

Moreover, the blood elves' physique is extremely frail.

The last time, in the Mirror Space, fighting his father‑in‑law had already made Luode fully aware of his own physique; it's time to develop it further.

"You! What exactly are you monster? Why are you attacking us? Why are you attacking my race?" Kael'thas painfully climbed to his feet and spoke.

"Well, I'll tell you after I beat you flat on the ground, unable to move." Luode flexed his fists and spoke.

Just then, a pleasant cry rang out within the Storm Fortress as a gigantic fire phoenix over ten meters long suddenly swooped in, breathing flames at Luode and Homies' Creation Herrios.

This fire phoenix is none other than Prince Kael'thas's favorite pet, Fire Phoenix Ao—a mighty fire phoenix.

But the flames breathed by the fire phoenix could not harm Luode in the slightest; beside him, Homies' Creation Herrios had already opened its maw and gulped down the phoenix's fire in one gulp.

"This is delicious! Your flame is better than any I've ever eaten—how about some more, little phoenix?" Herrios's size instantly swelled, becoming a gigantic fel fireball tens of meters tall.

With a wicked grin, Luode's Homies' Creation formed a natural counter to this Blood Elf Prince and his pet.

His proudest fire‑based spells—whether fel or arcane—are completely devoured by his own Homies' Creation, leaving nothing behind.

Kael'thas drew his heirloom Flame Strike and summoned several weapons to appear beside him.

"I've lived a long time—over a thousand years—and my lengthy life has let me gather countless top‑tier weapons; these weapons can launch attacks even without a wielder." Kael'thas said.

Instantly seven legendary weapons appeared, as if someone were manipulating them: bows automatically drew and shot at Luode, while staves cast spells on their own.

Daggers, one‑handed swords, one‑handed hammers, and two‑handed axes also swung at Luode.

The seven weapons, as if wielded by a single professional, all seven legendary weapons launched an assault together on Luode.

Since my fire magic is nullified by you, what are we to do about these weapons?

Luode gave a cold grin, then pulled out his Wolf Tooth Club.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After a few strikes, the seven weapons were all knocked to the ground; now a single blow from him far surpasses even the top‑tier warrior, easily severing the weapons' link to Kael'thas.

You know 'might makes miracles,' right, my friend? Against some low‑level professionals, flaunting seven legendary weapons like that is indeed pretty badass.

But if you're facing a master, in front of others this is nothing but a pure street‑juggling act—handing weapons over to others.

Even in the original dungeon, you're just the sort who hands out weapons, like that time hunter Xiao Bai grabbed a bow and quit the party in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the fire phoenix also clashed with Luode's Homies' Creation.

"The quality of these weapons is not bad; from now on they'll all bear the Luode name—I'll gladly take them." Luode said, then directly collected Kael'thas's seven weapons.

"You! How is this possible!"

At this moment, Luode had already pounced forward, quickly arriving in front of Kai'ersasi, and then he slammed a heavy punch into the opponent's belly.

His prideful magic armor technique, magical shield, mana barrier, and fire shield were directly smashed to pieces by Luode.

The Blood Elf Prince was bent over like a shrimp from the blow, Luode grabbed a handful of his beautiful blond hair, lifted him up, and swung a punch at his handsome face.

A punch coated in Armament Haki, even Conqueror's Haki, hammered onto some mage's face—just how powerful was it? The Blood Elf Prince's entire face deformed, his nose was knocked askew, and fresh blood flowed from his nostrils.

"I told you to acknowledge your adoptive father, so just do it—what nonsense are you spouting! Take this! Eat another punch of mine!" Luode single-handedly grabbed the Blood Elf Prince's hair and frenziedly pounded his face.

After a few minutes, some Blood Elf Prince's face had already swollen into a pig's head.

This was still the result of Luode showing mercy; otherwise, at this moment the Blood Elf Prince would have already had his head blown apart.

(End of chapter)