Chapter 130: Matching You With a Worthy Opponent (510)

Looking at the massive horde of Death Servants surrounding him with predatory intent, Li Ang's face could not help but show a slightly helpless smile: "Truly being looked down upon, huh."

If he were still at the First Energy Level, perhaps facing this number of opponents would be extremely tricky, and he might even be defeated by a human-wave tactic.

But unfortunately, he is now at the Second Energy Level.

Based purely on Li Ang's current attributes, dealing with these Death Servants would only require a bit of effort.

Not to mention he now possesses more than just attributes.

Under the gaze of Li Ang's pure golden pupils, the Death Servants present began to cower for no apparent reason; amid their shoving and jostling, not a single monster dared step forward to offend the King's majesty.

"Roar—"

The originally terrifying roars gradually grew low.

However, faced with such a Dahaoji Society, Li Ang stood motionless in place.

He was using his spirit to sense the fire elements in this world.

Perhaps because of the blood of the Bronze and Fire King flowing within him, he felt these fire elements were extraordinarily intimate toward him.

"Heh."

A strange laugh escaped Li Ang's mouth.

Indeed, using Constantine's blood for the blood-exchange was the right call; although the process was extremely difficult, the returns were terrifyingly substantial.

Not only did 【Dragon Vein Alchemist】 undergo changes, there were also some things not displayed on the class panel.

For instance.

Boom—!

Fire! Fire! Endless great fire mixed within violent shockwaves spread toward all directions.

The rapidly rising temperature continuously evaporated the pouring rain, generating vast swathes of white mist.

Word Spirit · Lord Flame!

This high-danger Word Spirit, in the hands of Li Ang whose spirit strength now reached 16.8, erupted with power far surpassing that of an ordinary hybrid.

Of course, Constantine's fetal blood played a part in this—after all, could the Word Spirit released by a Long Wang be the same as that of an ordinary Third-Generation?

At this moment, in front of the Bronze Palace it was as if a napalm bomb had been dropped; terrifying fire waves enveloped most of the Death Servants before the hall.

It was not until the world-overturning rainstorm descended once more upon this land that the destruction wrought by Lord Flame was gradually soothed.

As the white mist rose, Li Ang looked at the Death Servants that had originally surrounded him, now all turned into charred corpses lying on the ground, and could not help but nod in satisfaction.

"The power is still quite strong."

If one disregards the drawback of requiring meditation, Word Spirit · Lord Flame is still quite excellent for large-scale clearing.

Of course, under the effect of Constantine's fetal blood, Li Ang discovered that the meditation time he required was also within an acceptable range.

Moreover, as his spirit strength increases later on, Lord Flame will very likely be able to be cast instantly.

Naturally, such a tremendous commotion outside the hall drew the attention of the two Dragon Kings inside.

Looking at the charred corpses covering the ground, Old Tang's expression froze slightly; this was the first time he had seen Li Ang use Lord Flame.

'This kind of power...'

'Is it because of Constantine's blood?'

Because Old Tang had lived so long, and this was also the first time he had encountered such a special case as Li Ang, who survived a blood-exchange with a Long Wang, he was for the moment unclear exactly what was going on with this over-spec Word Spirit power.

Of course, compared to him, it was still far inferior.

And upon seeing this scene, the golden single eye of Odin could not help but flicker:

'A juvenile form is a juvenile form; the Word Spirit only has this level of power.'

As the King of Sky and Wind, He had naturally seen just how violent His 'brother's' complete form truly was.

One must know that among the Four Monarchs back then, the other party was the most like the Black King.

Both in strength and in temperament.

However, although the two Dragon Kings each had different thoughts, their bodily movements did not pause in the slightest.

Howling gale winds emitted terrifying wailing sounds within the Bronze Hall, and from time to time, air currents compressed to the extreme would suddenly explode and sweep in all directions.

If the Yin Thunder used by that Fourth-Generation Li Ang had encountered earlier was a hand grenade, then the Yin Thunder used by Odin was a missile.

The two were simply not on the same level.

Facing Odin, who had wandered the world for who knows how long, even Old Tang, the Bronze and Fire King, felt a slight pressure.

In the end, he had only been awake for less than a month; fortunately, the other party was merely a puppet.

Massive metal blocks were rapidly smelted in mid-air to remove impurities, then transformed into a barrage of alchemical weapons that hacked toward Odin.

Under the combination of Heaven-and-Earth as Furnace and Sword Control, Old Tang at this moment was just like an immortal sword cultivator in Shenzhou's history.

Facing his attack, Odin's expression did not change; he merely used the spear in his hand to sweep away the incoming alchemical weapons, then suddenly thrust toward Old Tang.

However, just at this moment, a vicious gust abruptly attacked from behind Him.

The moisture of the rain obscured Odin's mouth and nose, and also let Him sense the killing intent contained within; yet He still callously attacked toward Old Tang regardless.

This Nordic God-King was certainly not overconfident, nor was He preparing to trade injury for injury.

The eight-legged steed beneath Him snorted, then suddenly kicked backward.

As the Long Wang's mount, the eight-legged steed named 'Sleipnir' was certainly more than just good-looking.

If one underestimated it...

It would cost one's life.

Boom—!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a blast of air immediately ravaged outward in all directions from the point where Li Ang and Sleipnir clashed.

At this moment, fine cracks like a spiderweb spread across nearly half the palace floor; such tremendous force could not be withstood even by metal that had been initially refined by the Bronze and Fire King.

But taking this Chenciji Society, Li Ang has already firmly gripped Sleipnir's two thick hind legs.

It had eight legs; otherwise, an ordinary horse would have already collapsed to the ground.

"Constantine!"

"Seeking death!"

This act undoubtedly enraged Odin.

He turned, his golden eyes flickering with threads of fury, and thrust Gungnir straight at Li Ang.

Unfortunately, this move gave Old Tang an opening.

The wrath of the Bronze and Fire King engulfed the Norse god-king entirely; under Old Tang's precise control, the roaring flames did not even touch Li Ang, who stood mere steps away.

"Norton! Constantine!"

A roar like thunder erupted from within the flames.

Immediately, a terrifying tornado formed at Odin's location, carrying golden flames toward Old Tang.

Seeing this, Li Ang couldn't help muttering inwardly:

"No wonder they're father and son—they even share the same combo move."

A textbook Wind Eye plus fire.

Unfortunately, this time the flames would not obey the Wind Eye's user.

Before the flame tornado reached Old Tang, it had already dissolved slowly under his gaze.

At this moment, Odin was wrapped in a layer of glass-like airflow, and it was precisely this technique that had blocked Old Tang's previous attack.

"I originally had some questions I wanted to ask you."

"But now it seems unnecessary."

As he spoke, he slowly raised Gungnir in his hand, aiming it at Li Ang.

"The marker of fate has been planted. Embrace your destined death."

"Divine Declaration: Gungnir."