Chapter 317 Stripping the Golden Dragon King of All His Origin Cultivation and Destroying His Godhood! Peerless Douluo Star, the Silver Dragon King!
"That's not the Dragon Slayer Sword!"
That's not what the Dragon Slayer Sword looks like!
Its rank... how could its rank be... a super artifact?!
The Golden Dragon King's voice was almost a roar.
It remembers the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Of course it remembers.
When the Dragon God forged that sword, it had not yet been split off, but those memories were etched deep within its bloodline.
The Dragon Slayer Blade is a divine weapon, a top-tier divine weapon, but it is still just a divine weapon.
How could it possibly be a super artifact?
What is the concept of a super artifact?
That was a supreme weapon that even the God-King had to be wary of; it was a terrifying existence capable of changing the landscape of the God Realm.
How could the Dragon Slayer Sword possibly reach this level?
Wei Yuan finally spoke.
"You've been locked up for too long, so long that you no longer know what the outside world has become."
Wei Yuan slowly raised the Dragon-Slaying Blade in his hand, the tip of the blade pointing directly at the Golden Dragon King.
"This is the Dragon Slayer Blade, the real Dragon Slayer Blade."
It wasn't the one forged by the Dragon God, but rather the one reforged by the Heavenly Curtain.
"Using the primordial chaos as the furnace, the supreme laws as the fire, and the lingering will of the fallen dragon god as the catalyst."
Wei Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile tinged with a cold mockery.
"It is stronger than the one forged by the Dragon God."
The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted to their maximum size.
It wanted to say something, to refute, to roar, but the aura emanating from the blade made it stiffen.
That was a fear etched deep in their blood, an innate tremor of the dragon race towards the Dragon Slayer Blade.
It couldn't lie to itself; it was indeed the Dragon Slayer Sword, and even more terrifying than the one it remembered.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
The Golden Dragon King muttered to himself, his voice growing softer and softer.
Suddenly remembering something, it abruptly raised its head and stared intently at Wei Yuan.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
You can't just be a clone!
How could a clone possibly possess the Dragon Slayer Sword?
How could a clone possess such pure destructive power?
Who exactly are you?!
Wei Yuan looked at it and remained silent for a moment.
Then he smiled, a faint smile, yet one that carried an irresistible air of authority.
Who I am is not important.
Wei Yuan's voice was as calm as still water.
"What matters is me standing in front of you, and you."
Who is the true Golden Dragon King?
The Golden Dragon King's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
It opened its mouth, as if to say something, but found that it couldn't utter a single word.
Because what Wei Yuan said was true.
They share the same dragon god bloodline, the same destructive power, and the same golden scales.
One is a prisoner manipulated by others, while the other is the master who controls his own destiny.
Who is the true Golden Dragon King?
This problem terrified it even more than the Dragon Slayer Sword.
"alright."
Wei Yuan's voice interrupted its thoughts, and it slowly raised the Dragon Slayer Blade in its hand.
"Now that we're on this battlefield, it's a fight to the death."
"Unleash your full power! Let me see how much of the Dragon God's former self you still possess after all these years of imprisonment."
The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted violently.
It looked at the knife, and at the figure that looked exactly like itself.
The tyranny, anger, fear, and confusion in his eyes all transformed into a final frenzy at this moment.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The Golden Dragon King roared three times, and its massive dragon body tensed up abruptly, its golden scales standing on end like a wild beast with its fur standing on end.
"Since you want to see, then I'll let you see clearly!"
I am the true Golden Dragon King!
It is the strongest half-body of the Dragon God!
It is the embodiment of destruction!
No one can replace me!
No one can!
boom--!!!
Golden light burst forth from the Golden Dragon King's body.
The Golden Dragon King's body expanded once more, reaching ten thousand zhang, twenty thousand zhang, thirty thousand zhang...
It opened its enormous mouth, and a ball of golden light condensed deep within its throat.
"Go to hell!!!"
A golden beam of light erupted from its mouth, carrying a world-destroying force, and swept towards Wei Yuan.
Wherever it passed, the void collapsed inch by inch, stars turned to dust, and even time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Wei Yuan watched the approaching golden beam of light, his eyes remaining completely calm.
He raised his hand and lightly slashed the Dragon Slayer Blade in front of him.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.
Only a single, dark golden blade of light, like a hot knife slicing through butter, silently cleaved the golden beam of light in two.
The beam of light split in two, whistling past Wei Yuan on either side and completely annihilating a patch of starry sky behind him.
Wei Yuan, however, didn't even flinch.
The Golden Dragon King was stunned.
As it looked at the easily cleaved pillar of light, and at the unharmed figure, the last shred of hope in its heart completely collapsed.
"This...this is impossible..."
The Golden Dragon King's voice was hoarse, and his body trembled.
"That was...that was my full-force attack..."
Wei Yuan slowly sheathed his Dragon-Slaying Blade, looked at the Golden Dragon King, and a faint trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
"All out?"
Wei Yuan shook his head.
"You've been locked up for too long, so long that you've forgotten how to use your own power."
Wei Yuan raised his hand, and a ball of golden light was gathering in his palm.
That light was purer, more restrained, and more perfect than the annihilating pillar of light that the Golden Dragon King had just unleashed.
"Look closely, this is the true power of destruction."
Wei Yuan flicked his finger.
The golden light flew out silently, its speed not fast, yet it seemed to transcend the limitations of space, instantly appearing before the Golden Dragon King.
The Golden Dragon King wanted to dodge, to block, and to fight back.
But it found itself unable to move.
It wasn't out of fear, but because the law of destruction contained within that light was far stronger than it.
That is the absolute suppression of the inferior by the superior, the absolute crushing of the incomplete by the perfect.
boom--!!!
Golden light exploded from the Golden Dragon King's chest.
There was no flying blood and flesh, no shattered bones.
Only a single, hair-thin crack spread from its chest, covering its entire body like a spider web.
Golden dragon blood seeped from the cracks, drop by drop, floating in the void like golden stars.
"ah--!!!"
The Golden Dragon King let out a shrill scream, a sound filled with pain and disbelief.
"This...this is impossible...how could you be...so strong..."
Wei Yuan looked at it without saying a word.
He simply raised the Dragon Slayer Blade in his hand, pointing the tip at the Golden Dragon King's brow.
That is where its divinity resides.
With a single strike, its divine status will be stripped away, and its cultivation will be stripped away.
Everything about it will become Wei Yuan's spoils of war.
The Golden Dragon King looked at the sword and at the figure that looked exactly like himself, and a very complex emotion suddenly welled up in his eyes.
There was resentment, anger, fear, and despair.
But more than anything, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"Let's get started."
The Golden Dragon King's hoarse voice lowered, he closed his eyes, and stopped struggling.
"I am...tired."
(End of chapter)