Chu Zihang said frankly.

Di Xin felt a little funny. He had never encountered such a frank and righteous robber in such a long time.

But the temperament of the human youth in front of him is not like a robber, but more like a straightforward minister.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Emperor Xin said.

"Death is glory, fear is shame."

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Hahahaha, so human race is interesting."

Emperor Xin laughed again, laughing happily, as if he wanted to finish laughing for thousands of years at once.

When he finally laughed enough, he ignored Chu Zihang and looked at Yuan Zhinu hiding behind him.

"Has the White King woke up?"

The sound is extremely cold.

"No, no. God should still be suppressed in the 'well of hiding'."

Facing the pair of golden eyes as hot as the sun, Yuan Chinen was unable to hide it at all.

"Is that true? It seems that the White King is not as powerful as the legendary one."

Di Xin sneered.

"What are you looking for the White King?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Swallow it and get its power."

Di Xin had no intention of concealing it.

"Then why don't you take action?"

"The White King held the authority of the spirit, and the power that rashly devoured it will only be replaced by it. So I have been waiting."

Emperor Xin said.

"What are you waiting for?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Wait for a self-righteous person to clean up the White King's power for me."

Emperor Xin said.

"who?"

"I don't know, but there will never be a shortage of people or dragons in this world who covet the power of the White King."

As he said that, Di Xin sighed.

"It's a pity that I can't wait anymore."

He turned around and a huge wound on his back from his neck to his tailbone was exposed in front of everyone.

The wound was torn, and seemed to be cut open by things like claws.

The torn area was modified into feathers with white pigment, and the wound was painted in the shape of a black bird.

Even the strongest second-generation seed is still the next-generation seed, and challenging the authority of the king will definitely pay the price.

"For millions of years, my life has become like a candle in the wind. But the emperor should have an emperor's way of death. Since you are here, let me give you the most brilliant ending."

Di Xin's eyes passed over them and looked at the stupid guy.

Humans are really a magical race. Without relying on the power of fire elements, they can still create weapons comparable to candle dragons.

He knew that he could no longer resist such power. Instead of dying uglyly, he might as well fight with great pleasure in the end.

He was not only the emperor of the Shang Dynasty, but also the most powerful warrior.

“How to do it?”

Chu Zihang said.

"With your all-out effort, the weak are not qualified to negotiate with the king."

Emperor Xin said coldly.

"good."

He nodded and drew out the Han Bafang Sword.

The sword sound of dissatisfaction was vivid and the sword body became dozens of times heavier in an instant.

"Quiet."

Chu Zihang tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the steaming blood mist radiated from the pores into the air, and then condensed into blood beads and dripped onto the sword.

In the face of this blood containing strong will, he surrendered vividly.

He waved the Wuwei sword that was already like a finger of his arm, and cut off several protruding bone spurs.

At this moment, Chu Zihang had no longer had much to do with people. His whole body was covered with asphalt scales, and his eyes had turned into red and golden colors like Di Xin.

His slender and fair fingers had turned into black claws, and his sharp scales continued to grow, cutting all other clothes except the carapace into pieces.

Chu Zihang reached out and pulled off the shell armor. This feeling of restraint made him feel uncomfortable.

The feeling of pleasure made him breathe a sigh of relief, and then he reached out to break the bone horns that grew on his forehead.

The severe pain made the scales on Chu Zihang's face twitch, but he felt a little better inside.

"Great Lord of Humanity, may you forgive this ugly body until your warriors are saved."

After the prayer was over, he drew his sword toward the sky.

Those who defeated Zhou were Chu Zihang.
Chapter completed!