The gods in the distance took back the spear that had just been thrown out and looked coldly at Chu Zihang who was gradually transforming into dragons.

"Ao!"

A huge roar erupted from Chu Zihang's throat, and there was no voice at all, only a violent dragon roar.

At this moment, Chu Zihang was wrapped in blood scabs and scales, completely losing his appearance.

Pieces of dragon scales, bone spurs broke through his skin from his tough muscle tissue, and healed and scabbed under the powerful self-healing ability of dragon blood. It was bloody and violent, but it gave Chu Zihang the power that he longed for the most.

It is enough to compete with the pure blood monarch!

"It really surprised me!" Odin was silent for a while, and finally said: "I didn't expect that the humble 'beast' could also burst out with the power of pure blood dragons, but... that's all."

Before Chu Zihang could react from the sudden suddenness of having powerful power, Odin had already come on the sacred horse, and Kungunier in his hand flashed with a dazzling cold light.

Chu Zihang instinctively dodged, but Kungunier's sharp spear tip still cut a huge wound on his abdomen, and the splashed blood spilled all over the floor.

The blood sizzled on the ground, like nitric acid exposed to the air and reacted violently. This was the mutated dragon blood mixed with Chu Zihang's original blood and a violent chemical reaction occurred.

You can imagine what kind of state Chu Zihang's body is at this moment, just like boiling water boiled in a kettle, destroying the tissue in his body over and over again, and recovering from the self-healing ability of dragon blood again and again.

Every moment is like swallowing life.

Under the powerful effect of dragon blood, the wound on Chu Zihang's body healed quickly, but Odin's surprise attack just now restored Chu Zihang's consciousness a little, and the hand holding Cun Yu in his hand became more and more powerful.

Chu Zihang held the knife in both hands and made a blocking gesture, waiting for Odin's next attack.

"Ding, thing, thing..."

God Maslapnis took heavy steps, but he had come at an extremely fast speed. Every time it went further, the eight feet would make dull sounds on the ground, like a mournful bell of death, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Dongdong, dudongdong..."

Chu Zihang could clearly feel the violent beating of his heart. At this moment, it was like a water pump operating at full capacity, continuously bringing oxygen and nutrients to every corner of Chu Zihang's body, providing sufficient power for the final accumulating blow.

Here comes, he is here!

Odin's spear was raised again, and the long sword in Chu Zihang's hand also made a slashing move.

At this moment, time and space seem to slow down due to the shocking showdown between one person and one god, just like stop-motion animation, where everything in the world is overshadowed.

The next second, the picture moved, and the surrounding time and space were no longer pitch black.

The picture suddenly came to an empty arena, which was Chu Zihang's ring in the Youth Palace. The coach was here to teach him the basic swordsmanship.

Chu Zihang spent three years practicing here for more than a thousand days and nights, and this moment was waiting for.

Feeling the familiar environment around him, Chu Zihang's originally restless heart calmed down again, and he tried his best to calm down his mind. This was what his Jiandao teacher taught him, practicing sword is practicing mind.

The heart follows the sword, and the sword moves with the heart!

The same goes for knife.

No! This is simply a ridiculous joke!

Chu Zihang even believed that this was just a way for gods to tease themselves. Who knew that these monsters who had lived for countless years had such a perverted heart hidden in their decadent bodies.

"Are you... kidding me?" Chu Zihang struggled and yelled at the god in front of him.

The god ignored him and just quietly turned his back, as if he was about to leave.

"God never lie," said Odin.

At this moment, Chu Zihang was stunned again. He knew that what the god said was true.

The originally powerful will slacked off slightly. Chu Zihang wanted to wake him up, but fatigue came like a tide, washing Chu Zihang's eyes that were unopened over and over again.

No..., just like that, it's good... Chu Zihang thought subconsciously.

His eyes began to become hazy, and the world seemed to be mosaiced in an instant. Looking at the gods' backs gradually fading away, Chu Zihang's last defense was also put down.

He was too tired and wanted to rest.

The sacred pastoral song began to ring in his mind, like the Bible chanting softly by pilgrims in the church, solemn and solemn, as if it were the last farewell song to heaven.

"Senior brother, you can't sleep!"

An inexplicably familiar voice rang in Chu Zihang's mind, with a humble tone, but it was so reassuring, "If you sleep, you will die..."
Chapter completed!