Antarctica lay blanketed in pristine snow and ice, illuminated by dazzling cyan radiance and a haunting emerald glow.
From afar, the scene was watched.
Endless snow mountains stretched in all directions, their peaks rising and falling. At the center, two blinding lights erupted—Andrew Han and the Emerald Drake collided with overwhelming force, unleashing massive shockwaves.
The air boiled violently and detonated in its entirety!
The radiance contracted and expanded unpredictably, blindingly brilliant!
"Die!"
Andrew Han, eyes burning red in his Green Mountain Robe, lashed out with his left palm.
With a howling rush of wind, the air reversed and spun out—a frigid vortex formed, pressing down on the Emerald Drake's savage head and nearly blasting it apart.
Andrew Han was not familiar with Quentin Suo; perhaps only his master, Miles Ning, truly knew him well.
But in this moment—
Regardless of skin color, nationality, or differences in strength and culture, they shared the same identity—human. Born as humans, united by a common homeland.
Andrew Han wanted to kill the Emerald Drake.
His killing intent had never been so intense, filling every thought in his mind.
"Sword, come!"
With a thunderous shout, ten thousand swords rose behind him.
"Blade, rise!"
A surge of killing intent—blade light slashed down from the heavens.
The river of ten thousand swords and the dazzling blade light fused into a world of rampant slaughter, swirling around the Emerald Drake, sometimes hacking and scouring, sometimes piercing its monstrous hide. The surrounding air was thrown into chaos, drifting snowflakes reduced nearly to molecules, encircling the battlefield like grains of sand.
Yet killing the Emerald Drake was truly difficult.
After all, the Emerald Drake was an upper-class giant Demon! Dragon-type monsters were born noble, able to roam the four seas and eight wilds—this was no empty boast.
It was so furious it nearly went mad, its emotions spiraling into wild frenzy.
That a mere Venerable Saint could block it for over half a minute, giving Andrew Han the chance to unleash the power of the Specter Nightmare and reverse the tide—this was unforgivable.
Unforgivable!
Simply unforgivable!
"You humans are truly despicable!" the Emerald Drake roared three times, shaking the snowy mountains as vicious beams shot from its eyes, capable of piercing anything.
Even diamond and steel walls could be easily pierced.
Even copper walls and iron fortresses would be utterly destroyed.
Such was reality—it was far stronger than ordinary upper-class giant Demons.
It, along with the Cedar Colossus, stood as the most terrifying of all giant Demons, possessing the power to kill even Supreme Saints among humanity.
Among all living humans,
Perhaps only Supreme Zhang and Arthur Rook could slay the Emerald Drake and the Cedar Colossus.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"Even Supreme Saints should be dead by now! How could anyone contend with me for so long?" The Emerald Drake tried to soar, but Andrew Han’s raised palm, shaped into a blade, unleashed a boundless blade-light that cut it down from the sky.
The Emerald Drake, long the tyrant of the world, now faced the once-in-a-millennium prodigy, Andrew Han!
In just over two years of cultivation, Andrew Han had ascended directly to the seat of the Supreme Saints. This made the Emerald Drake’s killing intent even more intense, its massive jaws shattering glaciers and snow mountains as it battled Andrew relentlessly.
It was driven to madness by rage, yet could do nothing against Andrew Han.
In fact—
It was increasingly falling behind.
Because Andrew Han was fighting with everything he had—and the longer he fought, the stronger and more frenzied he became!
Heroic blood ignited his Super-Solid Inner Origin and Consciousness Power; he poured every technique and ounce of strength into the fight... The sun of the heavens crashed through the darkness, smashing into the Emerald Drake’s savage head.
It was as if a rising sun had descended.
With a resounding crash, the sun formed of Consciousness Power cracked under the drake’s horn, then was pierced straight through.
"Die, Andrew Han, human!" The Emerald Drake’s ferocity exploded as it ignored the ringing in its mind and tried to stab Andrew Han with its horn.
Its horn was sharper than the keenest blade in the world.
Andrew Han pressed down with both palms; the horn sliced his palms open, blood flowing, but it could not sever the burning faith in his heart.
"In the old days, glorious was Green Mountain Sect, which once slaughtered Black Dragons!"
"Now, for humanity’s common homeland, for Venerable Quentin Suo, for every Law Realm comrade who has bled and sacrificed—if I do not kill you, I swear I am not worthy to be called human!!!!!!"
Boom!
An unparalleled fist of fury, pierced through by the horn, yet his Super-Solid Inner Origin surged like the Milky Way pouring from the ninth heaven, all of it crashing into the Emerald Drake’s monstrous body.
Heaven and earth seemed to freeze; time itself slowed to a crawl.
Trading injury for injury, risking death for death—this roaring fist also tore through the drake’s monstrous body.
Faintly,
The sound of its monstrous body shattering echoed, undying!
"Andrew Han!" The Emerald Drake twisted its body, unleashing endless demonic power from within. Instantly, Andrew Han was flung aside, and the thousand-meter-long drake trembled twice, its savage aura greatly diminished.
It was still alive.
Scales across its body shattered one after another.
Wounds tore through its monstrous flesh, its aura plunging into utter weakness—it was gravely injured!
But everyone knew: killing a dragon-type giant Demon was an almost impossible feat. Andrew Han managed to grievously wound the Emerald Drake only by growing stronger with each battle, wearing it down as the fight dragged on.
Only by growing as it weakened could he inflict such wounds.
Otherwise, in sheer martial strength, Andrew Han was not yet the equal of Supreme Zhang, the world’s strongest.
"You cannot kill me."
The Emerald Drake’s eyes returned to calm, deep and cold as jade, as it deliberately cast off the influence of rage.
In an instant, it shed its fury—a chilling sight.
Even the most disciplined Law Realm humans would find this difficult, for emotion rules all! Only with feeling comes love and hate, battle intent and killing intent, and the will to fight to the death.
Andrew Han said nothing, his fingers clenching tight.
Murderous intent brewed in his chest; to slay a dragon, there was no need for declarations—only ruthless action!
Roar!
The Emerald Drake spat out dragon’s breath, but Andrew Han shattered it with three blazing punches, scattering it like fireworks.
A pure contest of strength!
A desperate struggle fueled by killing intent!
It was as if two colossal mountains and rivers collided—never mind the shockwaves, the sound alone could obliterate a provincial city... The roar spread outward, sweeping across the world like a tidal wave.
Such a description was no exaggeration.
For before that shockwave, steel and concrete were as fragile as rice paper—one touch and they shattered, doomed to collapse.
But—
The drake’s emerald body churned endlessly, stirring the aftermath of the shockwave, its gaze locked on Andrew Han.
"Andrew Han, human."
"I told you, you cannot kill me." The Emerald Drake’s eyes, cold and deep as jade, reflected Andrew Han’s Green Mountain Robe, now stained with blood.
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Boom!
With a single punch, Andrew Han did not bother to argue.