The breath of a true dragon, even a "Army Breaker class" powerhouse, would not dare to face it head-on;

All those below the "City Toppling class," even if they reach the level close to it and use a variety of tricks, cannot withstand the power of the dragon's breath;

If hit, it will be instantly killed, dying cleanly, and even the soul will be completely destroyed by this giant dragon.

Realizing the viciousness of the opponent's attack, Wang Xiaole immediately reacted by stepping on his foot, his body spinning rapidly to the side;

This quick response allowed him to dodge the dragon's breath at the right moment,

Seeing the attack being avoided, the dragon became even more fiercely spewing its breath;

Wave after wave of raging dragon power, shattering mountains and overturning seas, stirring endlessly in this world.

'Enough! This is my world. Without the owner's permission, what courage do you have to be so arrogant?'

Wang Xiaole glanced around at the devastation and anger surged within him;

With a single thought, the long sword in his hand, empowered by his strength, burst into a dazzling light;

This light grew brighter and within just a few breaths, it transformed into a narrow sword slash;

Immediately, this sword slash, carrying unmatched momentum, chopped fiercely towards the dragon's head!

In an instant, a corner of the world trembled violently with Wang Xiaole's strike,

Facing this fierce blow that seemed capable of cutting through heaven and earth, the dragon seemed to sense the threat of death;

It roared continuously and released its strongest dragon breath in succession.

Within moments, a dozen dragon's shadows formed around the giant dragon;

Among these shadows were not only its own, but also those belonging to Wang Xiaole.

Within each of the dragon's shadows, there were frenzied roaring and continuous release of dragon breaths;

It was as if at that moment, the power hidden in its bloodline was about to be completely unleashed.

With a loud bang, amidst the dragon's frenzied attacks, Wang Xiaole's sword energy finally descended.

The numerous shadows that had bloomed were instantly obliterated;

Under Wang Xiaole's strike, all the forces turned into nothingness, dissipating within the realm;

In contrast, Wang Xiaole's own attack continued unabated, tearing through all obstacles with a ferocious force, ruthlessly cleaving into the body of the colossal true dragon.

Almost at the same instant, the dragon let out a wail as its massive body was sent flying by Wang Xiaole's strike.

A sizable crack appeared on the dragon's head;

Its extremely sturdy flesh was actually slashed open, with blood continually flowing out.

The scene appeared horrifying and brutal, seemingly indicating that Wang Xiaole's strike had dealt a severe blow.

Roar!

The dragon roared incessantly, its howls startling the heavens and earth, venting its anger.

Seeing the creature crafted from light elements now at a disadvantage, the (false) high priest finally intervened once again.

The bishop (fake) raised one hand high, causing an instant condensation of a "white cloud" to form, which swiftly plummeted towards the location of the dragon below.

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.

As mentioned before:

The essence of the "white cloud" was actually a polymer formed by the aggregation of thousands of weapons;

Therefore, when this "cloud" landed on the dragon's body, the effect was that the surface of its back was covered with sharp swords and spears at that moment.

The bishop (fake) did not think the dragon was performing poorly and intended to end it himself;

On the contrary, this action by the bishop (fake) was actually helping the dragon, strengthening the power it could unleash.

Through the light weapons embedded in its back, a huge amount of holy power was transported into the dragon's body through its flesh and bones.

Soon, a wave different from before emerged;

In an instant, Wang Xiaole sensed that the dragon in front of him had changed, becoming more intelligent and more powerful.

"Die!"

Suddenly, the heavily injured dragon opened its mouth, letting out a deafening roar;

A terrifying syllable spewed forth from its enormous mouth, heading straight towards Wang Xiaole.

Dragon's Might!

If you consider a dragon's ordinary attacks as magic for humans;

Then the so-called "Dragon's Might" is akin to the forbidden spells used by humans.

The destructive power contained within Dragon's Might surpasses that of dragon breath;

At the same time, it is precisely because of the strength of such attacks that not all true dragons are capable of unleashing Dragon's Might.

Previously, this dragon could only unleash dragon breath, mainly restricted by its limited power;

But now things were different;

With external support from the bishop (fake), the power the dragon wielded was incomparable to before;

To put it into perspective, the disparity in strength of the dragon in these two stages was as vast as that between a normal slime and a super slime.

With intelligence, the dragon no longer relied on its flesh and instincts to fight, but learned to utilize its vast power to engage in a duel with Wang Xiaole.

As Dragon's Might struck, Wang Xiaole's hair trembled, but he only felt a slight shaking, without any substantial damage.

"You truly are pitiful. Just born not even ten minutes ago, yet encountering so many disasters one after another..."

As Wang Xiaole spoke, his whole body was enveloped in magic;

A pure black light shrouded him, emitting a dazzling wave.

As Dragon's Might was about to strike, Wang Xiaole stood still, not taking a step forward, but his aura was rapidly escalating at an astonishing speed;

And at that moment, behind him, a corner of the illusionary world seemed to tremble slightly;

There were no deities in this world, only its creator;

If one were to rule this world, to pass judgment on outsiders, besides him, there would be no other choice!

Concentrating the power from his waist into his hands, Wang Xiaole gripped them tightly and flicked his wrists forward.

In an instant, a seemingly ordinary sword slash was unleashed;

Yet, this seemingly ordinary attack made the dragon's eyes reveal a visible hint of fear.

At this very moment, the blue sky changed its color. The sword swung forward by Wang Xiaole seemed to shorten the distance between him and the target, directly smashing in front of the giant dragon. Everything the dragon had released just now and all its counterattacks, including its dragon's might, were shattered under this sword. Tangible or intangible, everything vanished without a trace at this moment; while the remaining might of that sword slammed fiercely on top of the dragon's head. In the deafening sound, a rain of blood splattered down, the terrifying head of the giant dragon was cut into a mist by this blow;

but in the next instant, the dragon's head grew back, only this time the dragon's aura undoubtedly weakened slightly;

to regrow a head, the dragon paid a hefty price, with a large portion of its robust blood and energy silently wiped out;

this was the price of healing, for dragons to reshape their flesh, even just a head, they had to pay a hefty price.

After growing another head, the dragon's eyes became more ferocious. It felt it was a huge disgrace to be severely injured by such a tiny opponent!

In a flash, its expression turned fierce and cruel, the new head still bore horrifying scars;

although a new head had grown, the deep wounds left by the sword’s edge made the dragon look more brutal;

its pupils were filled with endless resentment, the white and red dragon teeth emitted a chilling light that made one shudder.

"Kill!"

A terrifying sound burst out from the dragon's huge mouth.

It once again unleashed powerful force, and with it, an aura that made creatures' hairs stand on end erupted from its body.

The experiences of being repeatedly critically injured by a tiny opponent left no restraint on the dragon anymore.

In an instant, the light elements contained in the surrounding world began to change, suppressing with an invisible force;

this force not only affected the surrounding magic but also began to restrain Wang Xiaole's body, attempting to immobilize him on the spot.

Facing such a threat, flames of determination began to burn in Wang Xiaole’s beautiful eyes.

Wang Xiaole was about to resolve the dragon completely with the next strike, but at that moment, sharp cold light floated around him.

"Seeing up to now is about enough, I've roughly figured out your fighting style!"

After a long observation, now the (pseudo) Bishop took action, joining the battle with the dragon.

In the moment filled with light elements, numerous unmatched sharp cold lights shrouded;

Just a "whoosh" sound, and the (pseudo) Bishop shot out with sword shadows, rapidly heading straight for the target like thunder.

Now Wang Xiaole stood still in place, his figure unmoving;

and when that cold light was only a foot away from his face, the pitch-black long sword suddenly rose up, fiercely striking on that sword shadow;

instantly the sword light shattered, the (pseudo) Bishop's body leaned backward momentarily, regaining balance;

at the same time, the shattered sword transformed shape in the (pseudo) Bishop's hand, turning into a scythe swung fiercely, the pure white scythe blades forcefully slashing out into the air.

Swish!

Wang Xiaole's figure shot backward, and the long sword he had been holding in his hand disappeared into thin air within his delicate fingers.

The (fake) bishop took a step at this moment, pivoting on his foot to change the direction of his body;

In the next instant, a piercing sound of breaking wind resounded, and the long sword controlled by magic swung back in a counterstrike, slashing down towards his body.