Chapter 183
Quiet Yet Thunderous Rage
The First Prince charged toward Arthur with overwhelming force and blind fury, but the moment he was about to touch him, Arthur vanished from before him as though he had never existed.
"Great Dragon Form."
The words echoed across the area.
In the next instant, a terrifying blood-red aura erupted around Arthur's body as he hovered in the air, motionless like a king overlooking his domain.
His clothes tore apart and vanished, and the atmosphere filled with suffocating heat, as though the air itself had ignited around him.
(Whenever Arthur transformed into his Dragon Form, his clothes would always be destroyed, something he greatly disliked. Therefore, while he was in Kim Dokja's world, he asked Cain to store his clothes the moment the transformation began, then return them immediately once the form ended.)
Scorching air burst from Arthur's body with tremendous force.
Then blood-red dragon scales appeared, glowing crimson as they covered his entire body. They were tightly layered and incredibly sturdy, resembling a divine armor forged from rage itself.
A long and powerful tail extended behind him, moving violently. Each swing produced the unmistakable sound of space tearing apart, a sharp screech that pierced the ears.
Then dark, ominous wings of enormous size unfolded behind his back.
They opened slowly, casting a heavy shadow that covered the sky above them.
Arthur's teeth shattered and were replaced by long, razor-sharp fangs.
His eyes transformed into vertical dragon eyes, burning with immeasurable fury.
"He's... a dragon."
Silence descended.
Everyone stood speechless as they stared at Arthur, who was no longer merely human.
After the First Prince had previously revealed a dragon transformation, the existence of Dragon Forms had become possible within this world...
But what stood before them now was something entirely different.
"I will destroy you."
Arthur roared with thunderous fury before beating his wings and launching himself toward the First Prince like a bloody meteor.
He raised his scaled arm and punched the Prince's face with unbelievable force.
The First Prince was sent flying through the air from the impact, but Arthur gave him no chance to recover.
Using his demonic wings, he immediately caught up to him, grabbed his arm, and squeezed mercilessly.
The Prince screamed in pain and rage.
Transforming his free hand into a golden dragon claw, he threw a direct punch at Arthur's face.
A victorious smile appeared on the Prince's face...
Then froze.
His hand had not moved.
It remained pressed against Arthur's face.
He... he wasn't pushed back?
The Prince stared at Arthur.
Arthur remained motionless in the air, looking down at him with cold pity, as though the attack he had received was nothing more than a casual touch.
"Pathetic... truly."
Arthur raised his hand toward the heavens and roared with a voice overflowing with hatred and suppressed fury:
"Great King's Wrath!"
The air trembled around his hand.
Then he brought it down with overwhelming force upon the First Prince's head.
The impact echoed throughout Beast King Mountain, as though the mountain itself had been struck.
The Prince's body shot toward the ground at terrifying speed.
The earth shook violently the moment he crashed into it.
Blood exploded from his body.
A deep crack opened across his skull.
The ground around him fractured apart.
"Great King's Roar!"
Arthur stood high in the sky.
He opened his mouth and released an absolute, overwhelming roar.
The entire Beast King Mountain trembled from its foundations.
Mountains and hills collapsed beneath the force of the sound.
With tremendous difficulty, Zhuo Fan managed to create a defensive formation to protect himself from the deadly roar.
When he raised his head toward the sky, he saw Arthur's body...
Bleeding.
Blood poured endlessly from him.
Two streams flowed from his eyes.
Another streamed from his mouth.
At that moment, Zhuo Fan understood the truth.
This blood was not caused by injuries.
Nor by the Dragon Form.
It was caused by rage.
A rage that was tearing Arthur apart from the inside.
A rage without limits.
A rage that wished to tear the entire world apart.
Arthur looked down at the First Prince, whose body trembled from pain and blood loss.
"Oh... please don't die."
Arthur spoke in a frighteningly calm tone.
Then he moved swiftly and placed something inside the Prince's mouth.
In the next moment, the injuries began disappearing.
The wounds closed.
The bleeding stopped.
The Prince returned to his previous condition as though nothing had ever happened.
"Arthur! What did you do?! I've lost control over him!"
Zhuo Fan shouted in shock as he felt his control over the First Prince collapse.
It turned out that the Miraculous Healing Elixir had erased the parasites within the Prince's body, including the Snowworm Zhuo Fan had used to control all of them.
The First Prince smiled in relief and stood firmly before Arthur.
"Now I'll show you—"
"Kneel."
A single word.
The First Prince instantly fell to his knees, as though the laws of the world themselves had obeyed that command.
"Shut off your emotions."
"Yes... Master."
The color of life vanished from the Prince's eyes.
He became an empty puppet.
Without spirit.
Without will.
Arthur looked toward Zhuo Fan, a small smile appearing on his face.
"You are finished, Zhuo."
He took a step forward and spoke calmly:
"Now play your game...
But not with him.
He belongs to me."
Arthur smiled and gently patted the First Prince's head with horrifying tenderness.
What Arthur had fed the Prince was not merely a Miraculous Healing Elixir.
It was something he had purchased from the Heavenly Store.
It had cost him twenty thousand points.
The Slave Pill.
To use it, the master had to be stronger than the slave.
And Arthur was now far stronger than the First Prince.
Therefore, he placed the Slave Pill together with the Miraculous Healing Elixir into the Prince's mouth.
Once the Slave Pill was used, its effect could never be removed.
Even if the slave became a Sacred Ruler.
Even if the master became nothing more than an ordinary human.
The pill would remain effective...
Until the slave died.
Or until the master personally released them.
The slave would become absolutely obedient.
Completely submissive.
They would carry out any order given to them without question...
Without hesitation...
Without a soul.
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