Chapter 923: Chapter 923: The Insanity Of One King
Jordan looked down at the frozen spear blade that pierced through his chest.
Blood dropped from the corners of his lips and the red light in his eyes flickered on and off.
It was just a simple blade cutting through him. The ice was spreading fast, locking his blood, bones, and muscles in icy crystalline states.
King Jordan exhaled, expelling a thick stream of white fog from his mouth as his cheeks began to freeze and turn blue.
His right hand that held the blood red demonic great sword trembled and faltered, falling to his side but not letting go of the hilt.
His other arm was now non-existent, having been blasted off by the Primordial Moth’s star beams from her eyes.
"I’ve been waiting for this very moment for a very long time now," said the Supreme Dragon. His cold and young face beheld a very twisted smile.
He looked to the Primordial Moth lady in front of him, who was looking at him skeptically. Keeping his gaze on her, the Supreme Dragon twisted his grip on the frozen spear.
The blade within Jordan was ruthlessly turned to the right, spinning in place and shredding the bone and rib in its way.
"Argh!" Jordan exclaimed, his breathing turned erratic as his frozen innards were cut out.
"What are you waiting for, cut his head off!" The Supreme Dragon said to the Moth Lady with a seductive smile on his face.
There seemed to be some ancient seductive tension between these two old beings and it could be seen from how they kept on looking at each other.
Even the Moth Lady was stunned and kept looking at the scene with her thoughts a mystery.
She snorted, her lips forming an upside-down smile.
She did not appreciate the timely intervention from this sudden savior of hers.
She did not need saving.
Heeding his words, she decided to end things fast and continue in her mission.
Raising one of the swords in her hands, she brandished the burning edge and swung it at Jordan’s exposed neck.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, stretching infinitely into the future as the blade apparently didn’t want to arrive on time.
Jordan, the King of De’Ville, had his head down and had been listening to the short exchange of words between his opponent and his ambusher.
His red eyes were still open. Oh so open were they that they still had the impossibly dense cruelty that only a demon could have.
With his head lowered, Jordan’s eyes shifted to the side, he saw the blazing sword coming at his neck from the right.
The edges of his lips curved upward slightly.
Only in death...
A quick maneuver from his right fingers saw that his long great sword was switched to a reverse grip lightning fast.
The flat side of the crimson sword aligned with the back of his arm. He raised it and...
*BAM!*
The blazing sword clashed against the metal side of the crimson sword.
The resulting shockwave blasted the particles and star matter around them.
The frozen spear cracked, bones cracked. Even the Supreme Dragon frowned as he felt his arm go numb.
Because Jordan blocked the strike, the force was transferred cleanly into his body and passed into the frozen spear stuck in his chest.
The Supreme Dragon felt every bit of strength the Moth Lady had used to swing her sword.
The weight of a billion stars. He gasped silently, the playful look on his face fading away very fast.
Because, even he was not sure he would be able to defend against that kind of strike.
But Jordan had not only blocked it, but he also seemed to be going crazy and becoming more aggressive.
How could the insanity of one king achieve this level of incredibility?
Something was wrong.
"Quick!" He shouted, but he didn’t need to say much.
The Primordial Moth lady had two swords. She immediately swung the left one at Jordan’s still exposed face.
Jordan’s left arm was missing so there was no way he could possibly block this one.
How wrong they were.
It was today that they would understand the extent of Jordan’s insanity.
*BITE!*
Jordan’s head lunged forward, his eyes calculating every inch and every possible transfer of leverage as he opened his mouth wide.
His jaws elongated grotesquely and his fangs lengthened, clamping down on the bright burning sword.
Jordan had caught the sword in a devastating bite, shocking the Primordial Moth and the Supreme Dragon.
The burning sword didn’t just stop under the hold of his fangs, they continued for a few more inches, cutting deep into his cheeks before stopping just before the areas that connected his jaw.
"You..."
The Moth lady exclaimed with a mixture of rage and shock.
Jordan stared at her with bright predatory eyes that suddenly gained a flash of gold at this very moment.
"I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER!" A blast of pure telepathic hedonistic rage burst from Jordan’s mind.
The flash of gold passed through his eyes again.
The Supreme Dragon was pulling his spear out, intending to finish the job by himself.
Unfortunately, he never got to complete that action.
A blinding golden light rose from Jordan’s body, creating an impenetrable aura around him for a few seconds.
Taking advantage of their stunned states, Jordan let go of the sword in his mouth, freeing his torn cheeks and rushing toward the Moth Lady.
Those pair of red eyes was the last thing she saw as Jordan’s forehead smashed into her nose.
Another flash of gold...
Her body shot back like a shooting star, leaving trails of stardust and blood behind.
"No!" The Supreme Dragon turned around and prepared to create distance.
Alas, there was a reason why he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
It wasn’t because he didn’t have the chance. It was because he feared what Jordan would do to him if he wasn’t successful.
Today was the day he would find out.
Swiftly turning around, Jordan’s left arm started to grow back at lightning speed. The blood veins, muscles, bones, and more rushed out of his joints, augmented by a mix of demonic energy and Conquering Essence, they reformed.
With that same newly formed hand, he reached to his chest, grabbed the blade of the frozen spear, and pushed it in.
The spear shot out from his back, causing a fountain of blood to erupt in front of him.
The sound of bones cracking and flesh being stitched could be heard as the cavity in his chest closed rapidly.
The Supreme Dragon didn’t dare to escape with his back to Jordan, that would be a fatal error he wouldn’t live to regret.
Rather, he backed away quickly while forming another ice spear in his hand, ready to defend himself.
Staring at Jordan, he raised the spear and brought it up to his head.
*BANG!*
The jagged great sword collided fantastically with the handle of the spear.
It immediately became apparent the difference between the two of them. Jordan’s great sword cleaved through the spear, cutting into the Supreme Dragon’s shoulder.
*BAM BAM BAM!*
Repeatedly and without cease, Jordan hammered his sword, cutting over and over again into the bloodied shoulder of the Supreme Dragon.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Jordan screamed, opening his mouth wide so that the blood of his enemy could fly into his mouth.
The Supreme Dragon had to be thankful for his durable body as Jordan was only able to cut his shoulder and right arm off before he managed to create distance again.
He did not have time to register the pain, he did not have time to even think of a counterattack.
All he wanted to do was escape.
But how would the mad king let him go? That was not the way of the lions. To let a failed assassin go was to hope for another assassination.
This one must die amongst all else. And he must die within the hour.
If not, Jordan would not be able to rest.
Holding the sword hilt with his two hands, Jordan’s body swelled, transforming halfway into his true form.
He adopted his lion head, slim but muscular arms, a long black tail with red hair at the end, and assumed a height of nearly ten meters.
His blood red mane fluttered majestically, flowing back as he chased after the Supreme Dragon, not giving the latter space to complete his own transformation.
As Jordan raised his massive great sword to cleave the Supreme Dragon in half, he stopped and suddenly turned around.
His hulking body flushed as he slashed at the Moth Lady who had just appeared behind him.
The battered and bloody Supreme Dragon was blasted away, saved by the bell of a former fling.
The Moth Lady was no joke either. Her nose had two streams of blood that trickled down her lips and tainted her jaws.
Two antennae had sprouted from her head and the silver armour on her body had fused with her skin to form some kind of powerful exoskeleton.
With renewed defiance for these races of kings, she stared into the chaotic red and golden eyes of the mad king.
And through those eyes she saw not Jordan, but her true target.
"All-King..." She gritted her teeth, pressing her swords harder and vibrating with rage. Her source of salvation and freedom was so close, yet so far.
"Focus, bitch!" Jordan suddenly moved his arm, piercing his claws into her exposed abdomen.
Those claws cut through her abdomen, slashing with the power of golden Conquering Essence which ruthlessly invaded every corner of her insides.
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