At the foot of the Tyrant Mountain Range, Zhou Haoyu swept his gaze up and down Asharuiya.
Unlike her attire back in Venice, she was now dressed in tighter, more practical clothing suited for action. The snug fit perfectly outlined the curves of her figure.
"Let's go."
Asharuiya was completely indifferent to his stare—after all, they had already shared something far more intimate.
"Before we handle business, I want to take a Soul Seed."
Just as Asharuiya was about to advance, Zhou Haoyu spoke.
"Soul Seed? Don't you already have one?"
Asharuiya's face showed confusion. She had witnessed Zhou Haoyu's Soul Seed Lightning, and judging from his performance back in the Ancient Capital, it was without question an extremely powerful Soul Seed.
"Since we're already here, picking up a Soul Seed won't delay much."
Zhou Haoyu said casually.
Asharuiya's brows furrowed. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being schemed against.
If this guy's real purpose here was the Soul Seed, then hadn't her first kiss just been taken for nothing?
"I'll teleport you up there."
Zhou Haoyu didn't waste more words. A silver constellation lit beneath his feet, and with several consecutive Teleports, he carried Asharuiya straight to the mountainside.
At the peak of the Tyrant Mountain's main summit lay a bank of black clouds that never dispersed. The cloud layer was level with the mountain top and sometimes even dipped beneath it.
The Tyrant's Savage Lightning formed exactly between the mountain peak and this black cloud, its location inside a fissure halfway up the mountain.
Through the crack, one could see countless threads of lightning densely woven within, glowing with a dim, dark luster.
"If you can handle the Windstorm Thunder Flame Eagles inside, then this Tyrant's Savage Lightning is yours."
Asharuiya pointed into the fissure, where each Windstorm Thunder Flame Eagle had reached the Commander-level!
For an ordinary Advanced Mage, handling even one Commander was taxing. But here, the eagles lived in flocks!
Zhou Haoyu crooked his finger, and ten crimson longswords suddenly materialized around him.
The next moment, they streaked forward, transforming into red streams of light.
Though the fissure was narrow, it easily accommodated the flight of the swords.
The sounds of blades tearing through the air echoed through the mountain, the ten flying swords weaving back and forth within the rift.
It wasn't long before the Windstorm Thunder Flame Eagles were riddled with holes, like pierced beehives.
Asharuiya's small mouth gaped wide open, enough to nearly fit Zhou Haoyu's size.
"Is this guy really just an Advanced Mage?" Asharuiya couldn't help but question.
To instantly annihilate so many Commanders at once—even a Super Mage would find it difficult.
Did such strength really need to compete in the World College Tournament?
They might as well just hand the trophy directly to the Chinese team.
"Don't just stand there stupidly. The Windstorm Thunder Flame Eagles are dealt with. Let's go."
Zhou Haoyu waved his hand in front of Asharuiya's eyes, his tone tinged with mockery.
Asharuiya stared at him blankly, waves of shock still surging in her chest.
Once she gathered herself, she turned and squeezed into the fissure.
Zhou Haoyu followed right behind her.
The rift wasn't large, barely enough for one person to pass at a time.
Not long after entering, Asharuiya felt something pressing against her from behind.
At first, she thought Zhou Haoyu had some weapon tucked away.
But after being prodded a few times, she realized something was wrong.
Bastard, scoundrel, lecher… To think she'd actually had a bit of good feeling toward this guy earlier.
Asharuiya even felt a surge of desire to die together with him—but recalling the strength he had just displayed, she could only abandon the idea.
Once they exited the fissure, Asha'ruiya cast him a glance half-amused, half-irritated.
"Not going to explain yourself?"
"I'll take responsibility."
Zhou Haoyu said solemnly.
"Pah! Who wants your responsibility?!"
Asharuiya was exasperated to the point of speechlessness. This guy truly wanted to take advantage in every way?
Zhou Haoyu just shrugged, his gaze shifting forward.
Bolts of lightning continually hammered down upon the mountain peak, all the raw thunderous energy ultimately pouring into and condensing within this fissure—finally gathering into the lightning sphere ahead.
The Tyrant's Savage Lightning was contained within that sphere.
Asharuiya stood quietly to the side, very curious to see how Zhou Haoyu would absorb it.
Zhou Haoyu immediately guided golden lightning to form an illusory armor over his body before striding toward the lightning sphere.
Once close enough, he extended his hand into the lightning sphere, directing his Devouring Seed to consume the Tyrant's Savage Lightning.
The Tyrant's Savage Lightning was not something docile—it instantly detonated the surrounding thunder force, trying to shatter Zhou Haoyu's defenses.
Yet, although powerful, the Tyrant's Savage Lightning was still slightly inferior to the Profound Yang Golden Thunder.
After a long while, the lightning sphere fully dissipated, and the density of thunder in the area lessened greatly.
Zhou Haoyu's eyes flashed with a platinum brilliance. Just as he had anticipated, the Devouring Seed had broken through its limit, advancing to the Pseudo-Heavenly Seed level.
The amplification power had increased from sixfold to eightfold.
At first glance, the improvement didn't seem too significant. But if coupled with the Divine Imprint Benediction's twofold boost, that would become a sixteenfold amplification!
That was equivalent to having three Soul Seeds!
At this moment, Asharuiya was already struck dumb with shock.
She knew Zhou Haoyu's Soul Seed was powerful, but she never imagined it was actually a Devouring Seed.
After swallowing the Tyrant's Savage Lightning, it might already be approaching the Heavenly Seed level!
"Congratulations." Asharuiya muttered, a hint of sourness in her voice.
"So now I'm qualified to be your Parthenon Temple's consort, right?" Zhou Haoyu teased.
"Hmph, you're still far from that."
Asharuiya shot him a glare. He already had a woman, and yet he still thought about becoming her consort? Dream on!
"Let's go. Time to take care of your business."
At the cliff's edge near the summit, Asha'ruiya turned to him. "Head to the end of the cliff. Don't be shocked by what you're about to see."
Zhou Haoyu naturally understood her meaning—Asharuiya had come here to confirm the existence of the Black Dragon Emperor.
Unfortunately, he did not yet have the ability to enslave the Black Dragon Emperor. Otherwise, Ayleen's treasure chest could already be unlocked.
"Hurry, release Spatial Magic!"
The moment Zhou Haoyu reached the cliff's edge, Asharuiya's urgent cry rang out.
The next instant, a Black Dragon suddenly emerged from the clouds. Just the part of its body that surfaced was enough to deliver overwhelming shock.
Contrary to Asharuiya's expectations, Zhou Haoyu's expression remained completely calm.
With his armor-robe and the Divine Eye of Time and Space, if it truly came down to a fight, Zhou Haoyu was ninety-nine percent confident he could defeat the Black Dragon Emperor.
Killing it would be much harder, and enslaving it even more so.
To enslave the Black Dragon Emperor, Summoning magic contracts alone would never suffice—Su Lu was the perfect example.
Even with Summoning magic at the Forbidden Curse level, plus array support, Su Lu had still failed to fully bind the Black Dragon Emperor.
Suddenly, Austin felt an inexplicable threat. The dragon's colossal golden eyes locked tightly onto Zhou Haoyu.
The next moment, a sky-shattering dragon claw came crashing down.
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