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Within the water, the old man's body swayed, but he did not kneel down.

As if to protect himself from the cold water, Magus King paused for a moment and then wrapped his burning cloak tighter around himself. He held onto the sword in his hand and continued to walk in the direction of the Dragon King.

"Kneel —" With each syllable, the pressure on Magus King increased.

Even if his body had been cast from steel, it was time to crush it into scrap.

"Cough!" Red blood suddenly splashed out from the corner of Magus King's mouth as his body swayed once more.

As a 150 year old man, he was already quite outstanding to be able to reach this step. But with his body, he should be able to make it this far. If the Dragon King were to continue releasing his pressure, his overly old body would definitely be crushed into smithereens.

"In the end, the so-called Magi are only slightly stronger mortals." How could a man and a dragon compete on the same level?

"Hee hee, hee." The old man bent his back and laughed again. He was laughing at the dragon's authority.

"Kneel — —!"

When these two words filled with anger resounded in the water, the pressure exerted by the Dragon King was pushed to the extreme.

No matter if it was the gigantic Python or the lifeless droplets of water, everyone in water throne could feel the anger and majesty of the Dragon King.

Even someone as powerful as the Python curled up its body and lowered its head.

Even the water was still.

"Elsa, Elsa!" Amongst the aqueous membrane, Zhou Heng bowed down and called out Elsa's name. Even the aqueous membrane could feel the pressure, which Zhou Heng could endure, but Elsa immediately fainted.

"Hurry up and wake up. Open your eyes." Zhou Heng kept talking to Elsa to prevent her brain nerves from dying.

Around them, the green grass of the pasture broke its stalks and fell to the ground.

In the endless water, there was only one person still standing upright. He stood at the center of all the pressure with a wild, sinister smile that didn't match with his aged appearance.

With the power of a Magus King, it was not enough to deal with such a powerful Dragon King. Regarding this point, as the King of Greed and Sickle, as someone who had the right to read the , he was very clear about it.

He would come to the sea, not without preparation.

Magus King held the sword in his right hand, while his left hand reached to his chest.

"Cough, cough!" Magus King coughed out a large mouthful of blood, which immediately spread in the water. His left hand had sunk into his chest!

He tore his skin, his fingers piercing through his flesh and ribs. His left hand moved to where his heart was in his chest.

His fingers closed around one of his ribs. To get something out of his body, he had to break the ribs that were in his way. The Magus King did not have the Heavenly Master System in Zhou Heng's body to help him suppress his pain, and what he was experiencing now was not an illusion formed by magic. He was breaking the ribs that protected his heart.

Every drop of blood that flowed out was scattered in the surrounding waters. Similarly, the sweat that should have been pouring from his forehead had also scattered in the water before it condensed. But that would not lessen the pain he was going to suffer.

"Ka, ka." The white ribs were broken one by one by Magus King's hands.

Because of the pain, his body trembled nonstop. At the same time, the pressure exerted on his body did not lessen in the slightest, and at every instant, the aged him might not be able to hold on any longer and would kneel down in the water.

But Magus King held the sword that symbolized royal power tightly in one hand, his other hand still pierced the flesh on his chest, trying to break his own ribs.

"Cough, hee, cough!" "Hee, hee hee." He was still laughing. Even if he coughed up all the blood in his body, he would still mock his opponent.

Even if he was crushed to smithereens, he would die standing! How could a true king kneel in front of a fake king!?

"Ha, ha —" He gasped for breath and finally broke all the ribs on the left side of his chest, the ribs that should have protected his heart. But his heart had long since disappeared. In the last war between kings, he had lost his heart forever.

Instead, he got the old king's skull.

In Magus King's left chest, there was no heart that was constantly jumping, there was only a skull that was sticky with his flesh.

That was his most precious collection, and also his strongest opponent he had ever met. It was the skull of one of the six Magus King s — "The tyrannical king of mammoths"!

Just as he had told Andrea before, the six Magus King s were all their food. He and Savage King Mammoth had coincidentally targeted each other at the same time.

That battle had been tragic to the extreme. For this, he had even paid the price with his own heart, but he had won. The right of the victor is to seize all the power of the loser.

He, who had become more powerful than ever, had met with a problem that no Magus of this age had encountered before, and that was that his old human body could not contain such tremendous power. In order to find a way to store the power, he hid the precious skull in his body and then opened the grimoire that symbolized the Black Tower's wisdom.

To forge a new body, he would need the pure blood of the Holy Maiden, or the blood of the Dragon King.

In order to prevent other Magus King from targeting his weakened body after the war, he first kidnapped their Holy Maiden from the "White Tower" that was a female wizard organization. Then, he used the excuse of recuperating from illness to leave Europe and brought his disciples to the eastern seaside city, the Coastal City. He was about to reach the peak of Magus King in this city with an abnormally dense baleful aura.

The Magus King imprisoned the Holy Maiden of the White Tower. He regularly took out the blood, and just as the blood was about to satisfy his demands, the Holy Maiden ran away from his hands. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fated. Just when everything was about to end, Peter brought him back information regarding the dragon cave.

On that day, he had lost his heir, and at the same time, he had welcomed the chance for a new life.

"Hiss —" He clenched his teeth, and at the same time, the veins on his neck bulged from the pain.

With countless threads of blood and bits of flesh, he finally took the skull out of his body.

Now there was only a terrible hole in his left chest.

"Hee, hee, hee hee." The pain had not receded yet, but Magus King laughed once again.

Two enormous illusions appeared behind him.

It was the black Sickle and the silvery-white mammoth!