Chapter 79: The Awakening of the Mighty

“Damn it, say something!” Seeing through the rearview mirror that Liu Tian had actually lain down and fallen asleep so quickly, Chu Tianjiao felt all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his chest, suffocating him. “Don’t you play dead on me!”

But before he could do anything further, the knocking at the window turned into a piercing screech as something sharp scraped across the steel and glass.

Countless shadows flickered and overlapped, vanishing in a blink. Sharp talons scratched over the thick car windows, leaving behind a shrill, haunting wail.

“What on earth is happening?” Chu Zihang couldn’t help but ask.

Liu Tian’s conversation with her father left Chu Zihang feeling lost in a fog.

A freshman who could stop all her movements with a single finger, a father who seemed to harbor secret powers, and shadows that could keep pace with a racing sports car—suddenly, the world she thought she knew became disturbingly unfamiliar.

Chu Zihang felt as if, for all her years, she had never truly understood the world within reach—just as she had never truly understood the cold, stern man beside her.

“There’s no time to explain!” Forcing down the urge to hurl Liu Tian out of the car, Chu Tianjiao slammed the accelerator. The modified Maybach soared from 180 to 280 kilometers an hour in less than ten seconds, yet even at such breakneck speed, the shadows beside the car did not fall behind.

The figures continued to cluster around the car, pressing closer and closer. Powerful blows battered the black, bulletproof windows, leaving clear handprints behind.

Those sharp claws, with distinct joints, had five fingers. Yet, calling them hands would be generous; they resembled chicken feet with five talons more than anything human.

Chu Zihang looked up. In the rearview mirror, Liu Tian slept soundly, his breathing even and peaceful, as if he were curled up in a warm bed on a snowy day. The ‘storm’ battering the windows was hardly enough to make him raise an eyebrow.

She turned to her side. The helpless father beside her had never felt so much like a stranger.

The man who abandoned her and her mother, who rarely kept his promises, now seemed utterly alien. In his eyes, golden irises replaced the once-deep black.

The moment Chu Zihang saw those eyes, shining like gold, it felt as if she’d been struck with a hammer. Her mind went blank, then searing pain stabbed from deep in her brain. The pain was so intense she wanted to curl up, but the seatbelt held her fast.

The agony twisted her delicate features, and the same golden color spread from the depths of her eyes.

Visions she had never seen or imagined began to surface, slowly awakening. A legacy from another race whispered to her the history of ancient times.

A young man with a vertical eye on his forehead was impaled upon a throne of bones. A white-haired maiden wept tears of blood...

Twisting, serpentine lines of blue and violet coiled over every corner of the world, and black wings rose at sunset, blotting out half the sky.

Darkness faded, gold completely overtook her vision, and the world had never been so clear. Slowly, the girl looked up, sensing—the awakening monster behind her!

“What the hell is that thing?” Before he could celebrate his daughter’s draconic blood awakening, Chu Tianjiao, whose senses were keener, couldn’t help but curse.

A veteran of countless battles and the slaughterfields, Chu Tianjiao had never before sensed such a terrifying creature.

In his mind, Liu Tian was no longer human, but a colossal monster, its back bearing up the heavens and wings hanging in the clouds.

A gigantic black roc. And now, the roc glanced at him.

Boom!

It was as if a grenade had been dropped in a pond; an endless, primal terror surged from the depths of his genes.

This was not the hierarchical suppression of dragon blood—it was something else, something purer.

His instincts screamed at him: if the creature waking behind him wanted to kill him, it would be no harder than crushing an ant.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!!”

For some, overwhelming fear renders them helpless, their will to resist obliterated. But for Chu Tianjiao, trained for moments like this, that fear, while intense, could not paralyze him.

Under the crushing pressure, the dragon blood in Chu Tianjiao’s veins howled. Madness began to surge into his mind.

A bloodlust for slaughter—mad, yet rational in battle.

This searing passion flooded his mind; primal terror could no longer control him. The man drew a katana from the car’s side compartment—no guard, its curve gentle and cold.

No words were spoken.

His final shred of reason kept him from striking Liu Tian; instead, he slammed on the brakes. Tires screeched against the ground, screaming.

True to Chu Tianjiao’s pride, the Maybach went from full throttle to a dead stop in under three seconds.

The shadows that had been running alongside the car lurched forward, caught off-guard. Suddenly, the world around the Maybach fell silent.

“Daughter, I know you have many questions,” Chu Tianjiao’s voice was hoarse, as if suppressing something. He opened the door with his left hand and gently stroked Chu Zihang’s head with his right. “But now isn’t the time.”

“Remember, whatever happens next, stay with your ‘junior.’ Don’t leave his side.”

“I am your father. No matter what, I would never harm you…”

Feeling the unrestrained, ever-rising power emanating from Liu Tian, Chu Tianjiao finally understood: this ‘junior’ was no dragon, nor could he be human.

But if he wasn’t a dragon, he might not be an enemy.

Since he’d agreed to his daughter’s request, it meant she meant something to him.

If so, it was worth the gamble.

And now, Chu Tianjiao had no other choice.

Before Chu Zihang could react, Chu Tianjiao gripped his sword and stepped out of the car.

A torrential downpour crashed from the sky, yet glimmers of light broke through the rain and the darkness.

Clip, clop, clip, clop!

The sound of horses’ hooves approached, slow and steady, thunderous whinnies growing louder, the earth trembling rhythmically beneath their steps.

The shadows that had followed them leapt to either side of the road, dropping to one knee, heads bowed, as they welcomed the arrival of their king, their god.

Upon a warhorse clad in armor, towering as a mountain, rode a one-eyed giant, dark gold in hue, wielding a lance as curved as a shooting star, advancing slowly.

“Mortal, behold. Stand before the god.”

The legendary King of the Dead, God of War, God of Power, God of Magic—the ruler of the Norse gods, the sole lord of the Aesir: Odin had arrived.

But before Chu Tianjiao, fully prepared, could reply, a fist answered in his place—

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In a split second, faster than human eyes could follow, a mighty fist collided with the unyielding lance. Instantly, a thunderous boom exploded, and a violent storm erupted from their clash, halting even the endless, torrential rain for a moment.