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Cursed Dragon hoped that Qi Xiaomian could go a little crazier. Climbing onto his shoulder, their eyes met as Cursed Dragon continued to release his magic. Though his eyes were not in good condition—one was a dull gray while the other was marred with wounds—his formidable strength shone through. The fragmented magic within those cracked eyes coalesced, unleashing considerable power.
While Qi Xiaomian endured torment, Cursed Dragon found an odd sense of satisfaction in the spectacle, his emotions beginning to unravel. In a moment of distraction, Qi Xiaomian's eyes flickered; the dark whirlpool within them slowly spun counterclockwise. In just a few blinks, Cursed Dragon noticed.
He found it amusing and let out a croaky laugh. A tiny ant had managed to break free from his control and was attempting to fight back. "Tsk tsk, with such talent, it’s a pity to waste it in this small world."
Cursed Dragon extended another invitation, his tone ambiguous. "Your Magic Technique is rather conservative. If you wish to greatly enhance your power, you should submit to me. You will receive my personal guidance, and becoming a great demon king will be within your reach."
"When I return to the Celestial Realm, I will certainly reward you and elevate your status among the heavens, allowing you to enjoy supreme power alongside me."
It sounded tempting. As Qi Xiaomian endured the onslaught, he struggled to respond. The Great Ginger Royal Family, while having their own agendas, remained loyal enough not to become mere fodder for him.
At your peak, you were still just a defeated pawn in their hands; now reduced to crawling like a worm, what hope do you have left?
"Worm?!" Cursed Dragon gritted his teeth, rage surging within him as he prepared to strike hard. Yet Qi Xiaomian would not sit idly by.
In the midst of the counterattack that had just been interrupted by Cursed Dragon, Qi Xiaomian caught a glimpse of memories from his mind. Though the images were fleeting, they were enough for him.
As they clashed, Qi Xiaomian was already on guard and moved even faster. With an innate understanding of cultivation, he grasped Cursed Dragon's control method during that brief moment of restraint and mirrored it in his counterattack. Taking advantage of Cursed Dragon's anger and loss of composure made retaliation easier.
The remnants of Cursed Dragon's vision began to blur as the dark whirlpool in his eyes spun faster, unlocking buried memories. He recalled past events he wished to forget; Qi Xiaomian deliberately intensified the atmosphere of sorrow, awakening feelings of guilt and regret that Cursed Dragon had tried so hard to conceal. Gradually, he became ensnared in those emotions.
Once upon a time, he was merely a rebellious little dragon among many siblings—most troublesome and bothersome to his family. In his youth, they had waved him away from their clan.
However, the dragon tribe was not entirely heartless; they at least ensured he had all his basic needs met. With no one watching over him and ample resources at hand, he grew increasingly reckless and stirred up trouble. It would have been fine if he only provoked issues within the confines of land and sea; yet when boredom struck, he succumbed to outside influences and charged into the Upper Realm, continuing his mischief.
Initially engaging in minor skirmishes while being deliberately ignored by the Upper Realm, Cursed Dragon grew bolder until he abandoned a well-connected Fairy. The situation took a sudden turn.
Before he could react, the Upper Realm, using this as an excuse, unleashed prepared evidence along with preordained charges right upon him. When captured by forces greater than himself, he fought fiercely but ultimately suffered significant losses; at the moment of capture, he laughed heartily.
He claimed that throughout his life he had caused quite a stir; even if his soul were to scatter into nothingness, his name would surely hold a place in history's annals.
Thus, it would not be in vain for him to have lived in this world.
Soon, he was pressed against the Guillotine, his body covered in scars, yet he stood tall with a straight back, exuding a sense of bravado as he faced his fate.
He calmly listened to the Upper Realm announce his charges, among which half were fabricated accusations against him. The Cursed Dragon smirked mockingly but did not voice any objections.
The greater the charges, the more renowned his name would become. Whether it was a glorious reputation or a notorious one mattered little; what was most important was that his legacy would endure through the ages.
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