“There must be at least some chance, right? I’ve smeared the ointment all over,” Yang Hao was still quite confident in the medicinal paste on his body.
“Even if you smear a hundred layers of ‘Ice Skin Iron Hard Paste,’ it’s still as thin as paper before the Divine Dragon’s Mysterious Sword,” Yuan Huanzi completely shattered Yang Hao’s hope. “You’ve never seen the power of this sword, so you don’t understand. This is not something ordinary people can resist—it’s a sword strike that only immortals can unleash.”
“Then how can he use it?” Yang Hao seized upon a loophole. “If the Divine Dragon’s Mysterious Sword is so powerful and only immortals can use it, how could Wang Tao possibly have learned it?”
“Of course it’s impossible!” Wang Tao loudly replied. “In the past, of course I couldn’t, but now, things might be different. Yang Hao, this is all your fault. I’ve paid such a heavy price, and I swear I will kill your entire family and tear you apart piece by piece.”
As he spoke, Wang Tao had already pulled out a small silver syringe. Without hesitation, he jabbed it directly into the artery on his neck.
Then, the atmosphere drastically changed. Wang Tao’s long hair flew wildly, his face turned bright red, like someone choking on food, his eyes rolled back, and he began to foam at the mouth.
“Hey, buddy, did you get food poisoning?” Yang Hao, unaware of the danger, still had the presence of mind to crack a joke.
But Wang Tao had no time to respond. His physical condition was changing by the second, undergoing a complete transformation. Suddenly, he began to grow taller—his muscles cracked and popped, his body expanding rapidly. His outer clothing ripped apart layer by layer, revealing arms and legs as thick as a bear’s, surrounded by a dark mist.
Yang Hao stared in shock at the now-gigantic Wang Tao, finally mumbling in disbelief, “Good heavens! What kind of drug did he take? How could he swell up like this?”
“Super Warrior Hormone! It’s the Super Warrior Hormone!!!” Ming Huanhou was also shocked. As a high-ranking royal, she knew some hidden secrets, and now she cried out in horror, “He used a forbidden drug!”
Not many people even knew about the Super Warrior Hormone, and even fewer dared to use it, for it was strictly forbidden. If the Thermal Nuclear Shield was something the Empire intentionally limited out of self-interest, then the Super Warrior Hormone was outright banned by imperial decree. This hormone was only circulated among rebels and space pirates, becoming their ultimate source of power in resisting the Empire.
The Super Warrior Hormone was a fast-acting physical enhancer. Legend had it that it was extracted from hundreds of radioactive substances. Once injected into the bloodstream, it could instantly amplify one’s strength by dozens of times, causing physical mutations.
Although its effects were extraordinary, the consequences of using the Super Warrior Hormone were terrifying. Because the radioactive substances could not be metabolized in the human body, the user’s lifespan would be drastically shortened. Thus, the drug was often seen as trading ten years of life for a single deadly strike.
Legend—just a legend—said that the original creator of the Super Warrior Hormone was one of the elders in the Imperial Senate, but even this story was one of the many forbidden secrets.
Although Ming Huanhou had heard of the Super Warrior Hormone’s power, this was the first time she had ever seen it in action. She was so terrified that she could only summon her courage and scream, “Run! He’s become a Super Warrior! Run quickly!!! Yang Hao, run!!!”
“Run? Can he really escape?” Wang Tao laughed loudly toward the sky. “Only by using forbidden drugs can one perfectly wield a forbidden sword. Before the Divine Dragon’s Mysterious Sword, no one has ever escaped. Yang Hao, I’ve traded ten years of my life for this one strike—you should feel honored.”
How could he not feel honored? Yang Hao was just an ordinary civilian, yet he had driven the golden boy of the Wang family to sacrifice ten years of his life. Yang Hao could certainly be considered extremely valuable. But if given the choice, he would definitely prefer to stay alive and well, and for Wang Tao to not be so impulsive. Everyone could just go their separate ways and live peacefully.
But now, it was already too late. Wang Tao had already transformed into a Super Warrior. His hair stood like needles, wildly dancing in the air. His face was hideous, his bulging muscles radiating endless power, all converging into the sword in his hand. The blade emitted a bluish glow, and the dragon etched onto it was clearly visible.
Yang Hao saw the royal guards carrying pressure cookers—men who hadn’t even gotten close to Wang Tao before being blown away by the whirlwinds swirling around him. The heavy pressure cookers, as if made of clay, shattered into pieces upon impact.
Now, Wang Tao possessed extraordinary power. On this planet, he had become like a god—his every move could alter the trajectory of everything around him. His eyes remained fixed on Yang Hao, all his strength, focus, and attention converging into one final, earth-shattering, thousand-year-old forbidden sword strike.
The Divine Dragon’s Mysterious Sword.
Yang Hao was completely overwhelmed by Wang Tao’s aura. He felt as if he were at the eye of a hurricane, with every force in the surroundings rushing toward him. Yang Hao could no longer hear any sounds. He could see Ming Huanhou screaming desperately, but he couldn’t make out her words. He no longer had the strength to rise from the ground, so he simply sat there, waiting for death. Around him, everything gradually dimmed—sky, earth, sunlight—all turned hazy and dark.
It seemed as though everything had fallen into darkness.
Yet before Yang Hao’s eyes, only one thing grew increasingly bright—a dragon, a long azure dragon. It seemed to rise from the water, or perhaps it was the only existence in the entire universe.
The giant dragon approached slowly. Yang Hao couldn’t see its face clearly—the dazzling light almost blinded him. He had to strain his eyes to keep watching the incoming attack.
Yang Hao wanted to keep his eyes open until the end. He refused to die cluelessly, not even knowing how he had been killed.
Inside the darkness, Yuan Huanzi was murmuring prayers. He had finally abandoned his so-called crisis teaching method. At this moment, having witnessed the terrifying power of the Divine Dragon’s Mysterious Sword, Yuan Huanzi had given up much earlier. Yang Hao couldn’t understand what Yuan Huanzi was muttering—it seemed to be an ancient language of prayer, or perhaps a final condemnation of his own life’s sins.
The dragon approached, its light expanding to the point of swallowing Yang Hao whole. Finally unable to bear it, Yang Hao turned his head, ready to head toward either hell or heaven.
But at that very moment, something even stranger happened.
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