Superman Termination Manual

At the same moment, on the other side of Luo Dehua Commercial Street.

Ke Xiaomo, on his way to Wanxiang City, encountered nearly ten ninjas blocking his path. He appeared from behind, raised his hand as if it were a blade, and swiftly, with the speed of thunder that leaves no time to cover one's ears, struck them down one by one.

Then, transforming into the shape of a fierce bird shadow, he clung to the glass curtain wall of a high-rise building. Just as he was about to spread his wings and soar into the air, a lion-shaped shadow suddenly pounced from above.

The fierce bird shadow and the ferocious lion shadow sparred with each other on the glass curtain wall, perfectly matched,

After a moment of stalemate, the bird attempted to shake off the lion.

So, it rapidly escaped from above the glass curtain wall, clinging to the surrounding buildings as it shot away, from electronic billboards, to advertising screens, to the surface of jewelry store display cases, and finally escaped into the inside of a bar. It ascended along the bar's pipes, returning to the glass curtain wall of that skyscraper.

Behind it, the lion shadow relentlessly pursued, clinging to it like a maggot to bone.

Finally, the bird and the lion, as if having come to a mutual understanding, both stopped on that same glass curtain wall.

Ke Xiaomo slowly materialized from the surface of the glass curtain wall.

At the same time, a burly silhouette also slowly emerged from the lion-shaped shadow. Explore more at empire

Only their feet were still merged with the shadows, which allowed them to stand sideways in the air, clinging to the side of the high-rise without falling due to gravity.

They faced each other, eyes locked.

"Sect Master, why are you blocking me?" Ke Xiaomo fell silent for a moment before he spoke.

What caught his eye was a man wearing ancient warrior's armor, donning a dark red helmet, and wooden clogs on his feet. In his hand, he held a tachi.

The blade gleamed brightly, reflecting the man's gaze, which held a sharp, piercing coldness.

The Sect Master gazed at Ke Xiaomo, fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice, "The reason is simple."

He paused, then spoke in a lowered voice, "The Calamity Dragon… is your brother."

Upon hearing this, Ke Xiaomo was taken aback for half a second before his brows slightly furrowed. Without thinking, he said, "Has the Sect Master also learned to joke in the few days we haven't seen each other?"

As he said this, the first name that popped into his mind was Ke Mingye.

He thought, if Mingye is the Calamity Dragon, then the sense of disharmony and strangeness I felt before would be explainable... but how could this be possible, after all, he is a family member I have lived with for so many years.

"No, what I'm saying is the truth. Ke Yongzhu, this dragon implanted itself in your family as an adopted child. It disguised itself as a human and has been with you for several years," said the Sect Master, looking straight into his eyes.

"Yongzhu?" Ke Xiaomo's expression grew stern as he spoke almost word by word, "There must be some mistake..."

Before he could finish, a deafening dragon roar emanated from Wanxiang City, interrupting him.

His pupils contracted, he swallowed, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

The Sect Master lowered his eyes and sighed, "I was also shocked at the moment I learned the truth. You are my heir, the next Sect Master. That's why I worried you'd let emotions cloud your judgment, unable to discern the greater good from personal feelings. You might want to protect this dragon or be swayed by your state of mind.

Hence, I had the Ink Writer, that is, Ma Yingchuan, intercept you, to prevent your involvement in this matter."

He paused, "But it seems, that ungrateful apprentice wasn't successful. His capabilities are still not a match for yours after all."

"Impossible," Ke Xiaomo remained stunned for a long time, his eyes partially hidden by falling hair, "Absolutely impossible…" Speaking, he slowly lifted his gaze from his hair, his dark pupils flashing with a fierce light.

From the tips of his right-hand fingers flowed a surge of shadows, like a raging tide.

The deep shadows, like lines used by a tailor, slowly wove in front of his right hand to form a shadow blade about ten feet long.

The hilt was firmly grasped in Ke Xiaomo's hand.

He enunciated each word clearly, almost screaming, "My brother can never be the Calamity Dragon, there must be some mistake!"

"Xiao Mo, if you need to see with your own eyes to believe, then I will give you this chance... Let's call it your final lesson before you become the next Sect Master."

The Sect Master lifted his eyes to meet his gaze, speaking in a solemn tone.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the fifth level wall of Wanxiang City suddenly split open with a massive gash, with thousands of tiny cracks spreading from it.

Immediately afterward, like rain, shards of tiles and glass showered down as a monstrous creature that was indistinguishable as dragon or human flew out from the rupture in the cinema, plummeting from tens of meters in the air and crashing heavily to the ground.

Ke Xiaomo sharply turned his head, staring at the monstrous deformity that was neither human nor dragon.

The monster was oozing black blood all over; the one-piece garment it wore was so tattered that only corners remained, revealing patches of ruggedly scaled skin.

It lay prostrate on the ground, its body trembling slightly, struggling to rise, slowly lifting its bloodstained, hideous face into the daylight.

Half of the monster's face was covered with scales, while the other half was smeared with fresh blood.

The human-shaped eye had been pierced through, leaving behind an insufferably grotesque cavity from which a torrent of blood flowed.

But even so...

Ke Xiaomo still recognized the identity of the monster through the contours of that half face.

At that moment, his pupils shook violently, every nerve in his brain seemed to howl in fear, fury, disbelief, his face quickly flickering through a succession of expressions.

Moments later, his mouth twitched and he uttered a name, a name he never imagined in his life could be associated with the four words "Calamity Dragon."

"Yong... Zhu?"

Ke Xiaomo lowered his gaze, his demeanor numb, murmuring hoarsely to himself.

The Sect Master stood atop the glass curtain wall, glanced at Ke Xiaomo's expression, then commanded nearly a hundred ninjas on the street below.

"Use the Dragon Ancestor Horn to make him reveal his true form."

As the words were spoken, those hundred ninjas simultaneously took out a horn, forged from pale white bone, from their bosoms.

Then, like some ancient ritual or the onset of war, they grasped the horns and began to play. The sound of the horns, mixed with ancient dragon chants, enveloped the entire street.

Filling the ears of the monster.

With nowhere to hide, the monster clutched its head, roaring towards the heavens as it burst violently from the ground.

Its shoulder blades slowly cracked open, and amidst the flesh ripping apart, a pair of pitch-black wings slowly unfolded.

Then, layers of scales emerged from the surface of its skin, enveloping each of its thick limbs, while claws as sharp as knives gouged trenches into the ground.

But the next moment, the dragon was covered by a falling ancient bronze bell from above.

It roared within the bell, frantically clawing at the ancient bell, managing only to produce a series of tolls like the Big Ben, resounding loudly enough to echo throughout the entire city.

The bell's toll, like the rolling thunder, together with the draconic brutal roars, poured into Ke Xiaomo's ears, one after another.

His right hand trembled deeply, clenching the shadow sword that wavered and solidified intermittently, like a candle flame that could disappear with the wind at any moment.

"Now... are you willing to believe?"

The Sect Master looked at him and asked calmly.