The ruler of the Extinction Dynasty, shrouded in mystery and power—Eswold Gul Agiz, the Eye of Extinction.
His G-type vampire lineage was infamous, yet their abilities remained an enigma even among the Night Empire's own nobles. Nineteen Familiar Beasts at his command, and not a soul truly knew his face.
Shuo's goal today wasn't to annihilate, but to conquer. So he didn't storm the palace—he sent a telepathic summons to meet outside the capital.
Eswold arrived, regal and composed, every inch the dignified sovereign.
"An honor, Mr. Nangong. May I ask what brings you to my Extinction Dynasty?"
Shuo flashed a grin, nodding with mock respect.
"Polite, I'll give you that. But I'm here to beat you down—and make you submit."
The Eye of Extinction's smile froze. He stared, caught between disbelief and indignation.
"You have two choices," Shuo continued, tone casual as if discussing the weather. "Surrender now and pledge allegiance—or let me beat you until you do."
Eswold's face darkened, eyes sharpening to icy points.
"You want my submission? Then earn it. Beat me if you can."
He had his pride. Even if Shuo had wiped out the Forgotten War King, Eswold was still the Second Primogenitor—he wouldn't bow so easily.
Shuo's expression twisted, a flicker of genuine surprise.
"Didn't expect you to have a backbone. I'll admit, you're tougher than I thought."
But Shuo didn't waste another word. In the next instant, Susanoo materialized behind him—towering, spectral, and merciless.
A massive hand swept out.
"Wait! I—I'm not—"
Eswold's protest died in his throat as Susanoo's blow erased him from existence, scattering him into blood and mist.
Moments later, he reformed, face blackened and livid.
"Have you no honor? I wasn't ready, and you just—"
Shuo shrugged, utterly unfazed.
"The moment you refused to surrender, the fight was on."
Eswold glared, indignation bleeding into a creeping sense of dread. That first strike had left a mark—power beyond anything he'd ever faced.
And then the real torment began.
Shuo unleashed everything—kilometer-high Susanoo, lightning storms, hurricanes, the Sword of Promised Victory, the Dragon's Roar. Every spell, every Authority, hammered Eswold relentlessly. He became less an opponent and more a punching bag, dying and reviving in endless cycles.
Shuo's magic was inexhaustible, siphoning energy from the land itself. Eswold's immortality curse kept bringing him back, but each resurrection was more humiliating than the last.
It went on for what felt like eternity.
Eswold's pride refused to break, even as his body did. Shuo killed him dozens of times, ground him into dust, left him neither man nor monster. Still, Eswold held out.
Shuo finally snapped.
"You're seriously still at it? I've killed you more times than I can count, and you're still talking tough? Are you a masochist or just stubborn?"
He activated his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, blue-violet irises gleaming with lethal intent. Eswold felt a chill run down his spine.
Shuo sliced through the death line of one of Eswold's red wolf Familiar Beasts. Instantly, the beast vanished—not just dead, but erased from existence.
Eswold screamed, terror overtaking his composure.
"What did you do?! Why didn't my Familiar Beast return to me? Where did it go?!"
Shuo gave him a long, meaningful look, then calmly recounted how he'd destroyed the Forgotten War King—how every Familiar Beast slain by his Mystic Eyes vanished, never to return.
Eswold's bravado crumbled. Pure fear replaced stubborn pride.
This isn't a fight—this is a slaughter. The rules don't even apply to him!
Finally, the Second Primogenitor's defenses broke.
"I surrender. You win."
Shuo smirked, floating above the ruined grasslands.
"I swear, you must get off on this. Had to be beaten to a pulp and lose a Familiar Beast before you'd give in? Now look at you—not only humiliated, but weaker than before."
He scanned the devastation below—once lush, now a wasteland.
Eswold, battered and broken, glared upward, equal parts resentful and defeated.
If you'd told me about that ability from the start, I'd have surrendered immediately. Now I'm down a Primogenitor-class Familiar Beast, and it hurts like hell.
Seventeen beasts had been his pride; now only sixteen remained. But worse than the loss was the utter powerlessness he felt in Shuo's presence. Weather manipulation, godlike Susanoo, magic without limit—he couldn't withstand any of it.
He'd hoped stubbornness would wear Shuo down. Instead, Shuo simply broke the rules.
"Since you've surrendered, announce it to the world. Right now," Shuo ordered. "I've got a Third Primogenitor to visit next."
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