Xiao Chen felt as if struck by lightning!
He couldn’t believe what Ji Ningxue had just said!
The first half of her words—filled with insults and humiliation—rolled off his back. After all, he’d endured plenty of verbal abuse as the live-in son-in-law of the Ji family. But the second half of her sentence sent his entire world into chaos.
Ningxue actually said she’d found the love of her life? And that person wasn’t him!
A crushing sense of crisis surged through him as he recalled how his Indestructible Golden Body had been glowing green for days.
Suddenly, it hit him—could Ningxue have… fallen for another man behind his back?
Once the thought took root, it refused to leave his mind!
“Ningxue… what are you saying? Stop joking around… I know you hated the meek version of me, but I’m done hiding it—I’m actually incredible!”
“Ningxue, I’m actually the Drag—” Xiao Chen cut himself off mid-sentence, hesitating.
Right now, no one could vouch for his identity as the Dragon King.
That left him with only one card to play—his status as the heir to the world’s richest man!
Staggering to his feet, Xiao Chen walked over to the black Bugatti Veyron parked nearby and slapped its hood.
“Ningxue, no more lies. I’m the long-lost son of Xiao Chuan, the world’s wealthiest man!”
Before Ji Ningxue could even react, the employees gathered around burst into laughter.
“Yeah right! Since when does Xiao Chuan have a son? Never heard of it!”
“The richest man just reunited with three long-lost daughters recently. Who the hell are you?”
Their mockery ignited Xiao Chen’s fury.
He pointed at his Bugatti, then pulled out a black card from his pocket—a rare, ultra-exclusive card recently reissued to him.
“See this? A black card! And this Bugatti Veyron? Worth 50 million! Plus, I’ve got over 900 million left in my account—all pocket money from my dad!”
His face flushed red as he shouted, finally letting loose the grand reveal.
Once, he’d despised Xiao Chuan as nothing more than a sperm donor. But now, he wished the man would teleport here just so he could call him “Dad” in front of everyone.
Admittedly, the Bugatti was an intimidating flex—after all, a 50-million-dollar hypercar wasn’t something you could just rent.
But just as the crowd wavered, a van pulled up.
Six or seven burly men in black stepped out. The leader approached Xiao Chen.
“Sir, your Bugatti rental period has expired. We’re here to repossess it.”
Xiao Chen froze.
This car was a gift from Xiao Chuan—how could it be rented?
Impossible!
Xiao Chuan was the richest man alive. He wouldn’t rent his own son a car!
The leader gestured to the tow truck behind him. “Take it.”
Panic set in. If they towed the car now, he’d be exposed as a fraud!
“Who dares touch my car?!”
Xiao Chen roared, unleashing his Grandmaster-level aura.
But before he could even flex, the leader raised a hand—and an overwhelming pressure crushed Xiao Chen’s energy, sending him flying with a single slap!
Mid-air, Xiao Chen mustered all his strength and yelled:
“Ten Thousand Warriors, assemble!”
In an instant, four hulking figures—each over eight feet tall and rippling with monstrous muscles—appeared out of nowhere.
“Your subordinate, ‘Ten,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Thousand,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Warrior,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Army,’ reporting—”
“Hail the Dragon Ki—BAM!”
Before they could finish, all four were swatted away like flies, smashing into a wall so hard they couldn’t be pried out.
Xiao Chen’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. His “Ten Thousand Warriors” were four peak Grandmasters! As far as he knew, Dragon Country had only five Grandmasters total—his squad should’ve been invincible!
What the hell just happened?
Who could defeat four perfected Grandmasters in one slap?
What kind of martial monster was this?
And why did he have to run into one now?
Was there no justice left?
Had Dragon Country’s martial world become so terrifying that Transcendents roamed freely while Grandmasters were worthless?
Little did he know, Transcendents were still extremely rare in Dragon Country—only four existed openly. Three were Jiang Che’s system-controlled puppets, and the fourth was Jiang Che’s grandfather, Jiang Yunhuang.
The man before him? Just one of the three puppets assigned to tail him.
“Tow the car,” the leader ordered.
Technically, the Bugatti wasn’t rented—Xiao Chen had bought it outright.
But so what?
A Transcendent stealing your car? What’s the issue?
Even if Xiao Chuan found out, would he dare challenge a Transcendent?
……
“Heh. What a spectacle. Even at our divorce, you manage to humiliate me one last time.”
Ji Ningxue’s voice dripped with icy scorn.
“No—Ningxue, please! I love you! Don’t leave me!” Xiao Chen writhed on the ground like a spineless stray.
Ji Ningxue scoffed, done wasting words on the pathetic man.
“Sign. Then get out.”
“I… I won’t!” Xiao Chen forced himself up, jaw set.
This marriage contract was his last tether to her. He’d cling to it like a lifeline, even if it meant groveling.
Ji Ningxue trembled with rage—then suddenly, her anger melted into a chilling smile.
Oh, you won’t leave?
Then I’ll show you true despair.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Jiang Che—right in front of Xiao Chen.
Jiang Che, ever the playboy, was always free for women. He picked up instantly.
“Hey, Ningxue. Miss me?”
His teasing voice rang out as Ji Ningxue turned on speakerphone at full volume.
Xiao Chen’s blood boiled at the sound of another man. The threat felt even worse than being beaten by a Transcendent.
Ji Ningxue softened her tone, even pitching her voice higher to twist the knife.
“Mhm, darling, I missed you. But there’s a stray dog bothering me. Can you come pick me up?”
Jiang Che instantly understood. Ji Ningxue never spoke like this—unless the “dog” was none other than Xiao Chen, the Dragon King.
Tsk. After hiding the truth for so long, the final dagger was about to plunge straight into the little Dragon King’s heart.