My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 251

Chapter 251: A Dangerous Person Part 4
Back in the battle, both sides watched each other carefully.

Seconds dragged on, each one heavier than the last—until a new voice shattered the silence.

“We’re open to talking, but first, you need to tell us who you are and who you’re affiliated with,”

It was Demon king Lyrx. She stayed quiet until now.

Unlike the others, no wings extended from her back. Instead, eight spider-like legs twitched slightly.

She didn’t fly either. Thin, nearly invisible threads held her in the air, shifting with the slightest movement

Asher paused for a moment. He wasn’t one to brag, but this could be a chance.

Neither side went all out yet—only three Demon Kings attacked so far, and he already exhausted a lot of his puppet’s power.

If this dragged on, he would be forced to come here with his real body, something Pantheon strongly warned against.

The thought of losing control in his dragon form wasn’t exactly appealing right now.

As he took his time, his gaze landed to the blood wall outside.

It showed no reaction, even after being burned, which meant it needed activation to move.

From his observations, either Lucy or Lucian held the key to making it work. This was good news because it would make his plan easier to execute.

“My name is Aurelius… The Sorcerer King,”

The Demon Kings narrowed their eyes at the unfamiliar name and title.

Lyrx spoke up on behalf of the others. “The Sorcerer King? I’ve never heard of that title before.”

“It’s the title given to the strongest being in my world,” Asher added.

But it wasn’t the word ‘strongest’ that caught their attention—it was ‘my world.’

If he was telling the truth, then it couldn’t be the Demon World—after all, the Demon Kings were the strongest there.

Hell and Heaven were also out of the question, as both were sealed off and no longer accessible.

“So, where exactly did you come from?” she continued despite the doubt lingering in her mind.

Someone this powerful couldn’t have remained hidden for so long without making wave—just that alone was enough to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“A world beyond your reach. The details aren’t important.” Asher replied.

Zagan scoffed, his voice filled with disdain “This is nonsense. Don’t tell me you actually believe he’s from another world.”

The other Demon Kings looked at him and couldn’t help but agree.

Not because they didn’t believe in other worlds, but because countless years of research shown that only beings with godlike status could theoretically withstand dimensional travel.

Believing the claim would mean accepting that they were standing before a being beyond their wildest dreams—a power that transcended everything they knew.

“Interesting. I didn’t expect a dragon like you to be so ignorant,” Asher said with a slight chuckle. “Then again, what else should I expect from a lesser dragon?”

“Lesser?” Zagan’s eyes widened.

To be called that was beyond an insult—it was a direct challenge to his linage .

As a Demon King, he stood at the pinnacle of power, feared and respected by countless beings. His pride ran even deeper as a dragon—a creature above all others.

And now, someone with an unknown background dared to call him a lesser being—just because of some petty tricks?

“You think this weak barrier makes you untouchable? ” Zagan growled,, his voice seething with rage.

“Let me show you what true power looks like!” His aura expanded, green and silver energy twisting around him, while the wind raged violently, mirroring his wrath.

Above, dark clouds churned, swallowing the stars. A crack of thunder echoed across the sky, a warning of the storm he was about to unleash.

CRACK!

The first bolt sent a tremor through his limbs, his muscles tightening from the impact.

CRACK!

With the second strike, his body began to change—bones creaked, and his skin rippled.

His shoulder expanded, growing broader, his back arching as he started to grow bigger.

CRACK!

A third bolt of lightning raced down, and his body expanded again. His torso broadened, rippling with scales that emerged from his skin, gleaming like metal.

CRACK!

The fourth strike hit, and his head began to morph. Teeth grew sharper, and his jaw extended, forming a fierce dragon’s maw.

His eyes glowed with an intense green light, as his neck stretched and grew thick with muscle, a fearsome draconic shape emerging fully.

“RRRRRGGGG!”

Finally, with a deafening roar, his wings burst forth from his back, leathery and massive, while his tail slithered and lengthened, snapping into shape like a weapon.

Now, standing at an enormous height, his body eclipsed the buildings around him.

“Behold my true form!” his voice rumbled, deep and thunderous, vibrating the very air around him.

“This is the form of a being who transcends all—nothing can even dream of standing against me.”

“You dare call me a lesser dragon?!” Zagan’s voice thundered, shaking the very ground beneath him. “I’ll reduce this city to ruins—along with you!”

His presence bore down on everything, so suffocating that even the other Demon Kings instinctively stepped back, unwilling to be caught in the impending destruction.

They all knew that he was holding back his true power, but the reality was far more terrifying than they imagined.

As they looked at his shimmering silver and green scales, doubt crept into their minds.

Could anything—any weapon, any magic—possibly pierce through that terrifying defense?

The thought alone made them uneasy. What if he decided to kill them?

Could they even stop him?

They weren’t the only ones with mixed emotions after witnessing such overwhelming display.

Nearly every demon in the city, shaken awake by the thunderous noise, trembled in fear. Many fled, desperate to escape after hearing his ultimatum.

Meanwhile, Asher realized he might have pushed Zagan too far. This transformation wasn’t part of the plan.

(You underestimate the pride of a dragon. He may be a lesser dragon, but his ego is no less than his ancestors.)

“We barely traded a few words, and he’s already losing it,” Asher sighed heavily.

Things were escalating faster than expected, yet deep inside, an urge stirred—an instinct, demanding he assert his dominance.

His own pride as an ancient dragon urged him to transform, to put an inferior being in its place.