Call Me His Majesty, the Dragon Emperor

At the center of the Sea of Chaos stood a man in white. His resolute face carried a hint of roguishness, and a golden crown rested on his head. His eyes were extraordinarily strange: the shadow of a moon lay in his left eye, while the shadow of a sun filled his right. One eye was icy cold, the other fervently burning. Nine-colored light shimmered across his body.

The man held his hands together. The mark of a Dark Dragon was on his left hand, and that of a Light Dragon on his right. Darkness and light should never have been able to merge, yet he had forcibly fused them. His clasped hands had become a blurry gray, a truly mystifying sight. Beneath his feet lay a colossal white dragon, wreathed in the powers of time and space. Most wondrous of all, a vast black-and-white divine halo revolved behind him, as though it represented the laws governing all things. Within it was a demonic sword, red all over, and it seemed to contain a powerful black qilin.

Before the man was a gigantic eye, even larger than the dragon beneath his feet. The Sea of Chaos around it was collapsing. The man smiled wickedly.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.