Chapter 1011: Chapter 473: Battle with the Dragon!
Dragon.
A creature shrouded in legends.
It is said that they dwell in deeply concealed multiverse rifts.
Appearing in the world only during certain eras.
Brutal, powerful, enigmatic.
These are the impressions humans have crafted about the Dragon Clan from countless historical records.
But people often forget one thing—
The dragon dove off the cliff, rushing downward. Halfway through its descent, it suddenly transformed into a man clad in a crimson robe, landing softly before the group.
His features were as if carved by a blade—lips razor-thin, a nose sharp as a mountain peak, and a pair of vertical pupils piercingly fierce, as though capable of slicing through anything.
His words carried undeniable cruelty:
“Kill each other.”
“Slaughter those next to you, and then kill yourselves in front of me.”
His words seemed to carry an unholy power.
Everyone instinctively began to lift their weapons towards the nearest person.
“Brother Ye!”
Zhang Xiaoyi cried out in a panic.
His body trembled uncontrollably as he raised his spear, aiming it at Shen Ye.
Nangong Sirui, closest to Sun Chengxie, immediately engaged him in fierce bat.
The bald brute lunged at Zhang Xiaoyi.
Shen Ye raised his blade, driving it toward the bald brute.
Chaos!
plete chaos!
The group descended into an unrelenting spree of mutual slaughter.
The crimson-robed man erupted into laughter, licking his lips, watching the carnage with giddy anticipation.
But as he continued to watch, a strange expression began to surface.
—That kid wearing the Yaksha Mask, he didn’t hold back at all.
His opponent also attacked with full force, showing no resistance to the control placed upon him.
Weren’t they supposed to be rades?
Humans are supposed to care deeply about their rades.
Fine, let’s assume these two harbor grudges against each other.
But that boy wielding the gun—
His skill was laughably weak; his blade-wielding panion deflected his attacks effortlessly, not even flinching.
This, ironically, allowed the boy with the gun to relax.
He casually squeezed the trigger, his expression lighthearted and helpless, calling out, “Brother Ye, I didn’t mean to!”
As for the youth with the blade—
He was putting his all into his attacks.
His blade technique was exceptional, savagely chasing after the bald brute with flying slashes.
The bald brute seized the gun boy’s head, about to snap his neck, but had his arm severed by a blade before being flung aside.
“No—”
The bald brute let out a blood-curdling scream as he plunged into the magma with a sickening “plop.”
“How boring…”
“Looks like we’ll need something more entertaining.”
The crimson-robed man muttered as dangerous light flickered in his eyes.
With a sudden leap, his physique rapidly expanded, transforming back into a dragon. He descended into the magma, snapping his jaws around the flailing bald brute.
The screams ceased abruptly.
The dragon reveled in the magma, tearing into the flesh, devouring the man in one gulp.
Its physique trembled, and with a powerful leap, it ascended, returning to face the group.
Once again, it transformed into the crimson-robed man.
“Don’t blame me.”
He wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze sweeping over the remaining few, finishing his sentence:
“She is seeking a master, and I refuse to let her slip away.”
The group stared blankly.
Only Shen Ye felt his heart slowly sink to the depths.
A dragon.
Here to crush all holders of the “Blood” titles.
It wants to be the Parasitic Empress’s master!
So the first thing it must do is kill all of the “Blood Emperors!”
This singular moment stretched on infinitely.
Or perhaps—
The moment hadn’t actually slowed down, but Shen Ye’s overwhelming focus made everything acutely observed and analyzed, creating the illusion—
That the world was moving slower.
But time must always march forward.
The second hand twitched, nudging forward by one tick.
Shen Ye shouted in despair:
“Boss, what do we do!”
He turned to Sun Chengxie.
Sun Chengxie hadn’t understood the dragon’s words, as his entire mind was occupied with thoughts of escaping. Shen Ye’s cry snapped him into action, prompting him to bark decisively:
“Split up and run!”
—From a tactical standpoint, splitting up was correct.
But he overlooked Shen Ye’s choice of words—
Boss.
The crimson-robed man’s vertical pupils slowly shifted to Sun Chengxie, murmuring:
“How strong are you?”
Before the word “strong” was fully uttered, an invisible force struck Sun Chengxie, exploding him into a spray of blood mist.
—The dragon’s Pupil Skill!
Sun Chengxie had not even the faintest chance of resisting!
“Indeed, run, let me amuse myself. I dislike lifeless prey.”
The crimson-robed man chuckled.
The group’s freedom was instantly restored.
“Report immediately! It’s a dragon! A dragon is attacking us!”
Zhang Xiaoyi roared.
Nangong Sirui swiftly drew a device, urgently reporting the situation to the city.
Neither of them fled.
One stood guard while the other transmitted the report, their expressions resolute.
Back in the city.
Families and friends still remained.
Even if they were to perish here, the information on the dragon’s appearance had to be delivered!
The crimson-robed man rested his chin on his hand, sneering:
“Your sentiments disgust me. Let me tell you something instead.”
“The messages you send don’t matter—”
“The oute is already decided.”
“There’s one critical task. Once pleted, I can officially meet your Empress.”
“Guess what it is?”
He swept his gaze over the three youths.
“I know,” Shen Ye raised his hand.
“Speak,” the crimson-robed man gestured him forward.
“Eat shit, my lord,” Shen Ye replied.
“Later, I’ll eat you first—actually, the answer is city-wide slaughter. Understand? I need to kill everyone in that city of yours.”
The crimson-robed man spoke as he cracked a grin.
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