[Killed level 60 Dragonkind Knight, EXP 2,400,000, military rit 3,000]
[Killed level 59 Dragonkind Mage, EXP 2,360,000, military rit 2,000]
[Killed Dragonkind Battle General, EXP 7,100,000, military rit 100,000]
The flood of notifications was relentless, but Lin Moyu had no ti to check during battle. Only when the dust settled did he take a quick glance.
For Dragonkind below level 70, EXP followed a fixed ratio—40,000 tis their level. Military rit, however, scaled differently.
Level 40 to level 49: 1,000 military rit.
Level 50 to level 59: 2,000 military rit.
Level 60 to level 69: 3,000 military rit.
But Dragonkind Battle Generals, level 70-plus beings, were different. They were the equivalent of top-level human class users.
While humans underwent their third class awakening at level 70, Dragonkind experienced their second bloodline awakening. Only the strongest among them beca Dragonkind Battle Generals—akin to human geniuses.
Their EXP yield soared to 100,000 tis their level.
For example, a level 71 Dragonkind Battle General granted 7.1 million EXP as well as 100,000 military rit, representing a substantial increase.
As a result, his EXP surged from 2% to 20%, and his military rit skyrocketed. His military badge glead with newfound brilliance—a purple star appeared.
At that mont, Lin Moyu ascended to the rank of one-star godly general.
anwhile, his skeletons scaled the pillar, rescuing Shi Xing’an and Liang Yue.
Shi Xing’an, having narrowly escaped death, felt a mix of relief and guilt, "Brother Lin, I... I’m really sorry."
Lin Moyu understood Shi Xing’an’s feelings and said calmly, “If it were , you would have done the sa.”
Shi Xing’an trembled. Lin Moyu was right—if their roles were reversed, he would have rushed to save him, even if it ant walking to his doom.
Lin Moyu reassured him, “You’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”
Liang Yue, still on edge, spoke up, “But didn’t the Dragonkind send a Dragon King? Why hasn’t he shown up?”
Just then, a surge of energy erupted—violent, oppressive—then vanished as quickly as it ca.
Lin Moyu turned and saw Bai Yiyuan flying toward them, carrying a broken corpse.
“Here.” Bai Yiyuan tossed the corpse to the ground like discarded trash, clapped the dust off his hands, and smirked, “All done! Turns out the Dragon King was nothing special—couldn’t even put up a fight.”
The Dragon King, a being equivalent to a human God-level powerhouse, lay dead in a wretched state. His wings were severed, his body bore a gaping hole, and his limbs were crushed beyond recognition.
The only intact part was his head—eyes wide open, frozen in fear even in death.
Bai Yiyuan tapped his finger, and two drops of Dragon King blood floated toward Shi Xing’an and Liang Yue.
Each drop was the size of half a fist, shimring with a hazy glow and radiating an compelling aura.
“Co, co! Fresh Dragon King blood, you two are lucky—one drop each. It’s good for you.” Bai Yiyuan’s voice was lighthearted.
Shi Xing’an and Liang Yue quickly bowed, “Greetings, Lord White God!”
Bai Yiyuan chuckled, “No need for formalities—you’re Moyu’s friends. Now hurry up and drink before it loses its freshness.”
Then, turning to Lin Moyu, he added, “You don’t need it. This stuff is useless to you.”
Lin Moyu understood. His attributes were already very high—he had consud far greater treasures before. The Dragon King blood held no value for him.
Shi Xing’an and Liang Yue eagerly consud the Dragon King blood.
Surprisingly, it didn’t taste like blood—it had a faint sweetness to it.
The mont it entered their stomachs, a surge of imnse energy erupted within them, sweeping through their bodies. Their wounds healed rapidly, and all their attributes increased by 500.
Even the fad Elentary Magical Draught paled in comparison.
Seeing their astonished expressions, Bai Yiyuan burst into laughter, “Not bad, right?”
He sighed dramatically, “Such a pity. This stuff must be consud fresh—give it a few minutes, and it becos useless.”
As he spoke, Bai Yiyuan clenched his fist and punched the Dragon King’s head.
With a sickening crack, the head burst, revealing a hexagonal, crystal-clear gem nestled within.
Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat. It looked strikingly similar to the Life Core.
Bai Yiyuan held up the gem and asked, “Any of you know what this is?”
Everyone shook their heads.
Shi Xing’an hesitated before responding, “Never seen it before.”
Bai Yiyuan smirked, “That’s normal. I’ve never seen it before either.”
After all, this was his first ti fighting a Dragon King.
Previously, Dragon Kings could only be encountered in the deep layers of the Immorial Battlefield.
Bai Yiyuan rarely went there, so the chances of him encountering a Dragon King were low. And even if he had encountered one, it wouldn’t necessarily turn into a life-or-death battle.
But this ti, he had achieved his first-ever Dragon King kill.
He twirled the gem between his fingers, “Although I’ve never seen it before, I know what it is. It’s called a Dragon Crystal. And it can only be obtained from a Dragon King’s head.”
“Dragon Kings aren’t Gods. Once the body turns cold, the blood loses its power. But the bones and hide? Still incredibly valuable—far more than platinum rank weapons.”
“Yet even if you add up all the bones and hide, they’re nothing compared to the value of this Dragon Crystal.”
Bai Yiyuan’s words made Shi Xing’an and Liang Yue widen their eyes in shock.
Lin Moyu, however, knew his teacher was just teasing them.
If ng Anwen were here, he would’ve definitely had a snarky coback. After all, Bai Yiyuan’s knowledge—while impressive—wasn’t exactly deep.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Bai Yiyuan stored away the Dragon Crystal and the Dragon King’s corpse.
Lin Moyu then turned to Shi Xing’an, “Brother Shi, how did you get captured by the Dragonkind? And what about the other three mbers of your party?”
At the ntion of his comrades, Shi Xing’an’s expression darkened, and his eyes filled with grief, “They all died in battle.”
He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know how the Dragonkind found out about my connection to you, but they ambushed us on our way to a dungeon. Their class users were terrifyingly strong—we never stood a chance.”
“My three brothers…” His grief quickly turned to burning fury, “One day, I will storm the Dragonkind base and wipe them out! I will avenge my brothers!”
Lin Moyu sighed.
He hadn’t interacted much with those three, barely exchanging a few words.
But every ti Shi Xing’an made a stand, they stood behind him without hesitation.
They were good brothers.
Lin Moyu spoke softly, “I sure you’ll get your chance. But Brother Shi, the Dragonkind have set their sights on you. Staying in the Dinsional Battlefield is too dangerous—go back to the empire.”
He paused before adding, “Besides, you’re about to undergo your class awakening. If you truly want to take on the Dragonkind… you must beco an Earth Knight in your next awakening.”
Shi Xing’an was already level 39—soon, he would reach level 40 and undergo his second class awakening.
Compared to the Dinsional Battlefield, the empire was far safer. And more importantly, he needed ti to prepare for the awakening.
Bai Yiyuan spoke up, “I promised Moyu I’d take care of your class awakening. Once you reach level 40, contact him—I’ll handle everything.”
With ng Anwen’s presence, they could set up the most optimal Class Awakening Formation. Combined with rare materials, Shi Xing’an’s chances of becoming an Earth Knight would increase significantly.
Shi Xing’an’s eyes burned with determination, “I will beco an Earth Knight, no matter what.”
Bai Yiyuan smiled. Having that kind of resolve was a good thing.
He could tell—Shi Xing’an was a solid guy. Lin Moyu had made a good friend.
“Old ng, take us back!” Bai Yiyuan shouted.
In an instant, the Shenxia Tower appeared in midair, its brilliant light engulfing them.
The Dinsional Battlefield fell silent once more.
This pitch-black land had an innate purification ability—before long, all traces of battle would be erased.
The Dragonkind had suffered a crushing defeat, with heavy losses: one Dragon King, 12 Dragonkind Battle Generals, an army of 10,000, 20 warships.
And yet, Lin Moyu stood unscathed. Alive and well.
In the Dragonkind Base, a terrifying aura surged and filled the air, and a Dragon projection appeared in the sky, its furious roar echoing for miles—its rage lingering like a storm cloud.
Within the teleportation formation, reginted troops began arriving.
Each Dragonkind soldier wore identical armor. Their faces, movents, and even the smallest details were exactly the sa—as if they had been copied.
Their levels were either 59 or 60, with minimal variation.
Their arrival carried an unsettling sense.
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