“Imperial Mark, Heaven Crushing Black Dragon!”
Li Jingtian narrowed his eyes, finished forming a hand seal, and roared. A golden light erupted as a massive black dragon coiled around an equally massive seal high in the sky.
He pointed forward. With a draconic roar, the black sea-like force surged toward the muscled dragon man. Space trembled and distorted under its terrifying momentum.
The muscled man widened his eyes at its sheer power and extended his swelling arm.
BAM!
The arm of a peak Emperor dragon collided with Li Jingtian’s devastating Imperial Mark. Shockwaves tore the sky, yet neither fighter budged. Space itself took the beating—ripples exploding everywhere.
The muscled man’s eyelids twitched.
He never expected a human to meet him blow for blow. Human Imperial Marks were known for their might, but dragons possessed unmatched physique.
For a dragon to clash evenly with a human was already humiliating.
His face reddened.
CRACK!
His body shuddered. His eyes bulged as sweat dripped down his cheek. With great effort, he pushed harder, forcing Li Jingtian’s mark back.
Li Jingtian trembled and spat blood.
“You win this round… but next time is mine!”
“Humph, not bad yourself. It’s the first time a human of equal rank broke my arm.”
He glared at his trembling right arm.
“Too bad there won’t be a second round. I can still fight with a broken arm, but you’re far more injured. Your Imperial Mark is weakened, as is your fate. Once you fall, the Luo clan has no one left to defend it. Hahaha!”
Li Jingtian gave him a weird look and flew down.
(Defend the clan? Brother, I just came here for a spar, not to die. And trust me, there are way worse monsters down there waiting to take a bite of you. I’m just warming you up.)
Li Jingtian looked at Qiu Yanhai.
“Your turn.”
Qiu Yanhai sighed.
“Old Li, seriously—why go all out? It’s not your injury I mind, but you breaking his arm. Now my spar will be one-sided. How am I supposed to fight properly?”
“Quit bragging. One of his hands is enough to crush you. Go.”
The muscled man froze.
(Another peak Emperor? What kind of clan is this?)
His disbelief only grew as Qiu Yanhai approached.
Qiu Yanhai smiled politely.
“After you.”
“Humph! Thinking two peak Emperors are enough to beat me? Your only chance is to gang up on me. Charging alone is just seeking death!”
The muscled dragon shot forward. Fear of a potential 2v1 clearly had him rushing to finish things quickly.
But it really was a short bout.
Three minutes later, Qiu Yanhai, pale and coughing blood, bowed.
“Dragons truly are strong. I lost.”
The muscled man’s face twitched, staring at his now-burned other hand.
(Damn your loss! He’s as strong as the first guy! That’s two peak Emperors now! What in the—how does this tiny clan have strength rivaling the Eight Emperors?)
(At least there isn’t a third…)
“Hey, who’s next?”
Qiu Yanhai’s shout made the dragon’s heart skip.
Whoosh~
A graceful white figure descended—Xue Qingjian.
She eyed the dragon’s limp arms and scolded Qiu Yanhai.
“This was supposed to be a spar. Why go all out like Old Li? How am I supposed to train with a crippled opponent? I can’t measure my Imperial Mark like this.”
“Ahaha, sorry honey, got carried away.”
(TRAIN? You’re using me as a punching bag?!)
The muscled dragon noticed she was also a peak Emperor.
He trembled.
“J-just how many Emperors do you people have?”
“All of them.”
Xue Qingjian pointed downward.
Dozens—literally dozens—of peak Emperors flew into the air.
The muscled dragon nearly fainted.
(What is this… a gathering of monsters? Even the Eight Emperors don’t have this many!)
The ten strongest locked their eyes onto him.
A chill ran down his spine.
(Since when did humans look at dragons like we’re prey? We’re dragon Saints!)
He gulped.
“Humph! Laugh while you can! I didn’t come alone! There are two dozen peak experts with the elders—each as strong as me!”
The Luo clan reacted…
“AWESOME! More sparring partners!”
The dragon blinked.
“Are… are you insane? Did you not hear me? Our elders are Saints! And we brought two dozen peak Emperors!”
“We heard,” Murong Lie said happily. “We need Saints to test our strength. You’re too weak.”
Xue Qingjian nodded.
“We’ll need to fight them three or four against one.”
Sword Child suddenly appeared.
“Leave the strongest to me. I’m Father’s sword. Peak Emperor. Two dragon Saints? Child’s play.”
Everyone glared at him.
“Sit down. No one’s giving you their spot.”
Sword Child snorted.
“Stubborn mortals.”
The muscled dragon’s worldview collapsed.
(What… what are these humans?)
Whoosh~
A group of figures appeared—the three dragon elders leading two dozen peak Emperor dragons.
Elder Bai Long frowned.
“What happened? Did an expert force you to call for help?”
The muscled dragon raised his two ruined arms and pointed at the hundreds of people before him.
The elders gasped.
(So many Emperors…?! This is beyond the Eight Emperors’ level!)
Ten of the Luo clan’s peak Emperors locked their killing intent onto them.
The dragon elders shuddered violently.
(What… what have we stepped into?)
(Since when… do humans dare stare down dragons like this…?)
[HAHAHA bab ini kocaknya kebangetan 🤣🐉‼️
Niatnya naga mau ngamuk, eh malah jadi sparring dummy seluruh kota. Si otot naga baru sadar: “kok manusia makin mirip monster ya?” Dan yang paling lucu—Luo clan literally ngantri kayak beli es krim pas ada musuh legend 😭🔥]