A weak young dragon cried sadly as he wielded a dragon bone whip, lashing it hard across the face of a disciple of the Chan Sect.

With a snap!

Very soon, very soon.

The Chan Sect disciple hadn't expected that this little dragon was so well-prepared, striking with such precision and power.

In an instant, a black crack, filled with corrosive black energy, appeared on the face of the Chan Sect disciple.

This dragon bone whip was forged from the bones of an evil dragon, and is imbued with its ferocity and deadly poison.

"ah!"

The disciple of the Chan Sect screamed in agony.

"You filthy race, what right do you have to hit me?"

Holding him down by two powerful dragons, the Chan Sect disciple, his face contorted with resentment and enduring the excruciating pain in his face, asked bitterly.

He is not convinced!

On what grounds?

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!

If a stronger person were to kill him, he would certainly not say anything.

But a baby dragon actually pooped on his face!

"You bastard!"

"You Chan Sect killed my parents and my entire clan!"

"Why should I tell you?"

A deep resentment appeared on the young dragon's face, and he immediately lashed out with the bone whip in his hand again.

With a snap.

Very soon, very soon.

In an instant, the disciple's eyes were whipped open, and blood mist sprayed out!

A chilling sound suddenly arose the next moment.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"Waaah, waaah."

pain!

I don't know how painful childbirth is for women, but it must be much more painful than childbirth for women.

But look at this disciple of the Chan Sect, his hands curled into claws, frantically clawing at the ground, making a shrill sound.

A similar scene was playing out in the Chan Sect.

Countless dragons were incredibly grateful to Kuafu. Without the orders of this leader, their lineage of dragons in Kowloon Bay would never have been able to avenge this blood feud in their entire lives.

"Hiss! That's too ruthless. This is a case of the weak slaughtering the strong."

"Look, the powerful figures of the Chan Sect dare not resist at all. Is this the terrifying aspect of the sect leader?"

"Alas, as the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor; how can one not distinguish right from wrong..."

Shh! Stop it, don't say anymore.

"What, are you so scared that you can't even say a few words? Fellow Daoist, you're too timid."

"No, why are you acting like an idiot? The primordial world is so cruel, what right do you have to talk about? What the hell are you talking about? Fine, you can talk if you want, but don't tell me, or I'm afraid you'll kill me!"

"Let me put it this way: the creatures of Kowloon Bay were almost completely slaughtered! What wrong did they do? Why don't you talk about right and wrong?"

"Listen, Kuafu, this leader, has done a very good job. As a strong man, he stood up for the weak who followed him. I respect him!"

"But... Nezha is already dead, and Guang Chengzi is also dead. Why should the Chan Sect suffer such a calamity? That sect leader went too far. This action is simply outrageous and resented by both heaven and man. Anyway, I despise this kind of behavior."

"Heh, fellow Daoist, you can go ask him then. What are you talking to me about? If you really want to stand up for the Chan Sect, go and have a showdown with the Sect Leader, okay? What the hell are you talking about here?"

"Alright, I really hate myself. How could someone like you be my fellow Daoist? Get out of here. From now on, don't let your brain-dead self ever appear in my sight again."

Above the void, a seemingly refined and scholarly great supernatural being was now enraged!

This old friend of mine is going to break off our friendship just because of a few words?

Why?

There must be benevolence and virtue in the world!

How could the killing be so excessive?

How can they be so heartless and immoral?

He couldn't understand it, and could only watch as his old friend of countless years left him.

At this time.

The Qilin clan and the Dragon clan have all withdrawn from Kunlun Mountain.

Before leaving, Elder Zi Tian of the Dragon Clan glanced at the ten Golden Immortals. For these Golden Immortals, slaying dragons was simply a daily routine when the Dragon Clan was weak.

At this moment, all ten Golden Immortals bowed their heads, looking as humble as if they were in the dirt.

The dragon elder slowly said, "Those who boast of their profound good fortune and noble status must all die. These are the words of the sect leader."

"You, the sons of saints, are you afraid of death?"

The dragon elder sneered, "Normally, you're all so aloof and arrogant, what's wrong? Have you all gone mute now?"

Seeing that no one was talking back, Zi Tian was slightly taken aback. Could these guys really be so tolerant after being humiliated like this?

He was somewhat surprised.

It seems like they don't respond well to mockery.

That's it.

It seems unlikely that the task assigned by Emperor Zulong will be completed.

At that very moment.

Huang Long stepped forward, bowed, and said awkwardly, "Clan...Clan Uncle."

"Smack!"

The dragon elder slapped the yellow dragon away and angrily rebuked, "You traitorous dragon, what face do you have to be related to me?"

In the past, after the great calamity of the Dragon and Han dynasties, the true spirit of the Ancestral Dragon divided into four paths to guard the four seas.

The dragon race was extremely weak, and this Yellow Dragon True Man betrayed the dragon race and joined the Chan Sect, which frequently slayed dragons!

For a time, the Dragon Clan hated Huanglong Zhenren to the core.

After joining the Chan Sect, Huanglong Zhenren tried hard to please Yuanshi, but Yuanshi always looked down on those who wore scales and armor.

Therefore, after accepting Huanglong Zhenren as his disciple, he never bestowed upon him a single treasure.

Even so, Huanglong Zhenren still traveled the prehistoric world under the title of a disciple of a sage, so the dragon race dared not offend Huanglong Zhenren at all.