Chapter Nine: A Misunderstanding?!

Laon relaxed slightly, lay down on the ground, and squinted his eyes.

Not long after, a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Although he had a "plan," his body couldn't take it anymore after all the back and forth.

Half an hour passed without me even realizing it.

"Tap tap tap," heavy footsteps echoed from afar. As time passed, the sound grew louder and louder.

Like a sleeping Raon, its huge ears twitched slightly.

The originally heavy and loud snoring gradually subsided.

About ten seconds later, a tall, fiery red figure, radiating intense heat, emerged from the dense shadows of the jungle ahead.

"A strange fire-attribute dragon." Laon opened his eyes and looked at the "figure" that had appeared there.

"His strength is only at the ninth level of Black Iron."

"How weak they are."

Laon possessed a certain reserve and arrogance. This was a natural tendency for the strong to suppress the weak.

"Hey, trash, get over here! I, Raon, the future chieftain of the Pig-Headed Tribe, have taken a liking to you. From now on, you'll be my dog." Raon's words twisted, as if he were bestowing a favor, as he extended an invitation to Loya.

Yes, it was Loya who arrived.

Loya looked at Laon in surprise, not understanding why this strange guy was talking to him about these inexplicable things.

"You dead pig, if you're injured, just tuck your tail between your legs and go heal," Loya kindly reminded him.

"What did you say?" Laon was stunned. He looked at Loya carefully and found that although the dragon was big and looked majestic and imposing, it was not as fat and heavy as himself.

The realm of transcendence is not as high as mine.

"Ha, my God. You clueless idiot, there's definitely something wrong with your brain."

"If I recruit you, wouldn't that lower my prestige?"

"After all, fools are shameful no matter where they are."

Laon's face fell. "So, I've changed my mind."

"Next, I will kill you and offer your flesh and blood to the great dragon."

Laon slowly got up and walked step by step toward Loya.

It must be said that his heavy, obese body was indeed oppressive when he was near people.

"Sigh, dear Mr. Dead Pig, why do you monsters always love to cause trouble?!" Loya sighed, sounding helpless. To be honest, he hadn't deliberately provoked this strange supernatural being, nor did he intend to.

But the other party just inexplicably wanted to kill him.

"Perhaps this is the characteristic of the chaotic and disorderly extraordinary world."

Loya walked towards Laon, his body activating, the scorching fire within him stirring. The thorns on his spine emitted red flames, filling the original red color with brightness.

The ground beneath his feet was blackened by the fire, and the plants were slowly burning, emitting choking black smoke.

Laon suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stared intently at Loya, sensing Loya's power far exceeding that of the Black Iron realm.

"This is bad, this guy is extraordinary. If I weren't injured, I might be able to deal with him. But now..." Laon mentally cursed, his expression gradually freezing. He felt incredibly unlucky; he had just randomly encountered a sub-dragon who could actually threaten him.

"If I said it was a misunderstanding and I meant no harm, would you believe me?" Laon forced a smile.

Loya smiled too: "I believe you."

Innate Bloodline Skill: [Raging Flames]

Having said that, Loya unleashed his full power. With a deafening roar, flames erupted from beneath his feet, unleashing a dense shockwave. His tall, fiery red body shot out like a bullet.