Boiling Beast Bloodline -
Chapter 770 - 167: A Sharp Tongue Spells More Than a Hundred Thousand Soldiers_3
Chapter 770: Chapter 167: A Sharp Tongue Spells More Than a Hundred Thousand Soldiers_3
It’s undeniable, Liu Zhenhan’s words were truly incendiary.
Yeah, even if they returned to the surface and got into trouble with the Fairy Dragon and the Seven-Colored Dragon, it would be a simple matter of fighting if capable, and retreating to the underground if not. Killing twelve giant dragons all at once? Even among their own kind, no dragon could be that malevolent.
Why had they overlooked such a simple step before? As their thoughts broke free from their previous constraints, the Hell Black Dragons’ eyes lit up as they excitedly began discussing various strategies for life on the surface...
"Beamon! It can’t be denied, you bring up some valid points. We have the testimonies of the Fairy Dragons. We’ve decided to venture to the surface for a while and see whether your words hold true," the leader of the Hell Black Dragon clan, Ronaldo, appeared ready to make for the surface. He did not want to stain his claws with the blood of the Fairy Dragons, triggering a cycle of violence that would be hard to quell, so he decided to follow Beamon’s advice.
"Your wisdom is comparable to that of Haibo Galaxy," Liu Zhenhan smiled. The control in negotiations completely depends on the balance of power. Liu Zhenhan considered himself pretty powerful, and these Hell Black Dragons weren’t fools. They didn’t want to get themselves killed, so they’d try to avoid conflict if possible.
"Will you stay in the underworld?" The Black Dragon Clan leader, Ronaldo, asked Liu Zhenhan.
"If the surface world is no longer suitable for Black Dragons, I’d be honored to serve the great Black Dragon clan in the underworld," Liu Zhenhan wisely stated. "As a humble Beamon, I will be living in the underworld for the foreseeable future."
"Very well," The Black Dragon Clan leader seemed pleased with Beamon’s responses, feeling like he had anticipated all their concerns. He swung his giant dragon head joyfully.
Under Liu Zhenhan’s triumphant gaze, a group of Hell Black Dragons flew towards the horizon. Liu figured they were probably going to retrieve their treasures and eggs, thinking about maybe finding an egg to incubate a Blood Infant himself. But at the thought of the dragon eggs, he couldn’t help but feel a little regret.
He gave a deep sigh, smacked his chest, relief washing over him as the tension from the earlier near-brush with danger ebbed away. Despite now being a Blood Magic mage of Magic Teacher level, he couldn’t perform any large-scale magic attacks, and he wasn’t even proficient in individual target magic. The only thing he had improved in his magic was the Blood Magic Shield he worn around his neck, which could probably withstand a sudden middle-level magic attack. It was decent enough, and as he had plenty of magic power right now, replenishing the Magic Shield continuously shouldn’t be a problem.
His gaze shifted to the Evil-eye Tyrant hovering in the air, controlling the Six-winged Flame Demon. The tyrant remained silent, not making any demands, leaving Liu wondering what it was playing at.
Though he knew the tyrant was no easier to deal with than the Hell Black Dragons, faced with a single Evil-eye Tyrant as opposed to twelve giant dragons, Liu no longer felt intimidated.
Like any third-rate ruffian, Liu liked to size up his opponents by their numbers to determine whether a fight was winnable.
"This meatball reminds me of Master Puskas," Ybar, out of place and time, chimed in. "Compared to the Hell Black Dragons, this guy gives me the impression of a kangaroo among rats."
"As long as it doesn’t bother me, I won’t bother it," Liu Zhenhan sneered, "This creature looks like a goddamn punching bag. It’s asking for a......beating!"
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