Liu San had barely jumped down from the Luck Demon Dragon when an axe came flying straight at him.
The axe did not look particularly powerful. Ancestral Dragon's motion especially made him look like a Woodcutter using a small hand axe to chop someone in the face.
But the axe itself was powerful.
With that chop, blood burst from Liu San's face.
Liu San was not Combat-type to begin with. Though he could be brave at times, in terms of fighting strength, he was little more than a thug.
That single axe blow left the newly landed Liu San dazed.
Yet Ancestral Dragon was somewhat dissatisfied. The power was still too low. Why had it not killed the man in one blow?
So Ancestral Dragon raised his leg and kicked Liu San to the ground, then swung his arm wide and chopped down at Liu San's head.
This time, Ancestral Dragon used his full strength. Liu San's head was cleaved into two on the spot.
At the same time, vast amounts of Orange light were drawn out of Liu San's body and poured into the axe.
Everyone beneath the hill saw it clearly. The attack itself was not important. What mattered was that with that axe strike, all the luck within Liu San, along with everything else he possessed, was sucked away by the axe.
It seemed that, just as Ancestral Dragon had said before, this axe had originally been meant to kill the Luck Demon Dragon. Since it could not kill the Luck Demon Dragon now, Liu San would serve as the sacrifice instead.
After chopping Liu San to death, Ancestral Dragon raised the small axe in his hand.
"Using the Dragon Ancestor as sacrifice, I offer this to Heaven. Formation, rise!"
As Ancestral Dragon spoke, the eight Orange