994-995: Send Us Up There to Liven Things Up for Brother Dragon

"Charge, charge, charge, charge!"

"The Dragon Slaying Tournament has officially begun!"

"Slay my ass! Brothers, get ready to fill bottles and jars with dragon blood later. Dragon blood's definitely treasure stuff—take one sip, and maybe our internal energy will shoot straight up."

"Where are we supposed to find bottles and jars? What a hassle. I say we just hug the dragon and bite it. If I can suck down two mouthfuls of blood, dying will be worth it."

"Exactly! When we slaughtered the Fire Qilin at Leshan before, I saw our Village Lord hugging the Fire Qilin and biting it too. That Fire Qilin was covered in flames, so we can't copy that, but this Demon Dragon? We can sink our teeth into it."

Amid earthshaking battle cries, more than fifty thousand players ran while discussing tactics. They looked like a disorganized rabble, but they actually had their own little groups and guilds. Led by the enormous elite force of Black Wind Stronghold, they charged forward with shouts and roars.

The entire plain seemed to tremble beneath their feet. Pebbles bounced off the ground, only to be stomped viciously back into the soil by countless feet. The morning mist was smashed apart completely.

Many native martial artists were mixed among them, shrinking back nervously. A few experts, however, stared at the Demon Dragon locked within the iron cage, their faces filled with shock and disbelief as chills ran through their hearts.

Most people would instinctively feel fear from the depths of their souls upon seeing such a gigantic creature radiating such oppressive pressure, much less dare to rush forward and attack it.

Only players who feared neither heaven nor earth and would dare risk death for profit could be so excited, completely ignoring the Demon Dragon's terrifying intimidation.

"Village Lord