A Million Secured

"My horn! No!"

"Nooo!"

"Uncle Seven, Uncle Nine, save me!"

"Aahhh!"

"..."

As for Xi Tianlong, he broke down completely.

He howled at the top of his lungs, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Among the Flood Dragon Clan, all clan members who awakened their bloodline would grow Dragon Horns. Though Dragon Horns did not guarantee how powerful one would become in the future, they were a symbol of a Flood Dragon's identity.

To lose one's Dragon Horns was to lose the clan's recognition and honor, to be regarded as a disgrace.

Ordinarily, even staring at Dragon Horns would be considered an affront by the Flood Dragon Clan, like touching a dragon's reverse scale.

Having them sawed off in full view of everyone was simply worse than being publicly lined up and violated in turn.

His dignity had been ground to dust. He, along with his entire family, would become a laughingstock for many, many years.

That was why Xi Tianlong had broken down, and why Wolf Seven and Wolf Nine had gone hysterical.

What made it even harder for them to accept was the saw in Qin He's hand.

It looked like a piece of junk—rust-covered and filthy. As its teeth dragged down, rust flaked off everywhere, and it was dull besides, fast one moment and slow the next.

He was taking someone else's Dragon Horns, yet he had not even prepared professional tools. It was far too disrespectful.

And as he sawed, Qin He met the two demons' icy stares without even blinking.

A line of huge words seemed to be written plainly across the bear's face: I sawed them off. Bite me if you can?

"Marquis of Purple Robes, come help us at once!"

"The Lizard Clan has lost face. Don't think your Great Jing Kingdom