What the hell—are you kidding me?
Why would I give up being a perfectly good Dragon King, stop breathing dragonfire, and run out there to fight you with a lousy sword, when you might even chop me down with one strike? Do you take me for an idiot?
I'm a high-IQ species too, you know? One breath of dragonfire from me and you'd be dead.
The black dragon was practically livid with that idiot.
Although he thought Zhong Shan was the only one among the Seven Shames of Changbai with any blood or backbone, his intelligence was just too low.
Now, the other six had already been dealt with. Only Zhong Bai remained, sprawled on the ground and refusing to get up, weeping himself hoarse, with snot and tears streaming down his face. He looked utterly miserable and pitiful.
It gave one an overwhelming urge to blast him with dragonfire.
And as that thought crossed his mind, Li Mu Yang did exactly that.
His throat rattled and wheezed before he suddenly leaned toward Zhong Bai and spat out a blast.
Zhong Bai disappeared.
A huge crater now occupied the spot where he had been sprawled.
The flames scorched the stone, and the air filled with the aroma of roasting meat.
It was cathartic beyond words, so satisfying it nearly sent him over the moon.
Li Mu Yang opened his mouth, intending to spit out another blast, but there was no target left.
What a disappointment.
So Li Mu Yang blasted the crater again.
The crater grew even larger.
Only then did the black dragon's enormous body slowly descend toward the summit of Flaming Mountain.
By the time he landed, he had already returned to human form.
Qian Du was lying on the ground, and Li Mu Yang was lying there