Among the bedtime stories widely told across Divine Land, dragons were evil. They possessed mighty supernatural powers, could Command Clouds and Rain, slaughtered commoners, and ate human hearts and livers raw. To save the people and princesses, those great dragon-slaying warriors crossed mountains and rivers and fought through every obstacle, finally discovering the wicked giant dragon atop a tall tower. The brave and clever dragon slayers racked their brains to kill the evil dragon and rescue the princess, ultimately becoming dragon slayers admired by all and living shamelessly happy lives with the princesses.
When all was said and done, the dragon slayers had always played the despicable role of third parties who relied on overwhelming martial strength to steal someone else's love.
What Li Mu Yang knew was that dragons did not eat people.
At least, in the sea of his memories, he had found no experience of that black dragon eating humans.
Moreover, it considered that an utterly disgusting thing. Even thinking about it made it feel sick.
Li Mu Yang could understand its feelings.
Li Mu Yang had never expected that this bald monk would have a taste for human flesh, much less that such an evil criminal—someone everyone would be justified in killing—would have been adopted by people.
Whether the ones doing such a thing were the Song family, Prince Fu, or any other lineage, they were all just as deserving of death as this Wuhua the Monk.
Seeing the way Wuhua the Monk drooled, killing intent suddenly flashed through Li Mu Yang's heart.
"Cannibalism? How are you qualified to be counted among the Buddha's disciples? You have the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog, worse than beasts. A scourge upon humanity like you is abandoned by Heaven and rejected by Buddha. I