Song Tingyun raised the long sword in his hand once more and shouted, "Who will drink the dragon's blood?"
" I will."
"Who will eat the dragon's flesh?"
" I will."
"Let us share it and rejoice with the people." Song Tingyun burst into laughter.
As he spoke, he once again wielded his sword and prepared to carve into the black dragon's body.
"Clang!"
A phoenix cry came from beyond the Ninth Heaven, clear and mournful, filled with a thick, undissolvable hatred.
The people who were sharing the spoils after slaying the dragon and reveling in celebration lifted their faces and looked up at the sky.
Black clouds churned, and cold winds howled.
There was no sign of any person, nor any beast.
"The Phoenix mourns. A great injustice exists in the world. Where does this injustice lie?" Spirit King's pointed ears stood erect as he listened, and he asked aloud.
"Where is the Phoenix Bird? And where is this supposed injustice?" Wu Zhao of the Great Wu Kingdom sneered repeatedly. "If slaying an evil dragon is called a great injustice, then would the tens of thousands of human compatriots burned to death by the evil dragon's breath not be unable to rest in peace beneath the Nine Springs?"
"Even if a Phoenix Bird is crying out in grief, it is crying for humanity, crying for the warriors who died while slaying the dragon. The Phoenix is the Mother of All Races and the spirit of all things. Some people cannot distinguish good from evil—could it be that the gods cannot distinguish good from evil either?" General Shangguan Tianjun said with a loud laugh.
Rumble—
A gigantic fireball appeared high in the sky.
The fireball burned with a sizzling roar, its swelling flames constantly spreading outward, as though it intended