Lotus Master had vanished.
Under the powerful impact of Nine Dragons Pouring into the Crown, the golden lotus released by Lotus Master through burning his natal essence let out nothing more than a muffled boom before being melted and extinguished by the dragonfire.
Lotus Master, who enjoyed a tremendous reputation and had long since entered the ranks of the Starry Sky Experts, was actually as fragile as melon skin before this White Dragon—completely unable to withstand a single blow.
Boom—
The forceful blast exploded over Kunlun Ruins.
It also exploded deep within everyone's heart.
The human experts who had luckily escaped the raging slash of energy stared at the nine White Dragons in the sky, each of them dumbstruck and unable to believe their eyes.
"Is this—the power of the dragon race?"
That thought surfaced simultaneously in the hearts of everyone present.
"How could humanity possibly stand against such power?"
"Even Lotus Master was killed by it. Do we still have any hope?"
"Kill it! We must kill it—we have to avenge Lotus Master—"
Some whispered among themselves, while others shouted like madmen.
More people remained silent, staring pensively at the nine White Dragons above their heads.
This was an age when everyone dreamed of slaying dragons. People had chanted slogans about killing evil dragons for tens of thousands of years. After shouting those slogans for so long, they had grown arrogant and conceited, believing that slaying an evil dragon was no more difficult than lifting a hand or raising a foot.
The reason no dragon-slaying heroes had appeared was supposedly that they had not found the true evil dragons.
Only now did they realize that reality was not like that at all. The truth was far more brutal than they had imagined—humanity found it difficult to slay dragons,