"If you kill me, you still won't get the Myriad Spirit Seal." Li Mu Yang clutched his wounded side. Although Cloud Robe was doing its utmost to conceal and mend his injuries, the tremendous force of the Dragon Shock Bow's attack was not so easily dispelled.
He stared straight at the legendary artifact, the Dragon Shock Bow—a massive bow made from dragon bones, sinews, and blood, yet used to slaughter dragons. His heart was filled with boundless sorrow and endless hatred.
Why had it come to this?
Why had it come to this?
What had the dragons done wrong? Why had they been condemned to suffer such punishment?
Enemies of the entire world, slaughtered by all... merely because they were born dragons, gifted by the heavens with powerful bodies and the ability to ride the clouds and summon rain?
They were not cattle or sheep, nor pigs or dogs.
Again and again, they had saved humanity. Again and again, they had snatched the Nine Provinces back from the demons, then returned them to humankind. They had given people fertile lands, free and healthy bodies, sunlight and rain...
Why did every cultivator have to use the slaughter of dragons as a badge of merit?
"I know. You threw the Myriad Spirit Seal into the crowd simply to make humans slaughter one another, create obstacles for me, and carve out a sliver of life for yourself." Xiahou Ying's expression was cold. The eyes hidden beneath his helmet, as fierce as an eagle's, stared unblinkingly at Li Mu Yang. "It only makes things a little more troublesome. Once I kill you, the Myriad Spirit Seal will still be mine. No one can snatch it away. No one can take it from me."
"Powerful figures have gathered here today. What makes you think the