"Was what you said really true? The Dragon Pearl is no ordinary thing. Could it be that dragons truly exist in this world?"
Meng Zhao sounded doubtful, his gaze pressing down on Kong Scarface and the other man as he sought to verify whether their words were true.
Kong Scarface was not truly fearless of death. On the contrary, he valued life and death greatly; he simply had not understood Meng Zhao's capabilities before.
Now that he had truly witnessed Meng Zhao's terrifying nature, though the viciousness and ferocity about him had not dispersed, he still found himself three parts weaker when facing Meng Zhao.
He thought carefully for some time before suddenly saying,
"I don't know about this dragon vein business, but the matter of the Dragon Pearl should be real.
It is said that, long ago, there was a Flying Cold Waterfall on our Little Cold Mountain. Within Mysterious Abyss lived some enormous creature that had survived for who knew how many years. No one knew whether to call it a python, a flood dragon, or a dragon. If that legend is true, perhaps a Dragon Pearl truly lies hidden within its body!"
Meng Zhao nodded. Though spiritual qi and vital qi were nearly nonexistent in this world, it was not an apocalyptic age utterly devoid of supernatural power. The existence of martial arts and the legends of secret medicines were enough to prove that extraordinary beings might still exist.
True dragons were born sacred. If they really existed in this world, they had likely been weakened and worn away beyond recognition by the Heavenly Dao Will.
Flood dragon pythons, on the other hand, were not impossible. In fact, after many years of consuming great medicines from the mountains or devouring massive mountain beasts, they could gradually nurture