After the Poison Flood Dragon died, a wisp of pale cyan venom seeped from its body.
This was Poison Dragon Saliva, the essence of the Poison Flood Dragon, worth a fortune.
"This Poison Flood Dragon has reached the peak of the Fifth Rank. If I devour it, my strength can rise by another great deal." Lin Taichu licked his lips, his eyes filled with desire.
However, he did not act rashly. He carefully examined the Poison Flood Dragon and confirmed that it posed no further threat before removing its venom sac, intending to store the Poison Dragon Saliva inside.
Just then, a burst of noisy commotion came from afar, accompanied by powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Lin Taichu frowned slightly, then snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"Who goes there? Stop!" A voice filled with killing intent suddenly came from behind him.
Lin Taichu spun around and saw several burly men rapidly chasing after him.
All of them wore silver armor, held long spears, and rode tall horses. Their bearing was extraordinary.
Lin Taichu raised a brow and stopped.
A man in a silver helmet approached first, holding a Wolf Fang Club that gleamed with a chilling light.
The others gathered around as well, glaring at Lin Taichu like tigers eyeing prey, their expressions unfriendly.
"You trespassed into a forbidden area and even dared attack my master. You're simply courting death." The silver-helmeted man barked coldly, a trace of disdain in his eyes. "Do you know who my master is?"
Lin Taichu swept a cold glance over them and asked, "Who is your master?"
At those words, the silver-helmeted man narrowed his eyes, killing intent flashing within them.
How could their master's name be casually spoken of by others?
"My master is the Ninth Young Master of the imperial clan!"