Shrugging, Lin Qi said calmly, "These past ten days have kept us run ragged. We broke into the Dragon Abyss, swept through a dragon territory, killed a batch of dragons and wyverns, seized a huge herd of drakes, and, while we were at it, sent the Dragon King of that territory off to meet their Dragon God. Going back and forth took a great deal of time. We've already done our best."
"Swept through a dragon territory?" Sanning stared at Lin Qi with his triangular eyes, his gaze locked tightly on him. "Lord Wan En Longshan, forgive my presumption. Killing three or five dragons—certainly, that is difficult, but not impossible. But sweeping through a dragon territory in the Dragon Abyss means facing the siege of at least several hundred dragons, each dozens of times stronger than humans of the same rank. We find your words difficult to believe!"
Lin Qi smiled mildly and casually tossed out an enormous dragon head.
The head of that flame dragon, still radiating scorching fire, nearly filled the entire council hall, which could hold a thousand people. Everyone was forced back again and again until their backs pressed tightly against the walls, where they finally halted in a sorry state.
They stared at the massive dragon head in terror. The dragon's might it gave off was stronger, purer, and more ancient than that of an ordinary dragon. This was the head of a Flame Dragon King. Lin Qi had not lied—they truly had swept through a dragon territory, or they could never have obtained the head of a Flame Dragon King.
Moreover, viscous dragon blood was still dripping from the severed neck. This head had been freshly cut off; it could not have been more than two days since its severing. The cut was smooth