Silver Dragon

After walking for a short while, Bolan suddenly slapped his forehead and cried, "Oh no, I overlooked something." He then looked at Leibulus with a speechless expression. That helpless look left Leibulus equally speechless.

"Master, what kind of look is that?" Leibulus asked innocently.

"I'm wondering whether taking you as my magical pet was a mistake," Bolan said.

The moment he heard this, Leibulus was dumbfounded. Thinking that his newly acknowledged master no longer wanted him, he hurriedly asked, "Why would you think that, Master?" With a terrified expression, he inwardly complained, What's going on? Lord Leibulus is so wise and mighty, the most handsome among dragons. How could this stupid master think that way?!

Bolan picked his nose with his little finger and said disdainfully, "Other people's magical pets can carry their masters. Look at you—where do you look like you can carry someone? I still wanted to try being a Dragon Knight." As he spoke, he even rubbed the finger he had used to pick his nose against Leibulus's smooth scales with a look of disgust.

Indeed, with the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon's spikes extending from the top of its head all the way to the tip of its tail, it did not look rideable in any way.

Hearing such shameless words, Leibulus was so furious that he snorted two streams of white mist from his nostrils. It was already extremely rare for someone to tame a Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon, let alone want to ride one. After all, Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragons, which became peak Level 9 magical beasts upon adulthood, had always been magical pets coveted by high-level warriors and top-tier mages alike. Even Saint-level experts were no exception.

But this was the master he had acknowledged. Even if he had to follow him with tears in his eyes, he would have to keep going. With that thought, Leibulus sidled up to Bolan with a fawning expression and said, "Master, I know of a Silver Dragon nearby. Like me, it's a peak Level 8 magical beast. That fellow is incredibly arrogant. Just because it can fly, it used to bully your most loyal dragon servant quite a bit." Leibulus looked utterly ingratiating as he spoke.

Bolan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that, but he hesitated before saying, "That guy can fly, but neither of us can. If it wants to run, we won't be able to stop it at all."

"It's fine, Master. That fellow is even prouder than I am. As long as you make a wager with it, it definitely won't flee before the battle," Leibulus said. At that moment, he desperately wanted to beat his chest in assurance, but after looking at his claws, he decided against it.

"Alright, then let's go meet this proud Silver Dragon," Bolan said excitedly.

As Bolan and Leibulus continued toward the Silver Dragon, the Silver Dragon itself ran into serious trouble!

The magical beast known as the Silver Dragon was one of the top magical beasts capable of reaching Level 9 upon adulthood. It possessed a powerful body, a long yet thick neck, sharp teeth, a long tail, and a pair of enormous bat-like wings. Its entire body was covered in magnificent silver scales, making it appear exceptionally graceful beneath the sunlight. In terms of appearance, it truly surpassed Leibulus, a Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon, by more than a level!

This Silver Dragon was already over a hundred meters long and appeared to have reached adulthood. It was a genuine Level 9 dragon beast. Yet this Silver Dragon, whose winding body stretched over a hundred meters, looked rather bedraggled at the moment!

Just as Bolan and Leibulus were nearing the Silver Dragon's territory, a series of roars rang out from ahead. "Not good, someone's trying to beat us to it. Leibulus, pick up the pace." Upon hearing the commotion, Bolan immediately transformed into a dragon and sped toward the source of the noise.

In the direction of the sounds, two people were confronting a Silver Dragon that stretched nearly a hundred meters long. Opposite the Silver Dragon stood an old man clad in luxurious mage robes, facing it in midair. Below them was a rugged middle-aged man holding a heavy sword. Judging by the intensity of the battle qi around him, he was a genuine Level 9 warrior, while the old man confronting the Silver Dragon was a Level 9 Grand Magus.

The two had entered the Magical Beast Mountain Range this time in order to capture a high-level magical pet for the old man. When they arrived here, they happened to encounter the Silver Dragon, which had just successfully advanced. That was how the scene Bolan saw upon arriving came about.

"As expected of a Level 9 Silver Dragon, one of the two magical beasts known alongside the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon as the hardest to advance. If you hadn't only just advanced to Level 9, the two of us would have had no way to deal with you," the old man in the air said.

"Die or submit!" the old man shouted, and the Momentum around him began to turn sharp and fierce.

Hearing the old man's words, Bolan felt disdainful. A Level 9 Grand Magus and a Level 9 warrior who had advanced long ago still had not managed to take down the Silver Dragon after so long, yet all they could do was brag. He immediately began calculating whether he and the Silver Dragon could kill the two of them if they joined forces.

That was right. The instant he saw the Silver Dragon, Bolan had taken a liking to the big fellow. Wouldn't riding that thing make him look incredibly impressive?

After instructing the newly arrived Leibulus to hide first and wait for the right moment to strike, Bolan transformed into a dragon and stepped out.