Eliminate Humanity's Tyranny; the World Belongs to the Beastfolk

This time, the Limit Dojo had landed in a world of trouble. After making an emergency landing in the desert, they were immediately spotted by the Tyrant Dragon King.

The Tyrant Dragon King was a crimson wyvern. When he soared through the sky, he looked like a blazing inferno. Every scale on his body had been tempered by time and was as hard as iron. Attacks from anyone below the War God level couldn't leave so much as a mark.

"Hmph. These humans treat us like beasts. Every time they come here, they slaughter us and enslave my people. I will never let them off lightly."

Hatred for humanity burned in his heart like an unquenchable fire. Humans—those creatures who fancied themselves the intelligent beings of the world—often entered their territory like conquerors, slaughtering and enslaving their kin, turning this paradise that had once belonged to them into a bloody battlefield. The Tyrant Dragon King had once watched his own people howl and struggle beneath humanity's iron heel, until they were reduced to dust. He swore to repay that hatred in blood.

When he learned that Martial Artists from the Limit Dojo had fallen into the desert, the Tyrant Dragon King showed no mercy to the humans who had come to hunt. He immediately summoned the two Beast Kings under his command: a mighty Rock-Armored Beast and a Wind Shadow Leopard of incredible speed. These were Beast King-level monsters, but they obeyed the Tyrant Dragon King. They swore to wipe out every last one of the invaders.

"Eliminate humanity's tyranny! The world belongs to the beastfolk!"

The Tyrant Dragon King roared. He meant to destroy every human in the world and give the beastfolk control of the entire planet. He circled overhead himself, a reaper's shadow hanging over the desert as he searched for signs of humans.

Even so, the Limit Dojo's Elite Squad showed impressive adaptability. The moment they encountered a Beast King, they split up and went into hiding. They waited for reinforcements while also making their way toward their destination on foot.

Being elite wasn't just about combat strength; it was also about adapting to adversity. If they had stood and fought, wouldn't they have suffered terrible losses against the beastfolk? By splitting up, they drew the Tyrant Dragon King's forces apart and managed to kill many of the beastfolk without suffering major losses themselves. It was the smart move—and proof that the Limit Dojo was an outstanding all-around organization. The elite really were something else.

As the Limit Dojo's crack unit, the Flying Man Squad knew that in this perilous desert, the smallest mistake could wipe out the entire team. So when faced with the Tyrant Dragon King's threat, they displayed superb tactical skill and survival instincts.

Captain You was a War God and utterly dependable. He had already killed a Lord-level Monster, securing a way for the others to survive.

"Haha! We'll carve out our own future and defend our dignity!"

Wang Tianba said excitedly from within the squad. He felt he'd made the right choice. Following Captain You was a lot more reliable than following Liu Yun.

Still, their situation remained extremely dangerous. The slightest mishap could plunge them into a fate from which there was no return.

He Lan, a young female Martial Artist in the squad, carried a bottle of perfume with her.

As they jumped across a dangerous stretch of terrain, the bottle fell. The glass shattered on impact, and a fresh yet powerful scent immediately filled the air, sharply contrasting with the stuffy atmosphere of the desert.

The unexpected fragrance was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, shattering the calm around them. The beastfolk had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and a bottle of perfume that lingered this long made it impossible for them to stay hidden.

The Tyrant Dragon King's sharp nose immediately picked up the strange scent. His eyes lit up as though he'd found his prey.

"Hmph. Think you can still escape?" the Tyrant Dragon King scoffed. His huge body wheeled around in midair, then dove toward the source of the scent with unstoppable force. His wings, like two enormous scythes, cut through the air and whipped up fierce gusts of wind.

The other members of the Flying Man Squad paled. They knew He Lan's accidental mistake had revealed the entire squad's location. With the Tyrant Dragon King bearing down on them, they had to act at once, or the consequences would be unthinkable.

As Captain You watched the Tyrant Dragon King approach, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but none seemed worth a damn. When his thoughts ran dry and his heart broke, all he could do was shout himself hoarse.

"Scatter and run! Whoever survives, don't forget to take care of one another's families!"

The others burst into tears when they heard him. This was a true farewell, a parting that would last forever. They'd hunted for half their lives, never imagining they'd end up killed by a woman's perfume.

"He Lan! If your old grandpa here survives, you and I are going to have words!"

Xiao Wu cursed her out. That bottle of perfume had turned into a deadly poison! He Lan hadn't just caused a split in the squad; she'd also brought a monster down on them.

"Waaah, I didn't mean to..."

He Lan ran after Captain You, crying as she went. But she simply couldn't keep up. Captain You had the best chance of saving himself, yet because he was helping He Lan, he had no choice but to face the Tyrant Dragon King head-on!

The Tyrant Dragon King roared and spat out an energy blast, sending it straight at Captain You. You Suowei had nowhere to dodge. Eyes wide, every muscle in his body tensed as he channeled all his strength into the shield in his hands, hoping to fend off this catastrophe with one last stand.

The energy ball was filled with devastating power, as dazzling and terrifying as a falling sun. With a thunderous boom, it struck You Suowei square in the chest and punched straight through him.

The energy ball exploded in the distance. The air seemed to catch fire, and the shock wave sent sand pouring down like a storm, blotting out the sky. Captain You fell, blood soaking his clothes as the flame of his life flickered on the verge of going out.

"Captain You!" the members of the Flying Man Squad cried out, their eyes filled with disbelief and grief. But the Tyrant Dragon King's strength was beyond question. He quickly set his sights on He Lan next. He intended to kill every human before him.

Yet just as all hope seemed lost, a familiar figure appeared beside He Lan like a ghost, pulled her into his arms, and dodged the Tyrant Dragon King's follow-up attack.

"He Lan, don't be afraid. I'm here." A low, steady voice spoke in her ear. It was Liu Yun. No one knew when he had arrived, but he'd rescued He Lan from the brink of death at an unbelievable speed.

The Tyrant Dragon King roared in fury. His wings beat the air, stirring up a sky full of sand as his enormous body circled overhead, his eyes flashing with anger and frustration. He hadn't expected anyone in this seemingly lifeless desert to thwart his attack so easily.

"Liu Yun, you really did come." Summoning the last of his strength, You Suowei looked toward Liu Yun. His eyes held both relief and regret. "Protect them. My mission... is yours now. We're sorry we wronged you." With that, he slowly closed his eyes. A War God had fallen.