A lovely figure flashed, and Red Moon's graceful, enchanting form appeared in the sky above the Lin Family's ruins. Barefoot, her jade-like skin reflected gorgeous hues, like the most beautiful treasure beneath the heavens.
She glanced at Long Mohe, an "oh" appearing on her face. "No wonder the scent felt a little familiar. So you're that old dragon's descendant. But your bloodline is far too thin—the taste is no good!"
Pfft!
At those words, everyone felt the urge to cough up blood.
Dragons were synonymous with power in any realm, and anyone capable of matching the dragon race in battle would be regarded as a warrior! Yet from Red Moon's words, she had clearly eaten so much dragon meat that she could judge its flavor by the thinness of its bloodline.
That was simply too shocking!
Lin Wubing's face twitched furiously. He had already inferred from the change in Long Mohe's expression that Red Moon was absolutely powerful, but powerful enough to put dragon meat on her menu? That was far beyond anything he could have imagined.
Long Mohe, too, could not help recalling Red Moon's infamous reputation. Back then, whenever she defeated a descendant of a divine beast, she would casually chop off a leg or snap off a wing for a snack!
It was said—only said—that even the Ancestral Dragon had once had a huge chunk of flesh gouged out!
If he could kill Red Moon, just how delighted would Lord Ancestral Dragon be? And the ancestor's delight represented endless cultivation resources!
How many hundreds of millions of years had passed since the Dragon Domain was founded? The dragon race was also the race most obsessed with collecting treasures in the world. After so many years, the dragons' treasury must have reached a figure suffocating to contemplate!
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