"No, no, no!!!"
Vester and the other Dragon-Man Kings stared so hard their eyes nearly split, almost coughing up blood. Twenty Dragon-Man Kings—twenty whole Dragon-Man Kings! Who knew how much time and how many resources the Dragon-Man Race had spent to nurture them?
Yet in an instant, they had been wiped out, leaving not even bones behind. This was a loss the Dragon-Man Race could not bear.
"Bastard human! I will not share the same sky with you! Until one of us dies, this will not end!"
A Dragon-Man King threw back his head and howled at the heavens, grief and fury overflowing as bloody tears streamed down his face.
"Damn it, the Dragon Horn has no effect on this human."
"That bastard knows spiritual attacks—they happen to be the bane of the Dragon Horn secret art."
"They were killed before they could even get close to that human's body. How are we supposed to fight this?"
"Damn it, how does this human know a spiritual secret art? Weren't people who knew such arts supposed to be rare?"
The Dragon-Man Kings gnashed their teeth and clenched their fists. They regretted it beyond measure. Had they known Xia Ping possessed a spiritual secret art, they never would have used such a technique.
Not only had they failed to kill him, they had lost twenty companions instead.
By now, they had lost a full thirty percent of their Dragon-Man Kings. Even when attacking human cities in the past, they had never suffered such heavy losses among their Kings.
"What do we do? Are we just going to watch this bastard do whatever he pleases?" A Dragon-Man King ground his teeth, glaring at Xia Ping with such hatred it had sunk into his bones.
But ordinary attacks were useless against this human King.