Vaguely, the eight syllables transformed into eight Divine Ability Talismans, like musical notes. It was as though a Heavenly Dragon were roaring, its waves of sound penetrating every corner of Dragon Horn City.
Very soon, every Dragon-Man in Dragon Horn City heard that Heavenly Dragon's roar.
At once, they felt a fear that came from the depths of their souls, as if they had encountered a superior species. This was the innate suppression of bloodlines, like encountering the King who ruled over them.
These Dragon-Men possessed only a trace of dragon bloodline to begin with; they were simply incomparable to true dragons.
Therefore, once they encountered a giant dragon, none of them would even have the strength to resist.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Immediately, the weaker Dragon-Men throughout Dragon Horn City were directly knocked unconscious, collapsing to the ground with foam spilling from their mouths and their eyes rolling white as they completely passed out.
Even the several million elite soldiers could not withstand it and all fainted. Hardly any remained standing.
Even the Dragon-Man Kings felt their bodies swaying unsteadily, as though part of their strength had vanished. They trembled without stop, shivering in fear.
From the bottom of their hearts, they felt a thread of terror, as though they had been so frightened that they could only prostrate themselves on the ground.
Had they not advanced to the Divine Ability Realm and possessed exceptionally powerful divine senses, they likely would have followed in the footsteps of the other Dragon-Man soldiers, utterly powerless to resist.
"All right. Are you still relying on your numbers now?"
Xia Ping stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing indifferently at the many Dragon-Man Kings before him.
Although using the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds to knock out every Dragon-Man in the city consumed