"We're finished. This time, we're truly finished."
"Even Emperor Caesar couldn't stop this human. Who else could possibly stand against him?"
"Could it be that Dragon God City will be destroyed by this hateful human today?!"
Seeing Emperor Caesar beaten to the ground, many Dragon-Men fell into utter despair. The invincible image deep within their hearts had crumbled, and their greatest pillar of support was gone.
If even the Dragon-Man Race's strongest emperor could not stop Xia Ping, then they were truly finished.
The expressions of the two Dragon-Man emperors were equally ugly. Even the dark space had failed to kill this human—just how powerful was he? Why had such a monstrous human appeared on the Dragon God Continent?!
They clenched their fists, already prepared to flee.
Because if Emperor Caesar was killed as well, no one in the Dragon-Man Race would be able to stop him. If they foolishly continued to oppose Xia Ping, perhaps every emperor of the Dragon-Man Race would die.
That would be when the Dragon-Man Race truly stepped onto the road to extinction. As emperors of the Dragon-Man Race, they bore the race's future on their shoulders and could not die so easily.
"Damn human, you forced my hand."
With a whoosh, Emperor Caesar sprang up from the ground. His eyes were savagely vicious as he stared fixedly at Xia Ping, his entire body radiating terrifying killing intent.
His body was wracked by unprecedented pain. A defeat like this was nothing less than humiliation—something he had never experienced in his life—and it made him burn with shame and rage.
At once, he reached out with a large hand and pulled out a crimson horn.
The horn's surface was covered in countless strange patterns, engraved with innumerable ancient runes. It seemed to contain dragon might, as