Dole paid him no mind. A mere level seven—he released the Duling Bone Tower and smashed him to death in one blow.
Dole was feeling rather inflated now, and he had the capital to back it up.
Turning around, he entered the cave.
Old Black Dragon was still sprawled on the ground, utterly motionless. If not for his faint breathing, one might truly have thought the fellow was already dead.
Old Black Dragon was over a hundred meters long; his head alone stood taller than Dole. He was enormous—truly enormous. Standing before the dragon's head, Dole kicked it hard.
It was like kicking a rock, producing a tremendous bang, yet Old Black Dragon remained completely still.
Dole sighed. The old fellow had been hit hard.
He looked around and thought, I didn't pay attention last time. They say dragons love collecting glittering treasures, gems, high-level alchemical equipment—why doesn't this old black dragon have a single thing? There are only some magic crystals lying around.
There were, however, several medicinal herbs that depended heavily on dragon power, dragon blood, dragon dung, and dragon saliva to grow.
Beneath this place lay an enormous mineral vein, so it was only natural that Old Black Dragon had claimed it.
But he really was poor.
Dole glanced toward the entrance. Dragon Bat was standing there watching, staring longingly at Old Black Dragon. Dole sighed. "I don't want Old Black Dragon dead either. If he dies, the first thing he'll do upon waking is invade Albis Mountain. I'm not afraid of him now—I just don't want to make a host of enemies. Killing Old Black Dragon would mean offending Dragon Valley. So don't worry. I won't do anything else."
Dragon Bat's mouth twitched. "It's good that you know. Though Lord Black Dragon isn't well regarded in