Imprisonment-Not to Be Humiliated

It was not only Old Apothecary Sun who cried out in shock. The martial man surnamed Zhuang, the female talisman master surnamed Luo, and even Fang Shu all spoke the two words, "dragonkind."

So-called dragonkind naturally referred to living beings bearing the bloodline of flood dragons, or even true dragons.

Yet not every creature with a trace of such blood could be called dragonkind. At the very least, it had to possess some dragon-like traits, a sufficiently concentrated bloodline within its body, and intelligence rather than being a savage, foolish beast. Only then could it be called "dragonkind."

The rabbit demon before them had twin horns growing from its head, its flood-dragon traits unmistakable. It was exactly like the Dragon Rabbit described in the books—a genuine specimen of dragonkind.

Once fully grown, such a creature had a chance of successfully establishing its foundation ten, even a hundred times greater than that of ordinary Qi Refining immortals.

Yet when they saw this Dragon Rabbit, everyone—including Fang Shu—had shifting expressions. Though traces of covetousness and greed flashed through their eyes, there was even more wariness.

Old Apothecary Sun's expression was especially grim. "Protector Bai, you never said that the one you wanted to rescue was actually dragonkind!"

The martial man surnamed Zhuang looked livid as well. He said in a low voice, "For living dragonkind like this to be imprisoned here... it seems Protector Bai has led us straight into a massive pit!"

Fang Shu's expression changed as well.

He understood what the two men meant.

Flood dragons were among the foremost naturally powerful creatures between Heaven and Earth. More precious still, every part of them was a treasure—their hides, scales, armor, claws, fangs, even a flood dragon's piss was, to many demon beasts, an intelligence-awakening treasure comparable to Imperial Dew.

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