The surroundings fell silent.
No one had expected Dragon One to agree so readily to become Xiao Yun's mount. A mount—that was a status even lower than a subordinate's. To the Demon Race, it was simply humiliation.
Dragon One, you were a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, the strongest existence among the ten supreme divine beasts. Why not put up some resistance? You surrendered before the fight had even begun?
Old Zhao had lost back then, but at least he had become the number one general. You, on the other hand, would probably only be pulling carriages from now on.
Quite a few people immediately looked at Dragon One with contempt.
They had originally been looking forward to Dragon One proving his Dao and fighting Xiao Yun.
Though they knew Dragon One would surely die in the end, at least their trip would not have been in vain—they could have watched some excitement.
Who would have thought that Dragon One would surrender so quickly?
"Hmph!"
As if sensing the contempt in everyone's gazes, Dragon One snorted coldly and continued to undergo his tribulation.
It was not that Dragon One lacked courage. If Xiao Yun had merely been a Great Emperor, he would certainly have fought him. But Xiao Yun was a Heavenly Emperor. During his Great Emperor Tribulation, he had been able to kill Great Emperors with a casual gesture. What could Dragon One use to fight Xiao Yun?
That was not courage. That was courting death.
Dragon One was no fool. Better to live badly than die well; anything was better than becoming Orleans roast dragon.
"Those who understand the times are heroes. Dragon One... tsk tsk, he can bend and stretch. He must not be underestimated in the future," Liu Tiandu praised from nearby.
Qin Thirteen glanced at him. Wasn't