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Yuan Tian and Pang Heng rested without incident, ate some seafood, rested some more, then leisurely headed toward the Primordial Wilderness. Their destination was the Primordial Wilderness's landmark "building"—Mount Buzhou. But judging by their current state, it did not seem as though they had achieved any training at all. At least, Yuan Tian could not see it.
That day, as Yuan Tian and Pang Heng leisurely continued on their way, a mass of "black clouds" suddenly seemed to press down from ahead. Yuan Tian swept out with his Divine Sense: antlers like a deer's, a head like a camel's, a mouth like a donkey's, eyes like a turtle's, ears like an ox's, scales like a fish's, whiskers like shrimp's, a belly like a snake's, feet like an eagle's. Eh? Was that not the appearance of dragons? It seemed they were undoubtedly from the Dragon Clan. Thirteen dragons were rushing in their direction. What was this? A group tour? Or had the Dragon Clan already learned that Pang Heng was with him and come rushing over? Was the Dragon Clan's intelligence really so accurate, or was there simply no information in the Primordial Wilderness that could be concealed?
Before Yuan Tian could figure it out, those Dragon Clan members had already arrived beside them in the blink of an eye. They did not transform into human forms, appearing directly in their true dragon bodies. Even the shortest among them was over a hundred zhang long, while the longest was nearly a thousand zhang long, blocking almost the entire path ahead of Yuan Tian. No wonder they had seemed like black clouds pressing down on them earlier.
Seeing the Dragon Clan before him, Yuan Tian could not help carefully "observing" them. Though Yuan Tian knew the Primordial Wilderness had a Dragon Clan, he had never seen one before. He only knew what they looked like from his memories. This was the first time he had truly seen living dragons appear before his eyes. He had to seize this chance and take a good look. Looking cost nothing, so why not look?
"Hey, you wretched little brat, what are you staring at?" At last, one dragon could no longer endure Yuan Tian's gaze. That fellow's eyes were simply unbearable; they made his whole body shudder, as though he had encountered some perverted creature. He could not help roaring.
"Hmm?" Yuan Tian did not even realize the dragon was talking about him. How could the adjective "wretched" possibly be applied to him? There was no need to pay attention; he continued staring at the dragons.
"Hey, you! The one in the azure Daoist robe! You! I told you to stop staring, yet you keep staring! Look again and I'll kill you!" That dragon truly could not bear it anymore. This fellow actually dared to ignore him, so he boldly declared that he would take Yuan Tian out.
"Hmm?" Yuan Tian seemed to have finally reacted. The one in an azure Daoist robe—there seemed to be only him here. Could the dragon be talking about him? He could not help pointing at himself and asking the dragon, "You mean me?"
"Nonsense! If not you, then who? You wretched bastard." Good heavens, he had finally caught on. It was not easy.
"Wretched? Me? I'm wretched?" Was there some mistake? Me, wretched? Could the entire Primordial Wilderness even find another youth as fine as me? Wretched? How could that be possible? This bastard actually called me wretched. This is utterly intolerable! And he even wants to kill me. Why was I always the one getting hurt? With merely Taiyi Realm cultivation, could he kill me? I only took a look. Were all Dragon Clan members this arrogant? Even an aunt could endure this, but this uncle cannot!
"You brat, you dare speak to my boss like that? Are you looking to die?!" Before Yuan Tian could speak, Pang Heng at his side could no longer endure it. They actually dared speak of his boss that way. Insulting his boss was insulting him; insult him, and he would never let it go. Especially since he already had a grudge against the Dragon Clan. Now that his boss was present, he had to repay grievances with grievances and vengeance with vengeance, settle the old score with these Dragon Clan members, and put on a show of "the fox borrowing the tiger's might."
Seeing that Pang Heng had already spoken, Yuan Tian had no need to say anything further. But those Dragon Clan members could not endure it. After all, they were the Dragon Clan,
the noble Dragon Clan, one of the three great overlords of the Primordial Wilderness. It had always been the Dragon Clan bullying others. If we bullied you, you had to take the beating without striking back and endure the scolding without replying. But now, one of these two fellows had ignored them from the start, while the other actually dared talk back. If a true dragon did not show its might, did they think it was an earthworm? Today, they would certainly teach these two a proper lesson. "Eh, the aura of that fellow in armor feels familiar. It seems like I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't remember where. Sigh, this memory—am I getting old?" One of the dragons found Pang Heng familiar, but could not recall who he was. He could not help tilting his head in thought. This truly was a headache.
"Ah, I remember now." Only after Pang Heng spoke did that dragon finally remember who Pang Heng was.
"Old Eighth, what did you remember?" The dragon who had just said "I remember now" was the Dragon Clan Second Elder's son. He ranked eighth among his generation, so he was called Old Eighth.
"Brothers, I know who that armored fellow is. What a narrow road for enemies to meet. That fellow's true body is a crab. Before he underwent Transformation, I had a feud with him. The Dragon Clan issued a kill order against him, but every pursuit ended with him escaping through sheer luck. The last time, Fifth Brother personally made a move. Although he did not kill him, he seized his accompanying Spirit Treasure and injured him badly. I never expected this fellow to still be alive, much less to have undergone Transformation. No matter what, we cannot let him go this time." Old Eighth explained to his brothers.
"Hmph!" Pang Heng also noticed Old Eighth. He had not seen him at first, but now that he did, it was enemies meeting with eyes blazing red. "Good. So you dead loach are here too. Today, I will make sure you stay here."
Pang Heng's hatred for Old Eighth ran as deep as the sea. Before he had undergone Transformation, they had begun hunting him down, and they had even taken his accompanying Spirit Treasure. Whether or not Old Eighth himself had taken it, it had been the Dragon Clan all the same, and the matter had started because of him. It had nearly caused Pang Heng to perish during his Transformation. Now that he saw the chief culprit, how could his eyes not turn red?
"Oh? You dead crab, your guts have grown, haven't they? You actually dare act so arrogantly before me. Do you think undergoing Transformation gives you the right to be arrogant?" Dragon Eighth was displeased now. This fellow should have fled for his life the moment he saw him, yet he was still acting so arrogantly. Did he think that just because Dragon Eighth could not defeat him alone, he had the right to swagger about? Could he not see the dozen or so brothers beside Dragon Eighth? Yet he still dared act so arrogantly.
"Dead loach, if I do not kill you today, I will never be able to vent the hatred in my heart." Pang Heng refused to show weakness. Damn it, you have brothers, but do I not have a boss? Who was afraid of whom? Today, he would finish this bastard off.
"Fine. Today I'll see exactly what gives you the right to be so arrogant. Don't even think about escaping as luckily as before." Dragon Eighth likewise refused to yield. After all, he knew his own limits. He knew that alone, he could not defeat the dead crab before him. He was preparing to launch an all-out battle. After all, thirteen against one meant victory would definitely belong to his side. Poor protagonist—Dragon Eighth splendidly ignored him altogether, not even counting him as a person. Perhaps in Dragon Eighth's eyes, Yuan Tian simply would not dare oppose the Dragon Clan for Pang Heng's sake, so he splendidly ignored him.
The two sides continued their war of saliva. Without question, the atmosphere was far from friendly, and the conflict looked ready to erupt at the slightest touch. Yet Yuan Tian seemed rather eager to see it happen.
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