Black Dragon Laws

Mo Fei immediately understood who Telhorason meant.

There was only one princess in Dragonkind: Deathwing's daughter, Onyxia.

The other person had to be Onyxia's brother, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.

Though they were all Black Dragon Lords, the fact that those two were Deathwing's children gave them subtly different standing. Nefarian in particular often carried the smug superiority of someone whose father was that guy, constantly barking orders at the other Black Dragon Lords. Yet because of Deathwing, no one dared offend him. He was thoroughly detestable.

At the last gathering, he had even revealed his intention to take over as king of the Black Dragon Legion. However, the old fogeys in The Temple had not supported him much, so the matter had been dropped.

Mo Fei had always tried to avoid provoking Nefarian, but he did not care much now. Deathwing had not shown himself for a long time, and Mo Fei had advanced into an Ancient Black Dragon. He no longer needed to take that guy too seriously.

Speak of the devil.

As the two talked, a sinister voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Is someone badmouthing me behind my back?" Everyone turned and saw a man and a woman walk in.

The man was tall and handsome, with a crown formed of flames floating above his head. He looked quite imposing, but his deeply sunken eyes and dark red pupils gave him a gloomy air, as if he were a man of deep schemes. He was none other than the Black Dragon Prince, Nefarian.

The woman had fair skin, a beautiful face, long legs, a slender waist, and full, ample breasts. Her figure was outrageously good. She was the Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia.

Their entrance stirred up another commotion in the barrage.

[Wow, what a beauty!]

[The Black Dragon Princess! We finally get to see her in person. She's insanely hot.]

[This princess is way too pale. No, wait, this princess is way too huge.]

[You guys can have the Elven girls. Leave this one to me.]

[Brothers, seeing this has made up my mind. I'm going to become a Dragon Rider.]

[Fuck, I'm buying a gaming helmet on Pinduoduo right now! Nobody try to stop me.]

Onyxia truly was beautiful. Unlike Agnes's cool beauty, which people could simply admire, Onyxia radiated sensuality. Every smile and frown carried a seductive charm.

Yet no one present paid attention to Onyxia. Instead, they all looked at Nefarian. This fellow did not look very friendly right now.

Nefarian said, "Telhorason, why did you leave Howling Fjord and come back? Did you come all this way just to badmouth me behind my back? Heh heh, you really haven't improved at all."

The silver-haired little girl curiously looked at Nefarian, then at Telhorason. Telhorason's expression turned slightly awkward, and he found himself unable to save face.

"Watch your attitude, Nefarian. I am a Black Dragon Lord."

"Who isn't? But even among Black Dragon Lords, there are higher and lower ranks. If I remember correctly, you were chased down miserably by humans in the north, which was why you fled to that godforsaken place, Howling Fjord.

"What, have you found your courage again? You must have been scared out of your wits all the way back to the Obsidian Sanctum.

"Next time, don't bother making the trip. Whether you come or not, no one will care."

Telhorason immediately flew into a rage. You could insult a dragon, but you did not expose its shortcomings. Nefarian had gone too far.

"Shut up, you foolish reptile! If not for your father's sake, I would make you learn a lesson."

"Heh heh, is that the excuse you found for yourself? Don't worry. My father has not shown himself for a long time. If you truly are as confident as you claim, why not fight me right now?"

Agnes said, "I'm just saying, if you want to fight, take it outside."

"Fine, let's go. Come on, Telhorason. Don't let your daughter look down on you." With that, Nefarian walked straight outside.

Telhorason's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. Without another word, he followed.

The others hurried after them as well.

Once outside, the two almost simultaneously returned to their true forms. Two enormous Black Dragons, dozens of meters long, appeared out of thin air.

'Calamity of Howling Wind' Telhorason (Black Dragon Lord), Disaster Tier Rank 2, HP 74,500.

'King of Blackrock Spire' Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince), Disaster Tier Rank 5, HP 95,000.

The difference between them was obvious from their ranks and health alone. Nefarian specialized in Dragon Magic, while Telhorason focused on melee enhancement. A warrior having less health than a mage was quite a gap.

But no matter how great the difference in strength, he still had to fight. This was a matter of dignity.

Just as the two Black Dragons were about to go at it, Mo Fei transformed back into his true form as well.

Boom! The colossal beast's body made the ground tremble. The Ancient Black Dragon's appearance instantly stunned everyone. He was a full size larger than the other two, and the thickness and texture of his scales were completely different. Jagged, sharply defined extra scales rose along his spine, adding to his domineering presence. His aura utterly overwhelmed the two Disaster Tier Black Dragons.

'Death Shadow' Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon), World Boss Rank 1, HP.

A deep roar emerged from the Ancient Black Dragon's mouth.

"Enough, you two! This is the Obsidian Sanctum, the sacred ground of the Black Dragon clan, not a place for you to run wild and brawl!"

That roar plunged the entire area into silence. The other Black Dragon Lords were greatly shocked, their expressions somewhat complicated. Dragonkind was a society where strength reigned supreme. Back when everyone had been at the same rank, though there had been slight differences in strength, they had generally gotten along well enough.

Now their friend had suddenly risen to another level. The feeling was like watching a friend get promoted to manager while they remained ordinary office workers. It was hard to put into words.

Only Onyxia's eyes shone brightly as she watched.

Nefarian glared angrily at Murphys, who stood a head taller than him. He had not expected Murphys to have grown to such a level after only a few months apart.

He had originally wanted to use Telhorason to establish his authority and build momentum for taking over the Black Dragon Legion. Now, it seemed there was no chance of that.

Though he was very unhappy, he did not want to directly challenge an Ancient Black Dragon.

"Hmph. Telhorason, I'll let you off this time. Don't let me see you outside next time."

Telhorason knew full well that he was no match for him, but he could not lose in words.

"That's what I should be saying to you, Nefarian. For your father's sake, I'll let it go this time. Next time..."

The two Black Dragons returned to human form. Mo Fei swept his gaze over the crowd from above before transforming back into human form as well.

The barrage erupted again.

[Dragon Bro is awesome! Dragon Bro is badass!]

[Holy shit, an Ancient Black Dragon is just that domineering. That presence is incredible.]

[When you get bigger, even your voice gets louder.]

[Dragon Bro, when are you advancing into the Black Dragon King? When that happens, can I follow you and be your lackey? I don't need anything else. Just give me two Black Dragon girls, and I guarantee absolute loyalty.]

[What are you thinking? To become the Dragon King, he has to defeat Deathwing first. Dragon Bro still seems a bit weaker than Deathwing.]

[As expected, strength is what really matters. Even gangs talk with strength.]

[What gang? They're Dragonkind.]

[The society of black dragons. Black society for short. Nothing wrong with that.]

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