The system even took the trouble to count the Dragon Beasts for Chen Mu.
The total came to 43,567.
Without exception, every last one was enveloped by the Instant-Kill Domain.
"Lay down your weapons and surrender at once, and we may leave your corpses intact!" an elder mounted on a Dragon Beast declared haughtily.
Qin Wudi and Qin Hao remained silent, knowing they had no right to speak under these circumstances.
Their gazes settled on Chen Mu, waiting for him to take charge.
Chen Mu remained unmoved.
Ye Qingcheng followed her husband's lead.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Chen Mu and the others dare to ignore him, the elder raised his arm, then brought it down hard as he shouted, "Kill!!"
Upon receiving the command, the already berserk Dragon Beasts surged toward Chen Mu and the others from every direction like a tide, bearing towering killing intent.
They looked determined that either Chen Mu would die today, or they would live.
Yet the scene that unfolded next stunned everyone.
That included Ye Qingcheng, Qin Hao, and Qin Wudi.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Dragon bodies exploded in vast swathes. Within moments, blood mist filled their entire field of vision, so thick they could not see their hands before their faces.
Fortunately, aside from its heavy stench of blood, the mist had no other effect.
A torrential rain of blood fell over the entire Ten Thousand Dragon Valley, bean-sized drops of Dragon Blood streaming down in unbroken lines.
It forcibly dyed the whole valley a different color.
Had a cultivator with slightly weaker nerves faced that concentrated stench of blood, they would likely have vomited even their stomach fluids dry, choking too hard to speak.
From the perspective of the Dragon Clan members on the ground, the sky above resembled a