Use people who spat on his goodwill as tools? Sorry, Chen Mu found them beneath him.
There was no need. He had not fallen so low that he needed to settle for the likes of them.
Press his warm face against their cold backsides just to preserve harmony and stability between the Dragon Clan and the Human Race?
Even if Chen Mu agreed to such a thing, the system would not.
First, he selected all the Dragon Clan elders and copied them all 999+ times.
[Copying...] [Copy successful!]
Since they insisted on throwing away a good life, fine. Chen Mu was willing to oblige them.
Once he confirmed that he had made a manual backup, Chen Mu selected all the Dragon Clan elders again.
Steal cultivation!
[Stealing...] [Theft successful!]
Kill!!
At the same time, Xiao Ying gave the elders the order to attack through his mind.
They had to end this swiftly. Every second they could save mattered; even one extra second might bring unimaginable, uncontrollable consequences.
"Kill!" the elders answered in unison.
They were just about to mobilize their spiritual qi when they suddenly realized that their bodies were plummeting.
"Wh-what is going on?"
"My cultivation? Why has my cultivation vanished? I can't sense a trace of spiritual qi!"
"I can't gather or condense qi! H-have I become a crippled dragon?"
"Damn it! What exactly did that brat do to us?"
They racked their brains but still could not understand how Chen Mu had done it.
They were utterly certain that their eyes had never left Chen Mu for even a moment.
They were convinced that he had done nothing except blink.
Then how had their cultivation disappeared?
Uncanny! Far too uncanny!
Thud! Thud! Thud...
Then, as they were about to hit the ground