"Heavenly Gods, save me-"
By the time Hong Wei's voice reached Dengzhou City, it was drowned out by the thunder, but Yi Shuyuan still heard it perfectly clearly.
Even Yi Shuyuan, a storyteller, felt a sense of absurdity. He could not help looking at Cao Yugao, whose face wore an indescribably strange expression.
"Sir, in all my years, I've never imagined anything like this."
Hui Mian's words perhaps echoed what many were thinking.
To Yi Shuyuan and the Heavenly Gods, it might have seemed absurd, but to Dragonkind, it was a humiliation that drove them wild with rage, a rage that threatened to tear them apart.
Watching that torrent dart through the Datong River, Jiang Lang, who was still locked in combat with the Heavenly Gods, erupted in a furious roar.
"Wretch-you are one of Dragonkind, yet you dare utter such treasonous words! Ten thousand deaths would not redeem your crime! Raaah-"
"Dragonkind should be protecting me! Why are you trying to kill me instead? I don't want to die!"
Hong Wei was so terrified that his liver and gall nearly burst, yet as he fled, he instinctively argued in his own defense.
Compared with when he had fought the demons and faced the Northern Mang Demon King within the Mountains and Rivers Realm, Jiang Lang's cultivation had improved considerably. His injuries had healed, he had gained new insights, and his position as Dragon King and the power of the water veins had further strengthened him.
Back in the Mountains and Rivers Realm, Jiang Lang had fought hard, but not with his life on the line. Now, hearing Hong Wei's words as he fled in panic, he was so furious that his dragon sinews trembled.
Boom-
The blue-black flood dragon bit down fiercely on the dragon pearl held in his