The dragon-kind was the strongest species in Pan Gu world.
Inheriting Saint Pan Gu's incomparably strong body, dragons had indestructible scales, sharp claws and teeth, sharp horns that could penetrate the sky, and strong breaths that could even stir rivers and oceans and shake stars.
Ever since the birth of the Dragon Race, in the Primordial Era and the Primordial Era, the Dragon Race did not respect the Heavens or the Earth. They were tyrannical and did whatever they wanted. The heaven couldn't control them, and saints couldn't do anything to them. Instead, they did whatever they wanted. Billions of creatures had been trembling in front of them, and countless living beings had been trembling in fear.
All this happened because they were strong enough, especially the dragon ancestor and the first batch of his sons. They were incredibly powerful, and no one in the world could restrain the dragon-kind.
At this very moment, Ao Hao and the eight-hundred pure-blood dragon warriors had been roaring thunderously in the sky, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Flying bear knights were sent flying away by a single touch, while Jia Clan warriors were killed. Eagle-headed, lion-bodied creatures fell from the sky one after another. Every single one of them had a broken body, and died without an intact body.
Along with Ao Hao's crazy laughter, the eight-hundred dragon warriors raised fierce gusts of wind with their heavy long spears and halberds, shredding flying bears one after another. Flying bear cavalrymen were sent flying away one after another. Their heavy shields were easily penetrated, and their armors were shredded like pieces of paper. Wherever Ao Hao and the eight-hundred dragon warriors reached, a rain of blood was raised. Corpses fell to the ground like a storm.
"Fight!" Ao Hao wielded the pair of enormous and heavy swords. Every single strike he launched quaked the space and raised a terrifying tornado. His eyes were glowing red as he roared in excitement, "Fight, kill, bleed, corpses... Human kids, you're still too weak, too weak... Compared to me, you're like chickens that just hatched out of their shells!"
Ao Hao laughed crazily, shaking the sky and the earth like thunder.
He was qualified enough to be proud. The cultivation system of 'Senior Magi' was created by Emperor Fuxi with reference to the cultivation methods of the strongest legendary creatures in Pan Gu world, and based on the strong blood flow in the bodies of the dragon-kind, with his supreme wisdom.
Generations after generations of humankind ancestors and emperors perfected the human meridians, by now, not even the Magi Palace had figured out the structure of every tiny meridian inside a human body. However, the dragon-kind were born with all meridians unobstructed, and their bodies were naturally strong.
In terms of physical strength, not even a peak-level Divine Magus could compare with any thousand-year-old dragon. Not to mention the fact that the scales of dragons had an incomparably great defensive power, tens, even hundreds of times greater than the defensive power of human Divine Magi. Ao Hao moved back and forth in midair, making large groups of Gong Sun Family elites vomit blood and fall to the ground. Surely, he was qualified to mock the entire humankind!
"Boys from You Xiong City, fight!" In the dense formation of flying bear cavalrymen, many Gong Sun Family commanders roared in rage. Countless long spears and spears straightened, lunging towards Ao Hao and the other dragon warriors from all directions along with shrill swishing noises.
Clangs echoed through the clouds. Countless fire sparks lit up on the bodies of Ao Hao and the other dragon warriors. Their thick and heavy scales fended against the long spears and long spears. The strongest attack launched by these flying bear cavalrymen only managed to penetrate the scales of the youngest dragon warrior among them, and barely hurt his skin.
"Hahaha, back in the ancient time, your human ancestors were as obedient as grandsons in front of my dragon ancestors... Now, you human beings have developed, but I, Ao Hao, still have to teach you a lesson — Human beings can never surpass the dragon-kind!" Ao Hao conveniently swung his sword and sent tens of cavalrymen flying away, then growled, "The dragon-kind will always be the masters of your humankind!"
Ao Hao's mouth was covered in white foam. He roared hoarsely, but he didn't go too far.
When facing the non-humankind army led by Jia Clan warriors, he launched a deadly attack. Not many non-humankind warriors who were sent flying away by him survived.
But facing the Gong Sun Family cavalrymen, he showed them some mercy, even though he cursed them viciously. At most, he injured these cavalrymen severely, but didn't kill them. These cavalrymen were all at the level of Magus Kings. Therefore, a slight injury wouldn't harm them at all.
Wherever Ao Hao reached, countless bodies were sent flying away. The flying cavalrymen had their bones broken, and they vomited blood. As for the other Jia Clan warriors, they were crushed, and some even exploded into a puff of blood mist.
A dense blood mist spread in the air, turning the sky faintly blood-red.
On the ground, Wu Bi laughed with a hissing voice, "Ancient dragon Ao Hao? Haha, you're right, your dragon-kind is strong indeed, but we human beings are all descendants of Pan Gu. We're not born with strong bodies, sharp claws, teeth, and scales, but we have brains that you dragons will never have! "
Abruptly, Wu Bi slapped himself hard on the face and said, "Eh, I was so angry that I lost my mind. We're not human beings now. We're the noble Original Devil Family! Tsk tsk, our intelligence is even more outstanding than that of the human race! "
Strands of dark mist surged out of Wu Bi and the Chu Wu Clan people behind him. Faintly, long dragon roars could be heard from the dark mist. The black gas squirmed rapidly and condensed into a string of strange, centipede-like runes in the air. Then, it quickly flew into the battlefield.
Long, wriggling spell symbols agilely attached to the weapons of the flying bear cavalrymen and Jia Clan warriors. Along with deep dragon cries, the edges of these weapons were gradually covered in a faint layer of dark mist, glowing with an evil dim light.
Holding these weapons, the flying bear cavalrymen and Jia Clan warriors felt that their blood boiled uncontrollably. Guided by a magical power, a strange, rotten power was generated from their bodies.
This weird energy, which had been emitting a faint rancid smell, flowed into their weapons through their arms. Then, they wielded these weapons and hacked fiercely on Ao Hao and those dragon warriors.
A puffing noise could be heard without an end. Ao Hao and the dragon warriors' thick scales were easily cut open, as if they were cutting watermelons with a sharp knife. The dimly glowing weapons hacked into their bodies, cut open their muscles, and left deep wounds on their strong bones.
Tens of dragon warriors even had their arms chopped off by flying bear cavalrymen and Jia Clan warriors. Large streams of dragon blood spurted out from their wounds, but the blood was faintly black, with a faint rancid smell coming from it.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? " Ao Hao was the focus of the flying bear cavalrymen. Within a moment, he suffered over a hundred strikes. His thirty-meters-tall body was covered in wounds, with blood gushing out uncontrollably.
Ao Hao was dumbfounded. In a panic, he looked at his warriors, who were also covered in wounds, stunned.
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