"How many dragons are there on the ninth floor?"
"Countless years ago, the Ancestral Dragon and his son, Herberlon, started a war. Herberlon led his descendants to fight against the Ancestral Dragon."
"Can the son beat the father?"
"So, the Herberlon lost and was destroyed by the Ancestral Dragon. Most of his descendants were exiled too."
"The Ancestral Dragon fought all his descendants alone? How many descendants did he have? "
"Back then, the Herberlon was the largest race in Hell apart from the seven demon kings. There were hundreds of millions of them."
"The Ancestral Dragon defeated all of them?"
"Actually, he didn't have to defeat all of them. He just had to defeat his son. Herberlon inherited most of the Ancestral Dragon's power and bloodline, but he was still the Ancestral Dragon's descendant. The Ancestral Dragon completely suppressed Herberlon in terms of bloodline. The other descendants were too weak compared to the Ancestral Dragon and didn't have the right to participate in the war at all. Although a few powerful grandchildren managed to participate, the result couldn't be changed. The Ancestral Dragon won and the Herberlon was completely exiled. The Herberlon on the ninth floor of the Tower of Trials was one of them."
"So, there are no more descendants of the Herberlon in Hell now?"
"Nowadays, most of the dragons in Hell are the descendants of another child of the Ancestral Gragon, the Ural Dragon. They are also known as the Ural Dragons. There are very few pure-blooded Haber Dragons left, but the war between the Haber Dragons and the Ancestral Gragon has nothing to do with the Ural Dragons. The Ural Dragons have no grudges or conflicts with the Ancestral Gragon and the Haber Dragons. Therefore, after the war, the Ural Dragons became the protectors of the remaining Haber Dragons, protecting them from being banished and allowing them to marry their descendants. Therefore, it doesn't matter if the Haber Dragons are the Ural Dragons or the Ural Dragons.
"Why did the father and son fight each other?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
Perhaps there were many examples of father and son fighting in Hell, but there was always a reason.
"It's simple. Strength, power, and bloodline. As long as the Ancestral Dragon exists, Herberlon will never be the ruler of the dragons. Ambition beats rationality, but power can't keep up with ambition," Xiao Shuai said calmly. "Even though Herberlon is the strongest son of the Ancestral Dragon, he can't defeat his father. Herberlon's failure is expected."
"The so-called banishment is to be locked in this training tower?"
"No, every level above the nine levels of the trial tower is a small world. The Haber Dragons' world on the ninth level is not small. They have some resources and can move around freely. The real banishment is far crueler than this. They are banished to the abyss, the void, or trapped in the chaos. They are bound and tortured by the distorted power. The ninth level of the trial tower is like heaven to them. They are bound by the rules that I set, and there are no more restrictions on them."
"In other words, no matter how many people I kill, no one will find trouble with me?"
"As long as you have the ability, you can hunt as you please."
Chen Zhao relaxed. Since the handsome guy said it was fine, he didn't have to worry about going overboard.
Moreover, he didn't have to worry about exterminating the Dragon Clan.
It seemed like the ninth floor was much bigger than he had imagined.
Based on what the handsome young man said, every floor above the ninth floor was a small world and also a prison.
I wonder what kind of criminals are locked up on the tenth floor. When can I go up there and take a look?
Even if he couldn't win, he would just die once.
Of course, the first thing was to improve his strength.
At night, Chen Zhao entered the River Map again.
Old Turtle was meditating like before. Chen Zhao didn't know that he had been meditating here for hundreds of years.
"Chen Zhao, who did you fight? Can someone beat you up like this in real life? "
"Three-headed dragon, pure-blooded western dragon," Chen Zhao said. "I came in to rest. Oh, Old Turtle, I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"I want to learn fire spells."
"Why do you want to learn fire spells?"
"Among the three dragons I fought today, one of them is a Silver Dragon. It can turn its body into indestructible ice. It's harder than the hardest metal I know. I can't even chew through it. If I meet it again, I'm not sure if I'll be able to do anything."
"So you want to learn fire spells to restrain that silver dragon?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Idiot," Old Turtle said directly. "Your personality determines your element," Old Turtle said directly. "What you need to learn is not fire spells, but to strengthen yourself. You need to defeat your opponent with what you're best at, and use what you're best at to break the ice."
"But I can't do it."
"Then train. Train what you're best at until you can do it," Old Turtle said. "Nothing is impossible."
"Are you sure it's possible?" Chen Zhao really didn't have much confidence.
"Why not?" Old Turtle said matter-of-factly. "Do you think you can beat a tiger in the past?"
With that, Old Turtle snapped his fingers.
Instantly, one of Old Turtle's clones appeared before Chen Zhao.
"Attack him. Do whatever you want."
The Old Turtle was many times more powerful than the three black dragons, even though it was only an avatar.
Chen Zhao couldn't even move the silver dragon, let alone Old Turtle.
Chen Zhao first used three days to recover. Then, he started attacking Old Turtle's clone.
However, even Chen Zhao's strongest attack was no different from scratching an itch for Old Turtle.
"You never had any hope from the start. How can an attack like this hurt me?"
"You sound like I can hurt you just because I have hope," Chen Zhao said, rolling his eyes.
"How do you know you can't? Maybe this clone is just a bit stronger than you? "
"Really?" Chen Zhao was instantly energized.
"Fake." Old Turtle also rolled his eyes. "This isn't a hot-blooded comic. Willpower is important, but you can't turn the tables in front of absolute power."
"You're denying my hard work." Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle, annoyed.
"So, my advice to you is to not rely on willpower to decide the outcome of a battle. What you need is absolute power. If you rely on winning every victory by the skin of your teeth, then you won't be far from death."
"What should I do?"
"Don't try to learn what you're not good at. What you're not good at will always be what you're not good at. What you need to do is strengthen what you're best at and then make it stronger."
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