1743 Great Ancestor (1/2)

”Childe… Zhufeng… No! Don't go! You're no match for the enemy…” The Dragon Emperor called out after Chen Xiaobei, terrified and fearful on Chen Xiaobei's behalf.

Chen Xiaobei, however, had already left on his Giant Barbaric Tiger at Earth-God speed. It was too late to stop him.

”Where did you come from, you stupid boy? What makes you think you could fight me?” The vermillion dragon elite jeered mockingly. ”So what if you're riding on a Giant Barbaric Tiger? The green dragon will gradually disappear! My sword has the strength of a Three-star Earth-God! Killing you would be as easy as killing an ant!”

Without the Dragon Emperor's blood, the green dragon blade was growing dim and would shatter at any time.

The green dragon was also growing faint and fading gradually.

Like the vermillion dragon king said, once the image disappears, Chen Xiaobei would not be able to block the vermillion dragon's attack.

Even with the Giant Barbaric Tiger with him, Chen Xiaobei would still not be able to survive this fight.

To the vermillion dragon king, killing Chen Xiaobei was just the simple matter of brandishing his sword.

Zing!

The sharp vermillion dragon sword struck downwards with a substantial force!

”Roaaaar!!” The vermillion dragon roared, savage and vehement!

The giant beast, along with the sword, was coming down, hard and fast, towards Chen Xiaobei with the wrath of a Three-star Earth-God strength!

The Giant Barbaric Tiger would not be able to bear a force like that. Neither the Nightstalker Outfit nor the upgraded Ultimate Protective Puppet would too! Even if Chen Xiaobei were to use all of his trump cards, none of them would be up to the task!

Howbeit, Chen Xiaobei showed no signs of fear. The expression on his face was glassy and sangfroid as if everything was just fine.

”You're just a vermillion dragon. The audacity!” With his right hand, Chen Xiaobei ran the green dragon blade across his left index finger, making a small cut where a small drop of blood escaped.

Yes! Only one drop!

Then Chen Xiaobei quickly sealed the wound with his Ethereal Force to prevent any more blood from spilling.

”Hey, kid! Are you the clown that the Green Dragon tribe hired? You're going to use one drop of blood as a sacrifice for the sword? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard!” The vermillion dragon king laughed mockingly. ”I thought you were brave but it's only because you're off your trolley! Hahaha…”

Compared to a large amount of blood the Dragon Emperor and the vermillion dragon king had used, the little drop of blood Chen Xiaobei left on the green dragon's blade was insufficient, infinitesimal.

It was not only the vermillion dragon king who questioned Chen Xiaobei's action, but even the Dragon Emperor, Ling Qingfeng, and the other imperial family members were uncertain about it too. What the hell was Chen Xiaobei up to?

The Dragon Emperor, especially, regretted his decision. What spell was he under that made him loosen his grip on the green dragon sword and let Chen Xiaobei take it from him!

Now, not only was Chen Xiaobei going to die, but the green dragon sword will also fall into the hands of the enemy!

The Emperor shook his head in devastation – losing the green dragon sword meant the end of the Divine Dragon tribe!

In his heart, he had already become the miscreant; the failed wretch. Even in death, he would not have the dignity to face his generations of ancestors.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting, spine-chilling screech interrupted the Emperor's thoughts.