The figures in black and red robes conversed casually, seemingly having forgotten the presence of Rodriguez and Austin entirely. Perhaps, in the eyes of beings on their level, the two were no more significant than ants. "Ironback Silver Tiger?

That was merely something I encountered on my last outing. Since the demon cores of the Ironback Silver Tigers have a calming effect, I simply killed them off. I remember there was a small one, barely born, and I spared its life!" the red-robed man stated blandly.

Chen Feng’s mind jolted upon hearing this. Could it be... this person was Little Tiger’s enemy?

Then realization dawned: who else, save for a Divine Beast, could so easily slay two Ironback Silver Tigers single-handedly? He swiftly contacted Little Tiger through their bond. Given the current situation where the red-robed man was injured, this was the perfect moment for revenge.

The black-robed man roared, "Nonsense! How could such a coincidence exist? The demon cores of the two Ironback Silver Tigers you casually slaughtered contained the Dragon God's Blessing!" "The Dragon God's Blessing?

Are you jesting with me?" The red-robed man did not back down. "Although I don't fully grasp the customs of you scaly reptiles, I know for a fact that the Dragon God's Blessing is bestowed only upon the Dragon God's guardians! Has your Dragon God sunk so low as to use mere demonic beasts as guardians?" "You're the one talking nonsense!

The Dragon God's might is supreme! Per—perhaps this Ironback Silver Tiger was fortunate enough to be favored by the Dragon God..." At this point, the black-robed man seemed to find his own explanation unconvincing, stuttering a few times before falling silent. Although the black-robed man possessed immense strength, his speech carried the cadence of a ruffian, punctuated by curses.

He was clearly a man of volatile temperament. It made sense, though; if he weren't hot-tempered, why would he rush into a Qilin's territory and engage in a fierce battle for six days and nights without inquiry, resulting in mutual crippling injuries? Both were heavily wounded.

As their emotions flared, a flush appeared on their faces, and blood slowly began to drip from the corner of the red-robed man’s mouth. "Cough, cough..." The red-robed man wiped the blood from his lips. "Wake up!

The Gods of the Four Divine Beasts vanished simultaneously ten thousand years ago. They are likely long gone. Does your Dragon Clan still cling to the hope of a miracle?

The Dragon God descending? Bah! That’s just a lie to fool idiots like you!" The black-robed man seemed to realize something, but immediately, conviction replaced doubt.

"Ten thousand years. The Dragon Clan's greatest ongoing mission is to find the Dragon God! I believe, with the Dragon God's supreme power, he surely cannot be dead!" The red-robed man shook his head and said no more, closing his eyes as if awaiting the peace before death.

After a few minutes, he suddenly snapped his eyes open and roared, "Damn it! I didn't expect these despicable lowlifes to choose this precise moment!" The black-robed man seemed to sense something too, his face contorting into a deeply strange expression. Before the words fully left his mouth, neat footsteps echoed from the far side of the lake, and soon, a group of more than a dozen people approached with measured steps.

The person leading them wore a light gray magic robe, while those following were clad uniformly in heavy armor—by their attire, they were Dragon Knights of the Pterodactyl Knights. "My noble Dragon Lord, Lord Luo Bo!" The magician bowed deeply, but the tone and action betrayed an undeniable sense of gloating satisfaction. The black-robed man snorted angrily, "Why have you shown up now, you brat?" The magician replied, "Of course, to assist my noble Dragon Lord!" Lord Luo Bo, the black-robed man, roared in fury, "Get lost!

Didn't I tell you not to bother me?" The magician chuckled, "Heh heh, my Lord Dragon, no need to get angry. I've brought you something wonderful; I guarantee you'll find it quite pleasing once you see it!" With a gesture, one of the Dragon Knights behind him stepped forward, holding a long, narrow square box. When the box was opened, it revealed an ancient-looking spike, densely embroidered with strange patterns.

"Dragon Thorn!" Luo Bo gasped in shock, then his mind connected the dots. "You don't mean..." The defense of a Dragon is considered the pinnacle among all beasts. For example, if a Dragon stood still, even a person wielding a blade would be unable to cause the slightest injury; dragon scales are tougher than the vast majority of metals in the world.

However, everything has a counter: although dragon scales are incredibly hard, they fear the thorns of a specific plant known as the Reverse Dragon Tree. This tree resembles a vine and cannot stand on its own, requiring attachment to rock faces or tall vegetation. Yet, these seemingly soft vines bear spines covered in specialized markings, known as Dragon Thorns.

These thorns are not strong when struck against metal, but against any material, no matter how robust the dragon scale, they render it soft and utterly vulnerable! But such an item is exceedingly rare and serves no purpose other than neutralizing Dragons. Furthermore, every Dragon possesses formidable power; how could any allow such a thing to strike them even once at close range?

Thus, it was a fundamentally useless item, but in the moment Luo Bo and the red-robed man were both crippled and unable to move, it transformed into a supreme tool for Dragon slaying. "That’s right! I intend to kill you!" The magician seized the Dragon Thorn and let out a chilling laugh.

"From the very first day you captured me, I have been planning this. But your power was too overwhelming; even standing still, I doubt my utmost effort could wound you in the slightest! So, I remembered the Divine Qilin beast here!" He then glanced at the red-robed man.

"I knew that if you two fought, you would inevitably end up both severely wounded! Haha, I was right!" Hearing this, Chen Feng suddenly understood the entire scheme. It seemed this Dragon Lord Luo Bo had somehow captured the gray-robed magician sometime in the past.

This individual, knowing Luo Bo sought the Dragon God, told him that the Divine Qilin knew the whereabouts of the Dragon God. Luo Bo, being naturally rough, was easily deceived by the magician and consequently came to the Nine Nether Canyon, where a misunderstanding led to a six-day, six-night battle with the Qilin. In fact, Chen Feng's conjecture was not only correct but remarkably precise.

This was precisely the case: the gray-robed magician exploited the arrogance inherent in both Divine Beasts to instigate their conflict, allowing him to reap the rewards as the fisherman. The red-robed man, too, grasped the whole sequence of events and stared at Luo Bo. "I never imagined we'd be schemed against by mere, lowly humans!

Heh, so this is the intelligence level of you scaly reptiles!" Knowing death was imminent, even a Divine Beast held onto its dignity; arguing with a mere human felt utterly humiliating. Luo Bo's face cycled through red and black; he felt a profound sense of shame. In his mind, perhaps dying was acceptable, but being mocked by his adversary was an incomparably painful experience.

Nevertheless, the fault lay entirely with him, and for a moment, he was consumed by deep embarrassment. Seeing Luo Bo's arrogant expression falter, the gray-robed man laughed out loud again in triumph. After his laughter subsided, he addressed the Dragon Knights behind him.

"How many treasures might one acquire from killing a Dragon and a Qilin!" Dragon horns are the finest material for transferring energy, capable of being forged into magic staves; dragon scales can be made into armor granting immunity to magic up to the fifth level; the golden scales of a Qilin, if made into gauntlets, can amplify Dou Qi power... It could be said that every part of a Dragon or a Qilin was a treasure. When the magician mentioned this, the eyes of the Dragon Knights immediately shone with intense, greedy light.

The magician hadn't brought these Dragon Knights out of generosity; he intended to use them as cannon fodder! While both were wounded, their opponents were still Divine Beasts. A final death throe could easily reduce someone of his level to ash!

Therefore, he brought these men to first exhaust the vitality of the two Divine Beasts. If they succeeded in killing them, he naturally intended to step in and reclaim the spoils! Luo Bo understood his intent perfectly.

Realizing he had been exploited by this low-caste human due to a moment's carelessness, rage boiled up within him. He snarled fiercely, "You want me dead? Then you'll have to pay with your life!" His eyes rounded, and suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from him!