31: Chapter 31 Black Dragon Rule 31: Chapter 31 Black Dragon Rule Mo Fei imdiately understood whom Terhalansen was referring to.
Within the Dragon Race, there was only one who bore the title of Princess—Deathwing’s daughter, Onyxia.
The other person in question was undoubtedly Onyxia’s brother, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.
Although everyone was a Black Dragon Lord just the sa, due to these two being Deathwing’s offspring, they held a subtle difference in status and identity, especially Nefarian, who often displayed a sense of superiority with an air of “do you know who my father is?” He would frequently boss around the other Black Dragon Lords, yet because of his connection to Deathwing, no one dared to offend him, which was quite annoying.
During the last gathering, he even hinted at his desire to take over as king of the Black Dragon Legion.
However, the old fellows in the sanctuary didn’t support him much, so he dropped the idea.
Mo Fei usually tried not to provoke Nefarian.
But now, he wasn’t that concerned.
Deathwing had been absent for a long ti, and with his advancent to an Ancient Black Dragon, he didn’t need to take that guy too seriously anymore.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
While the two were conversing, a gloomy voice suddenly ca from outside the door, “Is anyone speaking ill of behind my back?” Everyone turned their heads to see a man and a woman walking in from outside.
The man was tall and handso, with a sharp face and a crown of flas floating above his head, exuding a commanding presence.
However, his deeply set eyes, coupled with his dark red pupils, made him look rather sinister, as if he were a person with many layers, indeed the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.
The woman was fair-skinned and lovely, with long legs, a slender waist, and a voluptuous chest.
Her figure was exaggeratedly perfect, none other than the Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia.
The entrance of the two caused a stir in the comnt stream.
[Wow, a beauty!]
[The Black Dragon Princess, finally seeing her in person, she’s smoking hot.]
[This princess is so pale, no wait, this princess is massive.]
[You guys can have the elf chick, leave this one for .]
[Brothers, after seeing this scene, I’ve made up my mind—I’m going to switch my class to Dragon Knight.]
[Damn it, I’m buying a Gaming Helt from Pinduoduo right now!
No one stop .]
Onyxia was indeed beautiful, and unlike Agnes’s cold beauty that made one purely admire her, Onyxia’s appearance was full of allure, her every frown and smile oozing with charm.
However, none of the people present paid attention to Onyxia; instead, their eyes were on Nefarian, whose expression at the mont was anything but friendly.
Nefarian: “Terhalansen, what are you doing back from Howling Fjord, slinking around to talk behind my back?
Hmm, you really haven’t made any progress.”
The silver-haired lolita curiously looked at Nefarian, then at Terhalansen, which made Terhalansen’s face slightly embarrassed, putting him in an awkward position.
“Watch your tone, Nefarian.
I am a Black Dragon Lord.”
“Who isn’t?
But even among Black Dragon Lords, there are levels of rank.
If I recall correctly, you were once miserably chased by humans in the north, which is why you ran to hide in that forsaken Howling Fjord.
What, got bold again?
The trip back to the Obsidian Sanctuary must have been scary enough for you.
Next ti, don’t bother with the effort; no one cares whether you co or not.”
At that mont, Terhalansen was furious.
It was fine to insult a dragon, but Nefarian had gone too far.
“Shut your mouth, you foolish reptile.
If it weren’t for your father, I would definitely teach you a lesson.”
“Hmm, is that the excuse you’ve concocted for yourself?
Don’t worry, my father hasn’t shown up for a long ti.
If you really are as confident as you say, then why not fight right now?”
Agnes: “I say, if you’re going to fight, it’d be better to go outside.”
“Let’s go, co on Terhalansen, don’t let your daughter look down on you.” Saying this, Nefarian walked out.
Terhalansen’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and without saying another word, he followed him out.
Everyone quickly followed suit once they saw what was happening.
Once outside, the two individuals almost simultaneously transford back into their original forms, with two gigantic black dragons, each several tens of ters long, appearing out of thin air.
‘Disaster of the Howling Wind’ Terhollensen (Black Dragon Lord), Disaster-class second rank, Health Points 74500.
‘King of Blackrock Spire’ Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince), Disaster-class fifth rank, Health Points 95000.
Just from the rank and health points alone, there was a huge discrepancy between the two.
It should be known that Nefarian’s specialty was Dragon Language magic, while Terhollensen was mainly enhanced for close combat—a warrior with even less health points than a mage, highlighting a significant disparity.
But regardless of the gap in strength, they had to fight.
After all, it was a matter of dignity.
Just as the two black dragons were about to clash, Mo Fei also transford back into his original form.
Boom!
The ground trembled under the weight of the colossal beast as the Ancient Black Dragon made its entrance, instantly commanding the attention of everyone present.
His size alone was a full circle bigger than the other two dragons, and the thickness and texture of his scales were on a completely different level.
The pronounced ridged dragon scales that rose along his spine added an aura of dominance, completely overpowering the two Disaster-class black dragons in terms of presence.
‘Death’s Shadow’ Morphis (Ancient Black Dragon), World BOSS first rank, Health Points 115000.
The Ancient Black Dragon let out a low, rumbling roar.
“Enough, you two.
This is the Obsidian Sanctuary, the holy land of the Black Dragon Clan.
It’s not a place for you to run wild and fight!”
With that roar, the area fell completely silent.
The other Black Dragon Lords were shocked, their expressions sowhat complex.
The Dragon Race society revered strength above all, and previously, everyone had been on the sa rank.
Despite slight differences in strength, they could generally get along amicably.
Now that their friend had ascended to a higher level, the feeling was akin to seeing a friend get promoted to manager, while one remained a re clerk—a complexity hard to put into words.
Only Onyxia watched with stars in her eyes.
Nefarian felt annoyed as he looked up at Morphis, who was now a head taller than him.
He hadn’t expected that in just a few months, Morphis would have grown so much.
He had wanted to use Terhollensen to set an example and build montum for taking over the Black Dragon Legion, but now it seed that was not going to happen.
Although irked, he had no wish to directly challenge an Ancient Black Dragon.
“Hmph, Terhollensen, I’ll let it slide this ti.
Next ti, don’t let see you outside.”
Knowing he was no match, Terhollensen couldn’t afford to appear weak in retort.
“That’s what I should be telling you, Nefarian.
Out of respect for your father, I’ll let it go this ti.
But next ti…”
The two black dragons both reverted to their human forms, and Mo Fei, looking down on them, scanned the crowd before he too transford back.
At this mont, the chat exploded with a flurry of ssages.
[Dragon Bro is mighty, Dragon Bro is aweso.]
[Damn, the Ancient Black Dragon is so domineering, that presence is too strong.]
[When your size is big, even your voice becos louder.]
[When will Dragon Bro ascend to Black Dragon King?
When that happens, I’ll join you as your underling—as long as I get a couple of black dragon sisters in return, I’ll be unwaveringly loyal.]
[What are you thinking about?
To beco the Dragon King, you first need to defeat Deathwing.
I feel like Dragon Bro still has a gap to bridge with Deathwing.]
[As expected, strength is the ultimate law; even the underworld is governed by strength.]
[What underworld?
They’re the Dragon Race.]
[The society of the black dragons, in short, the underworld.
No problem there.]
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