The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1241, Dragon Form

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“Pick your targets. Charge!”

Having long been ready, Murong Lie and the rest shouted with zeal, each after one dragon expert. The rest followed after them.

The elders gasped, “You didn’t explain to them who we are?”

“I did!”

The muscled guy shook his head, “It’s because of it they don’t fear us, wanting to fight us instead.”

“For crying out loud, what is wrong with them? These humans don’t even respect us. We’ll have to cull a hundred and make an example of them!”

Elder Bai Ling roared, letting his hand drop at the incoming Luo tide, with him taking the lead to charge, “Attack! These humans must’ve forgotten our might after so many years. Let them suffer for it!”

Draconic roars littered the sky as the two dozen dragon experts followed him into battle.

Boom!

The savage shockwave shook the space as it spread from the impact. The two dozen dragons were up against hundreds of Luo clansmen, with even the elders facing three or four Sword Kings.

This showed a clear contrast between the two races, with dragons tens of times stronger.

The shock, however, came for those prideful dragons.

[Divine Dragon Sweep!]

Elder Bai Long unleashed a mighty palm, an image of a hundreds of meters long draconic tail lashing out appeared behind, leaving spatial distortions in its wake.

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Decimating Lash!

Vaulting Dragon Cleave!

Sundering Lightning!

Murong Lie, Danqing Shen and Baili Yulei intervened with their Imperial Mark made of their sword arts. The dragon tail broke down into nothing.

Elder Bai Long shuddered back five steps and looked back in shock.

[It can’t be! Three peak human Emperors blocked my attack. They’re not your normal Emperors for sure!]

Elder Bai Long was grave, now understanding why these folk were so antagonistic. They were freaks!

The other side faltered five steps as well, looking at the elder with thrill and astonishment.

[That’s a dragon Saint for you.]

They could only fight him together. It didn’t matter though, for in a spar, one had to go all out to make the most of it.

This was the expert that could test their limits and unearth their potential for more.

The trio’s eyes burned with battlelust.

Hei Long and Chi Long met their own match, looking just as dark. As for the other twenty plus dragon Emperors, they had to contend with ‘normal’ Luo clan Emperors, tens of them each.

As the ardent fight went on, the proud dragons realized these humans weren’t normal. They doubted they could even beat them at this point.

The muscled guy who started it all sighed.

[What have we gotten ourselves into? This isn’t just some normal human gathering. Their power is beyond human, close to that of spiritual beasts.]

The three elders were beyond mere dragon Emperors, yet three to four humans could hold them back while other dragons couldn’t…

“Ancient experts!”

Elder Bai Long fought with Danqing Shen’s group a few more times and turned grave.

Hei Long and Chi Long nodded. The rest were dumbstruck, keeping away from their battles for now.

The muscled guy with ruined arms flashed to the elder’s side and asked, “Elder Bai Long, what is this about ancient experts?”

“In ancient times there were humans that could fight sacred beasts and dragons. Among them were the ten ancient Sovereigns, who could surpass even the five sacred beasts.”

Bai Long spoke, “All the cultivators under the ten Sovereigns had the power to fight us dragons. But after the bloody war, many perished. The strength of spiritual beasts and dragons is innate, we hadn’t changed, while humans lost their roots. That’s why humans today are weaker than spiritual beasts. Even if you take the strongest and loftiest of the Seven Sacred Mountains, they still can’t…”

Hei Long said, “They remind us of the fights with the ancient humans. It’ll be hard to beat them if we keep holding back. Dragons, assume your true form! We’re going all out!”

[Dragon form?]

The dragons gasped.

That was their true nature, meaning their power would be on another level.

They were strong to begin with in human form, handling other equal stage human cultivators with relative ease. They only went full dragon when they had no choice, uncaring of the shame of having their bodies harmed. They were just too prideful to admit that the weak humans were worthy of seeing their true form.

Since antiquity, around half a million years ago, the last time this happened was when the Seven Sacred Mountains came charging in. Now it was going to happen again today, when they weren’t even pushed back?

[Isn’t this overestimating them a little?]

“Elder Hei Long…”

“I don’t want to hear it. Since they have ancient expert strength, we’ll fight them for real!”

Hei Long’s eyes were firm, turning to the other elders, “They say ancient dragons fought with humans using their true bodies. What do you think?”

The others nodded, “Agreed!”

The elders jumped out of the fight and into the skies. With a roar, their bodies glowed white and soon revealed themselves as three huge red, white, and black dragons with unspeakable aura. Their tail swish sent cutting winds.

Under the fierce winds, the Luo clan town threatened to crumble.

“They’re now tens of times stronger!”

Danqing Shen gasped in shock, “Fellas, this looks bad. It’s no longer a spar now. Three of us aren’t enough to take even one.”

Murong Lie’s face twitched, sweat trickling down his brow, “Yeah, dragon Saints are no pushovers. We have to stop them somehow before they ruin the town. We just got a foothold on Sacred Domain but now it’s about to be destroyed.”

They all gave grave nods.

“You should be proud of forcing us into our true form, Luo clan, but now it’s over!”

The wounded muscled guy had a sinister grin of disdain, “We once faced a thousand Saints with a hundred true dragon Saints, destroying a mountain. While only the elders remain, with the two dozen dragon Emperors, you’re finished. A true dragon Emperor is enough to face your Saints, ha-ha-ha…”

The muscled guy roared and turned into a hundred meter long earth dragon. His two claws were wounded, but was still more than enough to handle the normal Luo Emperors.

Following his action, the rest of the dragons changed as well.

The sky was now filled with huge dragons, ready to unleash destruction upon the world.

Looking at the incoming apocalypse, the people’s hearts shank, their brows locked, and their breathing heavy.

“Leave the dragon Saints to me. Former Sword Kings like you should have no trouble dealing with the dragon Emperors, or there’d be no point in you being here.”

A lazy voice sounded as slow steps approached…