The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　A grayish-white light and shadow appeared, Xingmo emerged from the spirit world, and the hidden blade was retracted to his wrist.

　She raised her head and looked at the fierce battle above the sky.

　Qiuniu had already torn the black dragon into countless pieces. Those pieces were trying hard to piece together, but were separated by countless musical notes.

　The golden dragon's strong arm swept across the air, and a giant harp appeared, with colorful lights flashing on the strings.

　He played the harp, and the colorful notes crisscrossed among the broken pieces of flesh, crushing the constantly regenerating pieces of flesh bit by bit.

　"Om——"

　The next second, as Qiuniu suddenly raised a wave of musical notes, the Black Dragon Servant's body disintegrated into the most basic spiritual molecules, no longer having the ability to regenerate.

　"call----"

　The hurricane swept above the clouds, blowing away the dark clouds in the sky.

　Sunlight poured down from the sky, dissolving the black miasma on the ground, and the ominous aura disappeared.

　Scattered.

　Looking at the sunshine in the sky, Xing Mo murmured softly:

　"It seems that the stones I collected from Yuechen are no longer useful."

　"Keep it as a backup," Aurora whispered. "The Ancient Dragon Hunter was scared off, but we can't hide anymore."

　A giant dragon descended from the sky, its head hovering in front of Aurora, its golden vertical pupils staring into her blood-red eyes.

　"Aurora Havrgard," Qiuniu's voice was majestic and low. "It seems that you have given up hiding?"

　"This isn't a declaration of war," Aurora replied calmly. "Things are just getting complicated."

　"Agree."

　Qiuniu's body turned into golden light, quickly gathered into a human shape, and rose from the ground.

　A figure wearing a yellow robe and with an immortal look came over, took off his hood in front of Aurora, revealing golden vertical pupils.

　"I suppose it's no small matter for you to show up?"

　"This attack isn't limited to the Ancient Dragon Hunters," Aurora said. "The Black Dragon Society, the Reborn Dragon, and even your Danzhou Prefecture are probably involved."

　"You guys have to be included in this," Qiuniu said with a faint smile, "Are you not afraid of being implicated by the Holy Tree Cult joining in?"

　"Get used to it."

　Aurora stared directly at Qiuniu, her blood-red eyes gleaming brightly.

　"I assume you already knew about the traitorous identity of the Danzhou prefect?"

　"Of course." Qiuniu said leisurely.

　"You already knew about this attack?"

　"Of course, this is a fierce battle between dragons devouring each other."

　Qiuniu turned his head and looked at Vivian, who was lying on Alice's knees with her eyes closed.

　"Who knows? The young ice dragon has surprised me again," Qiuniu turned around. "Although Doreen Dubois is about to get what she wanted, at least... she has finally embarked on the path of the dragon, hasn't she?"

　"Is falling into madness the way of the dragon?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Crazy and extraordinary go hand in hand. I believe you are the most clear about this, golden full moon." Qiuniu nodded slightly to Xingmo, "Don't be surprised. Fate is inevitable since we are gathered here."

　He shook his sleeves and extended a pale hand towards Xingmo.

　"Don't offer your hands to my brothers and sisters," he said with a smile. "Among the nine sons, I may be the only one who has learned how to shake hands."

　Xing Mo sighed softly, then reached out and held the arm extended by the Dragon's eldest son.

　"Have you enjoyed working together?"

　She thought it was really weird to shake hands with an ancient dragon.

Chapter 403: Can Also Overturn the Boat (Part.10) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Zuo Shangtang was running desperately on the shallows. His shoes had fallen off at some point and his feet were covered in blood.

　It has been a long time since I ran away from the venue, but the screams still linger in my ears, like an unforgettable nightmare.

　Many people died.

　Those who were celebrating one second were killed the next.

　Blood dyed the podium red, and ice-blue vertical pupils stared at him again after so many years.

　Long spear.

　Zuo Shangtang didn't expect that it was another ice dragon that saved him. How ironic! He once ordered the fleet to fire and blow those ice dragons down from the sky.

　He still remembered the smell of the sea breeze that day. It was salty at first, and then it took on a fishy smell after the sea water turned red, as if the wind had been stained with scarlet after the death of those dragons.

　In a flash, the scarlet wind blew from his past, forcing him to run wildly on the shallows.

　This time, it was human blood.

　""

　After running for an unknown amount of time, Zuo Shangtang saw a sailboat anchored on the sea not far away.

　He gritted his teeth, gathered his strength, and ran towards the ship.

　At this time, a strong wind blew from the sea——

　"boom----"

　The huge waves instantly tore the sailboat apart, breaking it into pieces and swallowing it up.

　Then, a petite shadow emerged from the strong wind.

　That was Ruan Lili. There was a blue light flashing in her eyes. The wind lifted her body and made her float among the waves.

　The moment he met the roaring dragon's eyes, Zuo Shangtang's eyes widened and he fled in the opposite direction in panic.

　""

　Ruan Lili glared and waved her hand, and a howling gale knocked Zuo Shangtang to the ground.

　He struggled to get up when a gunshot was heard not far away:

　"Oh!"

　"Bang bang!"

　Two shots missed, and one hit Zhong's shoulder, causing Zuo Shangtang to scream.

　"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

　He struggled to turn over and saw an old man in butler's clothes walking towards him with a gun in hand.

　It’s Mr. Tea.

　"Sir, is it too late to escape now?"

　Mr. Cha walked up to Zuo Shangtang and kicked him, causing him to fall over.

　He pointed the gun at Zuo Shangtang's head and said calmly:

　"Okay, whatever you want to send out, call it out now."

　“I…I…” Zuo Shangtang gasped, “I will never tell you anything…Ahhhhhhhh!”

　Another shot hit the knee, and blood splattered.

　"I'm afraid you'll need to stay in bed for a while, Your Excellency," Mr. Tea said coldly. "The next shot will be your dick. Are you sure you want me to shoot? Or do you want to tell me now?"

　"Fuck you!" Zuo Shangtang cursed.

　"Oh!"

　"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

　Zuo Shangtang let out the most miserable cry in his life, tears gushing out crazily.

　His eyes were swollen, he covered his crotch and rolled over.

　Mr. Cha continued to look calmly at the man at his feet, the muzzle of his gun pointed at his heart:

　"This time, it's your life I'm going to take," the old man whispered, "You have one last chance, otherwise..."

　"call--"

　A sudden gust of cold wind blew over, and Mr. Cha subconsciously turned his head, just in time to see a black mist passing by quickly.

　"careful!"

　He stepped back suddenly, and a wall of wind appeared before his eyes, blocking several daggers flying out of the black fog.

　The black mist quickly swept away Zuo Shangtang's body and then dissipated.

　"Lao Cha! Are you okay?"

　Ruan Lili landed beside Mr. Cha and hurriedly checked his condition.

　"I'm fine," Mr. Cha shook his head. "It seems we are still a step too late."

　"Do you want to chase her?" Ruan Lili whispered.

　"No, that's Doreen DuBois," Mr. Tea shook his head. "We can't defeat her."

　"Damn it, he still got away..."

　Ruan Lili lowered her head, clenched her fists tightly, and looked a little lost.

　Mr. Cha patted Xiaolong's head gently and said softly:

　"I destroyed his lower body. He won't survive."

　"Hmph, is this a consolation?" Ruan Lili muttered.

　"This is a fact."

　The old man stretched out his hand towards Xiaolong. Xiaolong stared at him for a while, then held his hand.

　"Let's go, it's time to confess to our friends."

　On the cliff, black fog was swirling, and Zuo Shangtang fell to the ground, covering his crotch and screaming.

　"Stop barking."

　In the flash of black light, he felt the pain in his crotch disappear, and calmness suddenly surged into his mind.

　Zuo Shangtang raised his head and saw a woman with black hair and black eyes standing on the edge of a cliff, facing the sea.

　Her exposed arms were covered with densely packed black tattoos that slowly rotated on her skin, one ring after another.

　He immediately understood the identity of the visitor: Doreen Dubois, Lord of Whistling Fort and servant of the Black Dragon Society.

　"Doreen..."

　Zuo Shangtang struggled to get up, but found that even though the pain was gone, his legs were still painful.

　The wound did not disappear, but the unknown force disappeared.

　"Take me away..." he struggled.

　"Give me the thing." The woman held out her hand.

　"I don't have the energy to give it to you right now..." Zuo Shangtang smiled bitterly.

　The woman turned her head, her golden vertical pupils looking down at Zuo Shangtang, her charming and handsome face cold and ruthless.

　"Give me the stuff." she repeated.

　Zuo Shangtang sighed, reached his hand into the inside of his coat with difficulty, and pulled hard.

　He pulled out a small scroll, and with trembling hands he reached out and handed it to Doreen.

　Doreen grabbed the scroll, sniffed it, and murmured softly:

　"Is this the way the reborn dragon promised... to bring back the Dragon Lord?"

　"He told me this..." Zuo Shangtang lifted his forehead, "Look at my forehead... I kowtowed to him for ten minutes..."

　“No one cares how much humility you show him,” Doreen said coldly. “Your suffering stems from your indecision.”

　She looked at the embarrassed man, without a trace of pity on her face: