It doesn't matter what the lord is.

Why should people who suffer from poverty and cold be displaced, people who love each other miss each other, people who work hard be depressed, and people with ambitions be frustrated frequently?

Why do evil people get high positions, why do good people get punished? What about past lives? It is said that God rewards hard work, but how many people in this world can really break free from the shackles of fate and move forward? Humans are defined as an inferior race from birth. Who defined this inferiority? Who set the upper limit of the ten levels?

no one knows.

But now I, Qingyun, tell you. What is the upper limit of human beings? The upper limit of human beings is not here at all!

It's just that my fragile body can only withstand the realm below the tenth level, and it's just that it's difficult to go further with the shackles you imposed on me. It doesn't mean that I can't step into a higher realm at that moment and see a more distant scenery -

Alayya's eyes widened, her body was covered with goosebumps, her hair stood on end, and cold sweat dripped down her cheeks to the ground.

In front of her was a scene that no one dared to imagine or believe.

The sword split the hundreds of miles of dark clouds summoned by the giant dragon in half, forcibly opening up a sky curtain. The giant dragon on the path of the sword seemed to have stopped in time, and it remained motionless in the air.

After a moment's pause, dragon blood splattered.

No matter how high your realm is, it can still be broken with just one sword!

What invincible scale armor, it still means you'll be ripped apart!

Its claws were grabbing at the air angrily, and its wings were rising continuously. At that moment, its angry roar and vicious curse appeared in the minds of everyone in the royal capital.

What a pity, it's useless.

Alayya was a little afraid to look at Qingyun, but after her eyes wandered for a long time, she still looked in that direction carefully.

There, Qingyun lowered his hand, and the half bamboo in his hand broke into strands of fiber and turned into strands of fiber in the wind. After the bamboo disappeared, Qingyun raised his hand and looked at his palm. And his body also turned into sand and dust bit by bit, starting from his fingers.

Qingyun turned around and smiled at the queen.

Alayya turned her head to look at the queen and found that she was biting her lips tightly, her hands were clenched together, and a trace of blood was flowing out from between her fingers.

She smiled back at Qingyun.

Qingyun, one of the three people who were at the tenth level of the sword art and had been trapping the capital for twenty years, just turned into dust and disappeared in the air.

Perhaps the human body really couldn't bear such terrible power, or maybe he was punished for defying the will of heaven. Later, everyone knew that he was far from the tenth level when he swung the sword, but no one knew what height he had reached at that moment, or what kind of scenery he saw.

All I know is that the day he died was the day when the world was filled with light.

Half of that elusive sword energy was dispersed into the royal capital, and the other half was given to Alaiya.

Please give me a ride, my wind. Let me soar to the sky and realize my ambition.

74. I’m here to kill you

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- It's so cold.

The coldness seeped in through the cracks in the wall, penetrated into the thick cotton clothes, and stung the nerves.

——It’s pitch black.

There is no sun, no starry sky, no alternation of day and night, no light, and no shadow.

——I’m hungry.

It seemed like no one had brought me food and water for a long time. My throat felt like it was smoking and my stomach was rumbling. My mind couldn't help but imagine all those delicious foods. I took a deep breath, as if I could smell the aroma of the food.

——How long will it take?

I don’t know how long I have been here, and I don’t know how long this torment will last.

——The roar of a monster.

I don't know when it started, but the intermittent roar of the dragon came from outside the house, mixed with the panicked footsteps, the wailing of humans, and the sound of sharp teeth breaking through flesh. Every sound was terrifying, because this place was not safe, and I didn't know when I would be found.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a sharp gun. A bright light appeared on the door, and then the entire wooden door was split in two and collapsed to the ground. The light from outside shone in, and the little girl in the house instinctively shielded her eyes from the stinging light with her hands, hiding in the corner and shivering.

——They are coming.

These were the only words in the girl's mind at that moment.

"Hey~~ a living person."

A frivolous voice sounded, and a humanoid monster walked in step by step, approaching the girl hiding in the corner.

He reached out his hand, grabbed the girl's head without mercy, and forced her to look up at him.

Rather than calling it a hand, it would be more appropriate to call it a beast's claw. The boy had a pair of sharp horns on his forehead and his body was covered with green scales. His hands and feet were more like those of a monster than those of a human, with only four fingers and extremely sharp nails. As long as he exerted a little force, the girl's head would burst like a balloon.

He studied the girl's face for a while, then picked her up by the head and looked her up and down. Then he let go and threw her on the ground casually, saying:

"Not bad, worthy of being a slave."

As the boy spoke, he tore open her clothes. The girl instinctively tried to cover her exposed white skin, but the boy grabbed her wrist. He narrowed his golden eyes and said, as if he was saying something very common and well-known:

"From today on, you don't have to have any more sense of shame. Your entire value lies in serving me with your pampered body. Livestock should behave like livestock. Oh... I forgot to mention it. My name is Ofland, the most noble royal blood of the dragon clan. You should feel honored to be my pet. Go and look at the people below. They don't even qualify to be livestock. Being treated as food for my people who have come from afar is their fate."

Ofland grabbed the girl's slender wrist and dragged her to the edge of the cliff. The girl looked down the mountain, and all she saw was scarlet.

The bloody smell continued to gather towards the sky, rising like a bloody tornado.

The girl's stomach lurched when she thought about where the bloody red color that covered her vision came from.

Ofland said calmly:

"Until now, my people are still slaughtering the humans on this mountain. This action was ordered by the royal family of our dragon clan, and humans have been included in our cleanup list. From today on, we will take over the entire human territory. Killing and eating people will no longer be subject to any restrictions, but will be born as a new form of entertainment. What we need more are the resources in the human territory, not the humans themselves. More deaths will save us from being upset. I heard from the dead guards that you are a princess of the royal family, so letting you give birth to my offspring and engraving the word shame in their blood can also be considered as part of our conquest of humans. Come, tell me your name."

The girl clutched the clothes in front of her chest, tears falling on the snow, and whispered:

“…Lanna.”

"Lanna, huh? Although you are still very young, you should be a good seedling in the future. Now, I will grant you the emblem of a slave and brand your body with flames."

As he spoke, Ofland stretched out his hand, and his sharp fingertips slowly moved towards Lana's head.

Lana closed her eyes in pain. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Ofland pulled out a square piece of yellow silk from the torn clothes on Lana's chest with his sharp claws. He opened it and took a quick glance, and found that there was an embroidery of a handsome boy on it. He looked very young, but his smile was somewhat meaningful.

Ovlandt pinched Huang Ling with two fingers, and for the first time there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile:

"The one you like?"

Lana didn't answer.

Ofland tore the embroidery into pieces and threw them into the snow.

Lana stretched out her hand to pick it up, but in an instant the green claw stepped on her arm. Her whole face wrinkled in pain, and she bit her lips tightly, her fingers still grasping in vain not far from the fragments. Ovland smiled coldly and said:

"Don't be afraid, you will soon forget about him. I have conquered too many women, not just you humans, but also many from other races. We dragons believe in strength only. When we conquer a piece of alien land, we kill the males and leave the females for us to reproduce. Now it's your turn, and soon, you will also beg for mercy under me. No one will come to save you, and no one can come to save you, including him."

Lana stared at him, her lips trembling for a long time, and suddenly she mustered up the courage to say:

"I do not believe."

Ofland studied her face.

Lana said with red eyes:

"He said he liked me. He liked me for a long, long time."

Ovlandt laughed out loud, covering his face as if he had heard a great joke. He broke Lana's wrist bone without hesitation, then kicked her away from the fragments of the embroidery painting. Then he walked to her side again and said to Lana, who was lying on the ground and coughing non-stop:

"Like, what's the point of liking? Only inferior races like you like these things! We dragons never care about likes or dislikes. Relying on strength to conquer what we want is more important than anything else! Do you think he will come to save you? Forget about him. Have you ever seen anyone come here in such a long time?"

Ofland smiled with a malicious look, squatted down, and spoke word by word in front of Lana:

"You were abandoned by them like trash, little human princess."

The light in Lana's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Ovrant stood up and continued:

"The endless blood will tear a bigger hole in that damn formation, and this will become a springboard for our dragon clan to invade humans. There are only two paths before you, either die or become my pet... No, I have decided to give you only one path. From now on, I will not let you commit suicide, nor will I let anyone kill you. You can only choose to be under me, whether you accept this outcome or not. Give up, he doesn't dare to come, no one dares to come! Hundreds of flying dragons are watching here, you are crazy to come alone...!"

Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly a look of surprise in his eyes.

He stretched out two fingers and pressed them on his temple, as if he was communicating with the circling and roaring dragon. The sound waves entered his mind, and his divine thoughts also spread out, instantly sweeping across the entire Tianyue Mountain. After repeated conversations, Ofland turned around, smiled to himself, and said to Lana:

"Someone has come here, and has just reached the foot of the mountain. I heard it's a young boy, with delicate skin and tender flesh, who ran here alone. How is he, is he the person you are waiting for?"

Lana's eyes showed joy for a moment, but only for a moment.

Because the next moment, Ofland sat cross-legged on the snow and said to her:

"Come, guess how he will die? Will his belly be ripped open by sharp claws, or will his bones be crushed by sharp teeth? Or how about I have my people roast him over fire and give him to you to eat? I'm still very curious, what kind of mentality will you have when the time comes, chewing the fat and sweet meat of the person you like? Hahahaha... Don't make such an expression, it's not good. Wipe your tears."

Lana's lips trembled, and she shook her head like a rattle, saying in a crying voice:

"Don't...please..."

Ovrant stood up on his knees and laughed:

"You're compromising now? It's too late. My people just reported that the boy doesn't seem to have any cultivation level. While we're talking here, I think he's already dead. How pitiful! He can't even protect the woman he loves..."

The same words were not spoken.

At the foot of the mountain, a shrill howl reached the sky!

Recognizing that it was the roar that his own kind would make before dying, Ofland's eyes widened instantly and he placed two fingers on his temple again.

Soon, his face was full of disbelief, and he quickly gave the order:

"Kill him! All dragons, rush over there, don't let him leave alive!!"

The words were sent along with his divine thoughts to all the dragons circling Tianyue Mountain.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain.

A young man in a black and white robe stood in the snow, his clothes rustling in the wind.

He was carrying a lot of weapons: there were several spears and lances in the weapon box on his back, and at least six knives hanging on his waist.

And now, he was stepping on the corpses of three flying dragons. The surrounding sky and ground were filled with eager dragons, but none of them dared to approach. After all, for them, the scene that just happened was too fast. Before they could see clearly what happened, their companions had already lost their lives in an instant.

"Beasts..."

He slowly pulled the spear out of the skull of the nearest flying dragon, shook off the blood on it, and looked up at the other dragons roaring on the mountain.

When his gaze swept over them, every flying dragon felt an inexplicable chill.

They had only felt this kind of fear from the upper dragons before.

The Lord of Yuxi City, Lid, had a devilish smile on his face, not caring whether they could understand him or not, and said calmly:

"I'm here to kill you."

75. The era of the lower class rising up against the upper class has arrived

After Ofland's order was conveyed, dragon roars could be heard one after another in Tianyue Mountain.

In the heavy snow, flying dragons flapped their wings and gathered in one direction continuously.

On one side is a legion of hundreds of flying dragons that once slaughtered tens of thousands of people.

On one side is just a human being who couldn't be more ordinary.

If anyone were to judge the situation, they would probably declare the latter defeated without hesitation.

In other words, no one had ever expected anything from him. The royal family, the ministers, and the city lords had all strategically abandoned Tianyue Mountain the moment the incident happened. There was nothing important there anyway, just hundreds of thousands of lives.

Reed slowly tightened the spear in his hand and took half a step forward.

The next moment, the emerald green spear in his hand had pierced into the eyes of the flying dragon in front of him and pierced all the way into its brain. The killed flying dragon didn't even have time to react, and its body was thrown backwards by a huge momentum.

The huge body crashed into the snow, raising a cloud of snow mist.

The flying dragons then woke up from their dream and swooped down towards the lone human.

The moment the two dragons pounced, they fell to the ground like a plane that had malfunctioned. There was no trace of Lid on the snow. The two dragons stood up shakily, only to find that they had been cut from the neck to the belly, and hot blood was flowing. The wound on the left dragon had been burned by lightning, and the wound on the right dragon was covered with a strange black mist. Both sides could not heal.

Reed continued to walk forward and shook his wrists, and the blood from the two swords splashed in the air.

It doesn't matter if there are no expectations, he never needs anyone to have expectations of him.

It's not because you are expected to do it that you do it, but because you want to do it that you take the initiative to act.

As for the 300,000 disaster victims in Tianyue Mountain, Li De never really cared about them.