Peerless War God

"Who saved me?"    

This was Chen Xiao's last thought before he fainted.    

There were more Fog Demons in the deepest parts of the Howling Demon Abyss. There were at least hundreds of them crowded together, covering the entire sky. Even the smallest one was three times bigger than the Sheep-head Mist Demon from before, which was extremely horrifying.    

Beneath the mists was a huge black stone stele, nearly 3,000 meters tall. It emanated an ancient, dignified aura, and was covered with countless complex, profound, black tadpole-shaped incantations.    

Beneath the stone monument, a gigantic black shadow was being suppressed.    

This was a dragon head, a pure-blooded ancient True Dragon. Its cyan skin was covered in countless wrinkles, and the remnants of time could be seen on it. It was unknown just how many years it had been suppressed here.    

This green dragon that had been suppressed for countless years, had a very weak aura, and could die at any time. But at this time, it opened its golden eyes, and stared straight ahead with its huge dragon eyes.    

Just now, the golden beam of light that killed the Sheep-head Mist Demon with a single strike came from this pair of golden dragon eyes and saved Chen Xiao.    

In front of the incomparably large golden dragon's eye was a small, unremarkable black dot. If Chen Xiao was here, he would immediately recognize that it was his dragon.    

In front of the huge green dragon head, the dragon was about the size of a grain of dust, and it was being stared at by the golden dragon eye.    

"Do you care so much about that human?"    

The green dragon head transmitted with a buzzing sound, resounding within the little dragon's sea of consciousness. This sound was extremely weak and tired, it was reaching its limit.    

"Yes, if the ancestor doesn't save him, even if I die, I will never accept the inheritance." Xiao Long stubbornly said.    

When Chen Xiao fell to the bottom of the cliff, it was suddenly pulled out from the small world by a strange force, forcefully pulling Chen Xiao to the deepest part of the Howling Demon Abyss, which was in front of this dragon head.    

Xiao Long also understood what was going on. The one that was calling out from the bottom of his heart was this green dragon head. If this dragon head was suppressed here, it was most likely the Ancient Dragon Palace's Palace Master.    

Nervousness and fear rose in its heart, but when it came to Chen Xiao's life or death, it would not back down.    

"Bastard, our dragon race is a Xiantian lifeform that controls the world. When did we ever have to submit to a small human? Shame, shame, shame …"    

The green dragon became angry and roared angrily. The sound shook the little dragon until it felt a headache. It was in incomparable pain, but it quickly calmed down.    

"Ugh ~"    

A heavy sigh came from the mouth of the green dragon head.    

That was all in the past. From the moment it was suppressed here, the pride of the dragon race was long gone. All that was left was endless sadness and pain.    

After countless years of suppression, his pride and spirit had long been slowly eroded. Now, he was just an old dragon that was on the verge of dying from incomparable sorrow.    

Xiao Long seemed to have sensed something, but he still said, "Without him, I would have died a long time ago."    

"Forget it, forget it. Maybe you're right."    

The dragon head sighed. It was completely discouraged.    

After being suppressed here for countless of years, it had also called for help. In the end, only one person was able to walk in front of it. Other than this useless devil dragon, there was no other dragon, not even a sub-dragon.    

It had waited for this moment for too long. It could not wait any longer.    

It no longer had any other choices, it only had the little dragon in front of it.    

Thinking of this, the old dragon's gaze became much more kind and amiable.    

"Demon Dragon! It's also a dragon! It's also a dragon race! That's enough! That's enough! Haha!"    

As an old dragon that had personally experienced the ancient war, it was extremely clear about the origin of a Demon Dragon.    

Its expression was somewhat complicated, but in the end, it let out a heavy sigh. It was very tired, and time was running out.    

Xiao Long did not understand the old dragon's words and asked, "Ancestor, how did the ancient dragon palace perish? How did you end up trapped in this place? "    

It was the Infernal domain. At that time, our dragon race was in its prime, and we ruled the Celestial domain together with the demon race. Later on, the Infernal domain came, and a war between gods and devils began, and it was truly tragic. The heavens collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the dragon race perished.    

Old Dragon spoke slowly. Speaking of the past, his eyes were filled with pain and sorrow.    

"What happened next? What happened to the Ox Devil King?" Xiao Long curiously asked.    

"At that time, I tried my best to detonate my soul, hoping to perish together with the Ox Devil King. However, I was struck by his demonic weapon and was suppressed in this place. I did not die, so I guess that Ox Devil King would not have died so easily.    

"Then …"    

Xiaolong wanted to ask more, but was interrupted.    

"I don't have much time left. I will pass on my power and knowledge to you for the rest of my life. I hope that you can revive the dragon race and lead them to live on."    

Just as he finished speaking, from the old dragon's pair of huge golden dragon eyes, a golden stream of light flowed out and entered Xiaolong's body. This included all of the old dragon's remaining strength as well as memories for his entire life.    

The appearance of the golden light caused the Fog Demons in the sky to be extremely restless. They began to frantically swim about, and some of the Fog Demons even began to kill each other.    

However, none of the Fog Demons dared to approach.    

With the continuous infusion of the golden light into the dragon's body, its eyes glazed over as its entire body began to swell, its aura growing stronger and stronger.    

On the other hand, the old dragon's aura became weaker and weaker, and his eyes became dimmer and dimmer. His life force was constantly slipping away and dissipating.    

The old dragon's gaze was peaceful. To him, this was no doubt a form of relief.    

It had carried too much pressure and responsibility with it. Now that the inheritance of the Dragon Clan of the Endless Sea was still in its hands, it was enough to make it smile.    

This process was very fast and seemed to be very slow, and it was unknown how long it continued for.    

In the end, with a miserable cry from the old dragon, the inheritance was completed. The golden light completely dissipated, and the suppressed green dragon head began to crumble bit by bit. In the end, it turned into a pile of black ash and was completely annihilated.    

All of a sudden, the small dragon, which had been injected with a huge amount of power, slowly fell down from the sky and laid on the ground, falling into a deep sleep.    

A faint golden light enveloped its entire body, flickering, before it was gradually absorbed completely. In the end, it turned into a huge dark golden egg, quietly lying on the ground in the depths of the Howling Demon Abyss, not moving at all.    

On the other side, Chen Xiao felt like he was in a nightmare. He dreamt of Chen Xiao standing in the middle and being pulled crazily. He was in extreme pain.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]