Peerless War God

Chen Xiao slowly mulled over this sentence in his heart. He really was quite heartless. This boss of the flood dragon people was truly a genuine merchant.    

Right now, the two strongest powers in the endless sea and the Dragon God Palace faced off against each other.    

If the battle really began, then it would sweep through the entire endless sea.    

Whether it was ordinary cultivators or the other Sea Tribes, they would all be affected.    

However, in the eyes of the dragon person's boss, the first thing he saw was business opportunity, not the life and death of his own kind, or perhaps the safety of the entire dragon clan.    

It seems that the Seafolk have such thoughts.    

It was no wonder that the Dragon Clan and Sea Clan, which had been dominating the Sea Region for a while, would retreat and be replaced by the humans who had come from behind. Now, they could only retreat to the sea area and live in peace.    

Chen Xiao kept shaking his head in his heart, but he didn't have the thought of continuing to communicate further.    

After chatting for a bit, Chen Xiao quickly walked out of the shop.    

Now that he had bought what he wanted, it was time to leave.    

He had already thought of a way. He would first go to the Affairs Hall and accept a mission that would allow him to leave the island. Afterwards, he would flee far away without anyone noticing.    

But when he was halfway to the Hall of Affairs,    

He was surprised to see that a squad of Flood Dragon Clan guards had quickly approached him.    

Chen Xiao's heart tightened. He still had some doubts that these guards were specifically looking for him?    

He was secretly on guard as he tried to remember.    

Ever since he came to this island, he hadn't done anything out of line. Besides teaching Mo Kuan a lesson.    

That didn't make sense, not to mention teaching Mo Kuan a lesson back then, he had purposely held back and didn't kill him.    

Even if Mo Kuan really harbored hatred in his heart, he wouldn't wait that long to take revenge on him right?    

He wanted to see what was going on. If anything was wrong, he would just leave.    

Chen Xiao stopped where he was. His eyes were calm as he looked at the few guards of the Flood Dragon clan.    

"Are you Mosu?"    

One of the guards said as the few Flood Dragons approached them.    

"Yes." Chen Xiao replied.    

"I just happen to be going to look for you. Come, come with us."    

Chen Xiao frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"    

"The clan's compulsory mission. This time, it's your turn."    

As this Flood Dragon Clan guard spoke, his eyes had a trace of sympathy in them.    

This surprised Chen Xiao a little. He was already about to leave, but such a mishap happened.    

In Mo Su's memories, there was indeed a compulsory mission.    

Mandatory tasks were tasks assigned directly by the clan. The missions that you had to carry out were usually rather dangerous and didn't have much reward.    

This kind of mission, obviously no fool would take the initiative to choose one. Thus, there was a rule to force a mission.    

Powerful Berserkers like Mo Su, who had been nurtured using a great amount of resources from their tribes, would be sent out to carry out missions every once in a while, in a few years or even in a few decades.    

Previously, Mo Su was a disciple of Mo He, and her talent was outstanding, so she didn't carry out any compulsory missions.    

Now that Mo He was dead, this compulsory mission naturally went to him.    

After Chen Xiao had sorted out all the clues, he felt a lot more at ease.    

"Alright, lead the way."    

As a result, under the lead of a guard of the Flood Dragon Clan, he was brought to the Affairs Hall and placed in a separate room.    

In this room, besides him, there were also 30 to 40 other Flood Dragon Clans.    

Most of them were at the Dao Emperor Realm. They had cultivation bases at the early, middle, or even late stages.    

This originally seemed like an ordinary compulsory mission, but after Chen Xiao recognized the identities of these Dragon Clan members, he suddenly had a different idea.    

Currently, out of the 34 in the room, half of them were actually old acquaintances of Mo Su.    

In other words, they were all once Mo He's subordinates or disciples.    

It looked like there was something out of the ordinary about this mission.    

He wanted to suppress and crowd out the survivors left behind by Mo He. His methods were truly vicious.    

It wasn't enough for Mo He to die. He still needed to thoroughly settle the score and thoroughly wipe out Mo He's former influence.    

In order to compete for the power gap left behind by Mo He's death, the higher ups of the Mojito Clan really didn't care for anything else.    

Otherwise, there was no way to explain that more than half of the dragon race was once Mo He's disciples.    

These elders could be considered to have left the last bit of face and did not make a move.    

Instead, he used this kind of dangerous compulsory mission to indirectly kill the Flood Dragons from the Mohe Sect.    

This way, he would have a chance of survival.    

It was obvious that Chen Xiao wasn't the only one to notice this.    

The faces of every Flood Dragon Clan member were ugly and gloomy.    

However, not a single one of the Flood Dragon Clan dared to resist, and they all issued an objection.    

Not to mention this compulsory mission, it was originally a duty that should be carried out by these Flood Dragon Clan warriors. Every single one of them couldn't escape, so there was no need to be unbalanced in their hearts.    

Moreover, according to the clan rules of the Mojiao Clan, if a Flood Dragon Clan resisted and refused to execute the rules, then the clan would immediately see them as traitors.    

They would be killed on the spot, and some would even implicate their relatives.    

Unless one was truly crazy or wanted to lose their life, no Flood Dragon Clan would go up against an entire race.    

Chen Xiao sneered. He found a corner seat and sat down.    

He did not have much interest in these things. In any case, he would find an opportunity to slip away after he left the Devil Flood Dragon Island.    

Time slowly passed. From time to time, there would be other martial artists from the Flood Dragon Clan that would gather here.    

Just like this, half a day passed. More than a hundred Flood Dragon Clan warriors had already gathered in this room.    

No one from the Flood Dragon Clan spoke. The atmosphere was clearly very depressing.    

At this time, several more dragon clan warriors were brought to this room. One of them was a tall and sturdy guy. After glancing around the room, he walked towards Chen Xiao.    

"Junior brother Mo Su, I didn't think that you would be here too, sigh!"    

Saying this, the tall and sturdy dragon warrior helplessly let out a heavy sigh.    

This tall and muscular dragon warrior's name was Mo Tao. In Mo Su's memory, he called him senior brother.    

He could be considered one of the disciples of the Mohe Sect who was relatively close to Mo Su. Back then, he had even guided him in his cultivation.    

Mo Tao was at the peak of the Dao Emperor level. He was just a little bit away from breaking through to the Sage realm.    

His potential and talent were slightly higher than Mo Su's. He was also sent to carry out this compulsory mission.    

"Senior brother Mo Tao."    

Chen Xiao replied lightly.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]