In the past, Meng Hao had always waited for others to take the initiative in battle. But after coming to the Western Desert, things were different. He would be the first one out of the gate. And when he attacked… it was with the intent to kill!
His first attack was actually not levelled against any of the Dragoneers from the four other Tribes, but instead, toward Mo Zi.
Bear your teeth? Then you’re looking to die!
That was Meng Hao. If you attack, you must do so with decisiveness and killing intent.
He waved his sleeve, and immediately, Big Hairy howled as his body began to expand. The wolfpack next to him, as well as the Black Bat, all transformed into beams of light that shot toward Mo Zi and his neo-demon horde.
Meng Hao’s attack caught Mo Zi completely by surprise. He had never imagined that Meng Hao would be the first one to make a move, let alone against him. His plan all along had been to launch a sneak attack against Meng Hao during the thick of battle, so that he would have a good excuse in case anyone called him out on the matter.
Meng Hao’s attack had thus caught him completely unawares.
“Are you looking to die!?” he roared. Flood Dragons from the horde next to him roared and shot toward Meng Hao’s neo-demons. Off to the side, Mo Fang’s face filled with intense rage as he glared at Meng Hao. Then a cold smile twisted his face.
“You’re dead!” he said.
Rumbling sounds immediately rose up into the sky.
Meng Hao’s attack filled the other Dragoneer vassals with shock. Everyone outside of the golden shield also watched on, eyes flickering with astonishment.
“What’s going on with the Crow Scout Tribe…?”
“They have another turncoat? Don’t tell me that this guy is just like that guy from before, so powerful that he can beat everyone else?”
“No way! Dragoneer Tian Qi is too powerful, and could never be defeated by that guy.”
The shocked members of the other Tribes slowly looked over to the members of the Crow Scout Tribe. What they saw was the Crow Scout Tribe members in complete astonishment. This was especially true of the Greatfather and the Priest, whose expressions were very similar to their expressions during the first battle.
This prompted further discussions.
“Dammit, something’s wrong here. Look at their expressions!”
“The first time was understandable, but for the same thing to happen again means it has to be some kind of trick on their part!!”
“But…. What trick exactly is it? To kill each other first?”
As the discussion continued on the outside, inside the golden shield Mo Zi was laughing uproariously.
“Meng, you twerp, since you’re looking to die, don’t blame me for accommodating you. We’re both vassals of the same Tribe, but considering how you’re attacking me, you must be a double agent! In that case… I’m going to kill you even if you do try to forfeit!” Mo Zi had sent half of his Flood Dragons, as well as the two-headed Flood Dragon, charging forward in attack.
A huge boom resonated up into the sky. Big Hairy was a blinding white beam of light, filled with savagery. The Black Bat flickered forward. Its sharp teeth glinted, and the body of one of the Flood Dragons immediately shrivelled up. It died with a miserable shriek.
Mo Zi’s face immediately fell. He had predicted that Meng Hao would be strong, but he never imagined that the White Wolf and Black Bat would be so shocking. In fact, he almost couldn’t believe that this was the same bat that used to belong to him. In his recollection, its latent talent didn’t match up to the Flood Dragons, which was why he had eventually given it to his son to protect him.
How could he ever have imagined that under Meng Hao’s control, the Black Bat would exhibit such astonishing power!?
“Things are just beginning,” he then said with a cold laugh. “I’d originally planned to use this next trick on an outsider, but I guess you’ll do nicely.” With that, he slapped his bag of holding. Immediately, hundreds of howling Flood Dragons emerged, ten of whom were two-headed.
When the other Dragoneers saw the aura emanating from these Flood Dragons, it filled their faces with shock. Of course, those on the outside of the shield were even more surprised.
Meng Hao looked indifferently at the Flood Dragons and then said, “Wrong. Things aren’t beginning, they’re ending.”
His hand flashed an incantation gesture, and then pushed down onto his dantian region. Immediately, his Gold Core trembled as a roar emanated out from the ancient Flying Rain-Dragon Core.
In accompaniment with the roar, the illusory image of a three hundred meter long Flying Rain-Dragon appeared above his head. It had a long tail, wings with sharp tips, and blood-red eyes. Immediately, a shocking aura emanated out.
Even the golden shield began to ripple and distort. The surrounding Dragoneers stared in shock.
“That’s….”
“A level 11 neo-demon! Heavens, that’s… the illusory spirit projection of a level 11 neo-demon!!”
“Such pressure…. This guy… don’t tell me he’s a Grand Dragon