Published: February 12, 2025
Zimu and the other three stopped because the Rebel Dragon Race they had been tracking also came to a halt.
Only at this moment did they clearly see the true appearance of this Rebel Dragon Race member.
Its enormous body displayed a beautiful silver-white hue, with smooth scales laid over its body, shimmering with a faint glow in the sunlight.
A pair of wings gently flapped, causing some dry leaves on the ground beneath it to whirl in the air. The elegant posture and its almost spotless body all testified to the luxurious life of this Rebel Dragon Race member.
This made the four of them tense and on guard, fearing that an adult traitor might suddenly leap out nearby. Right now, they were not its match.
Zimu gazed at the Rebel Dragon Race member with some intoxication, his desire for possession growing stronger. This was a rare body type, regarded as the finest among the mounts of the Dragon Race.
If he could have such an impressive battle beast, even when he arrived with the Musk Ke people, he would be looked upon with greater respect.
Zimu decided he would capture this creature no matter what.
"You all wait here and keep an eye on the surroundings. I'll handle it," Zimu said to his confidant and two guards.
The others remained in place, serving as a lookout for Zimu.
Zimu knew that the Rebel Dragon Race was an intelligent life form; even the wild ones could generally understand what the All Races of the Universe intended to convey. Those who had contact with the All Races of the Universe or had a relatively complete inheritance from their ancestors could even communicate using language.
However, Zimu didn’t want to communicate with the Rebel Dragon Race member in front of him; he simply wanted to conquer it, using the simplest, most direct, and brutal method to turn it into his battle beast.
Zimu had always believed that fear was a prerequisite for loyalty.
Taking a few steps forward and standing directly opposite the Rebel Dragon Race member, he slightly raised his head and looked into its eyes. Even if he intended to force the creature to submit with strength, before that, Zimu didn’t mind showing his toughness.
But what he received in return was the Rebel Dragon Race member suddenly opening its mouth to utter two words: "Idiot."
Clear and crisp, the words were spoken at a moderate pace, using very standard dark communication language.
In that instant, many thoughts appeared in Zimu's mind.
He didn’t feel angry or furious because of those two words; on the contrary, after processing their meaning, Zimu felt a fear of being set up.
A juvenile member of the Rebel Dragon Race quietly waited there, mocking him leisurely as he approached. What did this signify? It suggested that the Rebel Dragon Race was unafraid, at least from Zimu's perspective, a life form in a desperate situation shouldn’t exhibit such an attitude.
It should be afraid, pleading for mercy, or continuing to flee.
Zimu instinctively thought that the elder of this Rebel Dragon Race must be nearby. Of course, there was another possibility: this was a trap, a trap set for him by other races.
Because this Rebel Dragon Race member spoke in dark communication language, it might have been raised by other races since a young age.
He took a step back, instinctively wanting to distance himself from danger, but this seemed like a signal; a cold light shot out from the grass at his mid-height, heading straight for Zimu's heart.
Pao Bai had made a move!
The two men who aspired to be Isabella's husband finally encountered each other in this situation. The difference was one was mutually affectionate, while the other had heavy ulterior motives.
The other three immediately noticed the situation and were about to rush over to help, but one person stood in front of them.
Jie Su smiled and said to the three, "Your opponent is me, so don’t disturb the duel between rivals."
As he spoke, a formation disk fell to the ground, and with a gentle tap from Jie Su, the four of them were immediately trapped in a formation.