Chapter 209: Chapter 204: You Want to Leave? Chapter 209: Chapter 204: You Want to Leave? “Get lost!” Muria glanced at the three Soul Intent werewolves, “Considering that you didn’t abandon this dragon, I’ll spare your lives.”

“…” The three Soul Intent werewolves remained silent, unresponsive, their bodies immobile, showing no sign of retreat.

Below, the werewolf was still trying to touch the Demon Purge Sword, but the sword itself has its own spirit. The sword vibrated softly, and the thunder and flames erupting from it were fervent, causing the skeletonlike paw of the werewolf to begin to collapse. It would not allow anyone other than Muria to grasp its hilt, not in the slightest.

“It seems like you still need a lesson!” Muria sighed lightly, his body radiating with spirit light as his massive dragon body quickly shrank and transformed into a black-haired, golden-eyed human boy standing only one and a half meters tall.

“However, I won’t bully you!” Muria, now in human form, reached out and grasped a large halberd appeared in his hand, wound with wind and lightning, burning with the Golden Dragon Flame and its shaft as black as pitch, adorned with gilded halberd blade. This was Muria’s very first Exclusive Weapon—the Prison Suppression Halberd.

“You only need to take one hit from me.”

“If we withstand your attack, will you let us take Red Dragon Otlis away?” One Soul Intent Werewolf looked at the battle halberd in Muria’s hand with apprehension, asking in a deep voice.

“You can, provided you survive.” Muria smiled, then his petite figure in comparison to the over four-meter-tall werewolf, instantly disappeared from his original spot.

Next, Muria’s figure appeared over a Soul Intent Werewolf who was on his guard, and with a single-handed grip on the halberd, he striked down unimpeded, chopping off the werewolf’s paw armored with its forearm as easily as slicing through butter.

Subsequently, the crescent-shaped halberd blade plunged into the werewolf’s right shoulder, slashing diagonally out from its left abdomen, with black and red tainted blood spewing into the sky. The werewolf’s body was cleaved into two by Muria’s halberd strike and fell from the air.

“Too weak.” Muria disappeared once again. Then, two screams rose one after the other. The three Soul Intent Werewolves could not resist, and were disabled without even touching Muria. They lay on the ground, wailing and gasping for breath.

Even in human form, Muria’s physical prowess remained superior to these werewolves, and coupled with the Prison Suppression halberd crafted from Legendary Metal, capable of cutting through almost anything, none of these werewolves could withstand a single strike from Muria.

“You should also lie down for a while.” Muria rushed onto the back of the Red Dragon Otlis, and delivered a kick to the lower jaw of the werewolf whose claws were about to explode from being scorched by the thunderfire, sending it into the air with a sharp crackle of breaking bones.

Before it could react further, Muria swung the Prison Suppression Halberd, cutting it horizontally into two halves along with its pair of severed claws.

A cry filled with pain rose. The Soul Intent Werewolf, now reduced to only a intact head and half a torso, lay on the ground, breathing heavily. At the ghastly wound, flesh writhed, trying to grow back.

However, for every bit that grew back, Golden Thunder and Dragon Flames branded onto the wound would destroy a bit. This was the residual power that Muria left behind after his attack, exacerbating the opponent’s injuries.

The same happened to the other three werewolves. The wounds where Muria had cut them were also entangled with thunderfire, preventing their injuries from healing.

Soul Intent Beings, even if subjected to such torture as dismemberment, would be fine as long as they could reattach their limbs—they could regrow and recover as usual.

But for cases like these four werewolves, with the residual power of Muria, one should not have the naïve idea that everything will be fine just by connecting the pieces.

“Wishful thinking leads to this result!” Muria glanced indifferently at the four werewolves below, then, amid a resonant dragon roar, Muria once again transformed into his Dragon Form, flying towards the sky above Valiant.

He is not worried that these four soul-wolf werewolves could get up again and rescue the Red Dragon. After being slashed by him like this, they were practically half-dead, and whether the remaining half could withstand the erosion of his power is still a question.

If two out of these four soul-wolf werewolves survived today, it would be considered good. Moreover, even if they could survive, their power levels would absolutely decline, basically leaving them incapacitated.

Because, apart from not aiming at their heads, Muria had shown almost no mercy. He had already given them a chance to escape due to their solidarity, but they had not cherished it.

As a member of the evil races that were naturally opposed to him, Muria naturally would not talk about anything like benevolence. Well, the main reason was that Muria wasn’t interested in them. He already had a pack of dragon-men.

As for camp confrontations, this sort of thing is not inherently unchangeable. It can be forcibly distorted and diverted through “education”. Even the naturally evil five-colored dragons had no choice but to behave like benevolent dragons under his command.

“Sister Caslana, let me deal with these green dragons!” Muria spread his wide and thick dragon wings covered with feather-like dragon scales and flew towards the sky above Valiant, looking at the Gold Dragon who was struggling under the siege of seven soul-level green dragons.

“Are you joking?” Seeing the oppressive shadow of Muria’s dragon flying nearby, the ancient green dragon turned her head to look at the spot where he had just been fighting. The Red Dragon, which had just been arrogant and thinking about taking her place, was now pierced by a huge heavy sword, motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

“You’ve killed Red Dragon Otlis!” The old green dragon looked at Muria in horror.

Among the Dragon Clan, there is an unwritten rule, or rather an implicit rule. Among the dragons, they are not allowed to slaughter each other. Even the evil dragons and benevolent dragons generally do not kill each other.

The victorious dragon usually imprisons, expels, or exiles the defeated dragon, rather than taking their lives. This is an unspoken understanding among dragons.

For example, the old green dragon had never had the intention of killing Golden Dragon Kaslana, and a significant part of this reason was the fear of retaliation from her Golg Dragon Clan.

But the main reason is that she wants to capture Kaslana alive and then ransom her from the Gold Dragon Clan.

“No, he’s still alive,” Muria said indifferently, his golden dragon eyes gleaming with excitement as he looked at the Gold-level Green Dragons scattering to avoid him. He couldn’t allow so many dragons to escape.

“Phew!” The old green dragon let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Muria, who had already taken place in front of Golden Dragon Kaslana,
“Honorable Golden Dragon, how about we call it a draw? I’ll take my clansmen and leave now.”

“Leave?” Muria glanced back at Kaslana, whose dragon’s body was bleeding from several cracked scales, then glared at the old green dragon, “You’ve wounded my sister like this, and you want to leave?”

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