Chapter 92
Do You Understand the Rules?
The Blackwater Corpse Dragon was stunned by the insults.
It has lived for five hundred years and has eaten more people than Jiang Han has ever seen a pig.
People have always knelt before it, begging for mercy. When has it ever been called a beast?
"Huff..."
Two puffs of white breath came out of its nostrils, and the fear in its eyes was gradually replaced by a violent rage.
The surrounding water temperature plummeted at that moment, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the moss on the rock wall.
The entire underground river channel seemed to have turned into a giant ice cellar.
The imperial seal is indeed terrifying.
But it was too hungry.
That hunger from the depths of its soul made it want to tear the human in front of it apart at all costs.
Whoosh!
A huge forepaw reached out again.
This time, it didn't slap down hard, but instead, like a cat playing with a mouse, it extended a sharp, sickle-like claw.
The tips of her fingernails gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light as they gently hooked onto Jiang Han's collar.
"Squeak squeak squeak—"
The sound of fingernails rubbing against fibers is enough to make your teeth ache.
Jiang Han's feet instantly left the ground, and he was lifted into the air like a chick.
The collar was so tight that the blood vessels in my neck felt like they were about to burst, and the lack of blood supply made my vision go black intermittently.
The air in his lungs was squeezed out little by little, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, and his face turned a liverish color.
close.
too close.
Jiang Han could even see a tattered piece of cloth stuck between its teeth; it was a remnant of some unlucky soul's clothes from hundreds of years ago.
The stench was so strong it could make someone faint.
But he did not struggle.
His hand was still gripping the jade seal tightly, while his other hand rested on the black and gold ancient sword at his waist.
Golden Eyes stared intently at those enormous dragon eyes.
"Want to eat me?"
Jiang Han's voice was cold, and it traveled all over the world through the microphone in his collar.
"With your teeth, you probably can't break my bones."
Just then.
A strange mental fluctuation suddenly entered Jiang Han's mind without warning.
That wasn't language, but an extremely primal and greedy emotion.
Give...give me...
"The bone... I want... that bone..."
Jiang Han was stunned for a moment.
bone?
What kind of bone?
Where do he get bones from?
unless……
In a flash, Jiang Han suddenly realized what was happening.
It doesn't want the imperial seal!
The imperial seal was its nemesis, and it couldn't even hide from it.
It wants something else in the backpack!
That piece of Blackwater Dragon King's Reverse Scale, which was previously a system reward and had been tossed aside by Jiang Han as scrap in a corner!
"Turns out he's a glutton."
"But what about the little black guy from before? Did he escape? Oh well, out with the old, in with the new."
The murderous intent in Jiang Han's eyes faded, replaced by a playful sense of control over the situation.
No wonder this guy looks like he's on drugs; his eyes are so red they're practically bleeding.
Its enormous body convulsed uncontrollably due to extreme desire, stirring the water surface like boiling porridge.
His lustful look was simply unbearable to watch.
With the help of the Qilin blood in his body, he uttered a language that all beasts could understand!
"Put me down."
Jiang Han stared into its eyes and coldly replied in his mind.
It's not a request, it's a command.
The Qilin's power surged back through the spiritual connection!
The Blackwater Corpse Dragon trembled.
It sensed the suppression emanating from the source of its bloodline.
Although unwilling, it slowly loosened its grip.
puff.
Jiang Han landed steadily.
The soles of my feet made an extremely faint scraping sound as they stepped on the wet, slippery rocks.
He even leisurely patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs.
He tilted his neck and made another crisp "crack" sound, which felt good. The smirk on his lips was so roguish that it made you want to call the police.
Then, he slowly straightened his crumpled collar.
Finally, in front of the Corpse Dragon, he stuffed the jade seal that it feared back into his bag.
"call……"
Corpse Dragon visibly breathed a sigh of relief, staring longingly at Jiang Han's hand.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Jiang Han flipped his wrist.
A palm-sized, jet-black scale, exuding a strong aura of malevolence, appeared in his palm.
The moment the scale appeared, the surrounding air instantly froze again.
Even the nauseating stench of corpses seemed to be suppressed by this malevolent energy.
The audience was so quiet that they could only hear the pounding of their own hearts.
The black water, which had been boiling, strangely calmed down.
"roar!!!"
The Blackwater Corpse Dragon has gone completely mad.
Its pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and its scales stood up like bristling fur.
That's excitement!
It was an extreme, uncontrollable excitement!
It could sense that as long as it swallowed this bone, it could get rid of this rotting skin, and it could... truly transform into a dragon!
It eagerly brought its big head closer, opening its mouth to snatch the reverse scale from Jiang Han's hand.
Its movements were as hurried as a wild dog that hadn't eaten for three days.
"Snapped!"
Jiang Han slapped it hard across the dragon's nose.
The sound was as crisp as if you were slapping a watermelon.
"Don't you know the rules?"
Jiang Han held up the Reverse Scale and waved it in front of its eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife.
"Want it? Sure."
"Kneel down!"
The chat in the live stream completely stopped.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the crazed figure on the screen.
The scene was so impactful that many viewers who were eating spat their food onto the screen.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells, his jaw was about to dislocate and hit his feet, and he felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. This was just too damn fierce!
What is he doing?
He's making a dragon... kneel down?
"roar……"
The Corpse Dragon let out a low growl, a violent struggle flashing in its eyes.
It is a dragon! It is the king of this place!
How can you kneel before a mere mortal?
"Not kneeling?"
Jiang Han pretended to put Ni Lin back into her bag and turned to leave.
"Then you can go hungry."
"Waaah..."
This move was the decisive one.
The savagery in the Corpse Dragon's eyes instantly crumbled.
Between evolution and dignity, it chose the former without hesitation.
Boom!
Its two enormous front paws slammed heavily onto the ground, and its massive body slowly lowered itself.
That noble head finally rested next to Jiang Han's muddy boots.
It... knelt down.