The two members of the Niu Clan charged towards the dragon with bloodshot eyes, roaring lowly.
They swung their large axes, the heavy wheels of their axes tearing through the air and emitting a dull whistle. The axes, made of refined steel, heavily collided with the dragon's scales, causing sparks to fly and the axes to shatter.
With a casual twist of its body, the dragon flicked its tail in mid-air, sending the two Niu Clan warriors flying and spewing blood.
Gazing fixedly at Wu Tie, the dragon's eyes, shining like crushed gold, slowly swept its tail across the ground, producing a deep rumble.
Wu Tie stood hundreds of meters away, shouting at the top of his lungs, using all the taunting words he had learned from Lao Tie, provoking the dragon recklessly. He swung his spear, cutting through the air and emitting a piercing whistle.
Unaware of what was happening behind him, a faint grey misty figure, born from a person of average size, was slowly growing.
Eight feet... nine feet... ten feet...
The figure gradually expanded, becoming more and more vague, yet exuding an even more majestic and domineering aura.
The blood in Wu Tie's body boiled, his bloodline surged, and the first and second joints of his left index finger began to heat up, emitting a faint glow.
The dragon lowered its body, its faint golden eyes fixed on Wu Tie.
The strong scent exuded from Wu Tie seemed to greatly tempt the dragon. Saliva dripped from its mouth, emitting a foul stench that spread far and wide.
"Come on, little one..." Wu Tie taunted the dragon, a force field invisibly wrapping around his body as he prepared for a full-scale escape.
A deep roar echoed from within the dragon, its body tensing up. It thundered through the air, creating rings of white air explosions, charging straight at Wu Tie.
The speed was terrifying. In the blink of an eye, the dragon was in front of Wu Tie, hundreds of meters away.
The expanding white air explosions spread in all directions, causing the rudimentary huts to collapse one after another. The roaring shook the entire outpost, causing the frail Grey Rock dwarves to fall to the ground, rolling helplessly.
Wu Tie couldn't clearly see the dragon's movements; he could only instinctively swing his spear and block in front of himself.
The irresistible force crashed into him, and Wu Tie's arms heavily smashed onto his own chest. In a loud bang, he was sent flying backward. His feet left the ground, and he flew hundreds of meters backward, crashing through dozens of huts along the way.
His chest ached, and his internal organs seemed to have been turned upside down. Wu Tie's hands trembled violently, his ten fingers clenching the spear tightly in spasms.
The powerful impact shattered almost every bone in Wu Tie's body. He fell stiffly to the ground, feeling nothing in his body.
The dragon raised its head and let out a long roar.
Then, it lowered its body and greedily stared at Wu Tie, its imposing pressure quickly approaching Wu Tie, who was over a hundred meters away.
The sound of heavy winds suddenly rang out, and Lao Tie's deep voice trembled the ground. "With a mighty roar, your grandpa enters the battlefield...hahaha!"
A stream of blood-red radiance rushed forward as Lao Tie forcefully smashed into the dragon's chin.
This heavy blow caused the dragon, whose large body had been sent flying, to twist and contort as it flew hundreds of meters away, tumbling dozens of times before stabilizing its body.
The dragon, with blood spraying from the corner of its mouth, looked at Lao Tie with anger and humiliation as electricity sparks emitted from its body, its four paws firmly planted on the ground over a hundred meters away.
"Your grandpa is your grandpa, forever your grandpa... Even though this grandpa is physically weak now, I can still beat you until you call me grandpa... It's all that damn thing's fault..."
Lao Tie grinned, emitting a strange chuckle. "It's all that damn thing's fault. If this grandpa had his own body here, you little crawler..."
Lao Tie paused for a moment, and the dragon angrily rushed towards him, ramming into Lao Tie and sending him flying.
Rolling several times in the distance, Lao Tie cursed and leaped up, turning into a streak of blood light and charging towards the dragon again.
The dragon also braced its body and ruthlessly charged towards Lao Tie.
With a loud bang, Lao Tie's head collided with the dragon, their bodies intertwined.
Sparks of electricity splattered as Lao Tie's mouth spewed out a sword-shaped blood light, stabbing heavily into the dragon's forehead.
A mournful wail erupted as the dragon's forehead was cleaved open, scales flying, its skull cracking open, and a large amount of blood mixed with glittering brain fluid sprayed out from the wound.
In pain, the dragon violently shook its body, its long tail fiercely whipping Lao Tie, sending him flying for hundreds of meters.
The shattered golden eye turned into a blood-red color, and the dragon let out a terrifying roar. It opened its mouth and continuously spewed dozens of black smoke balls, almost solidifying, directly hitting Lao Tie.
These black smoke balls were condensed poisonous gas from within the dragon's body, extremely venomous and highly corrosive.
Lao Tie was bombarded by the smoke balls, rolling on the ground, and they exploded upon impact, causing the surrounding rocks and earth to fly, creating large craters with a diameter of several meters.
As the smoke balls burst, a large amount of black smoke and toxic gas spread in all directions, corroding the ground with a hissing sound.
Lao Tie's head and body were enveloped in the black smoke and toxic gas. He jumped and cursed angrily in the smoke, his body remained as clean and unscathed as a mirror, without leaving a trace.
Wu Tie struggled and managed to stand up, little by little, leaning on his spear.
He gasped for air as the blood in his body boiled, and his bloodline burned. The first signs of a peculiar power began to emerge, a grand and mighty righteousness, overflowing with a relentless sense of justice. His body, which had been heavily injured, quickly recovered under the nourishment of this power, filling his entire body with tremendous strength.
The air rippled violently around him, and the elemental vortex above his head grew larger, continuously infusing him with elemental energy.
Wu Tie's body emitted an intense heat, to the extent that even the ground under his feet was steaming, and large amounts of water vapor rose from the soil, forming white mist that swirled around him.
Staring at the dragon, which was frantically spewing poisonous gas and smoke balls, all of Wu Tie's fear, hesitation, and negative emotions vanished.
Courage, an inexplicable courage, surged from the depths of his bloodline. Wu Tie raised his spear forcefully, and in that instant, he transformed into a gale.
The wind howled, and Wu Tie soared into the air, carrying the turbulent air around him. Threads of shimmering elemental currents entangled his body as he wielded his spear, releasing a chilling glow. In an instant, he crossed hundreds of meters and arrived in front of the dragon.
His gaze locked onto the wound on the dragon's forehead created by Lao Tie, and with a swift thrust, his spear penetrated it.
A miserable cry rang out as the spear tore through the bloody and fleshy scales, forcibly piercing the gap in the dragon's skull, plunging in half a foot deep.
Even though the dragon's body was massive and its skull extremely thick, Wu Tie's spear still penetrated its brain by about half a foot. The dragon winced in pain, closing its eyes tightly as its body thrashed wildly.
The dragon's long tail came whistling towards Wu Tie, fiercely lashing his waist.
Wu Tie was sent flying by a tail strike, his body shaking as if struck by thunder.
"Wow!" Wu Tie spat out a mouthful of blood, quickly removing his face mask, allowing a large amount of blood to flow down from his tight-fitting armor.
Behind him, a tremor shook Wu Tie as he collided with a protruding stalagmite. The stalagmite emitted a creaking sound but managed to support Wu Tie's body.
Gasping for breath, Wu Tie stared blankly, leaning against the stalagmite, unable to move.
The dragon, still in pain, continued to struggle and convulse for a while, crushing most of the huts within the outpost.
Within the Mist Blade outpost, the Mist Blade assassins had long vanished without a trace, and the clan warriors scattered in all directions. The Grey Rock dwarves and Stone Gnome creatures had all fled with their families.
Now, only Wu Tie, Lao Tie, and the delirious dragon remained within the outpost.
Lao Tie chuckled, stepping out slowly from the rising black smoke and toxic gas, carrying an unbridled arrogance.
"Xiao Tie, let's put in more effort to deal with this big guy... Even a Foundation Building Pill crafted from its flesh and blood, even the most basic one, is a good treasure for someone like you now."
"Tsk, it's truly heartbreaking... Back then, this kind of little grass snake didn't even have the qualification to be boiled in a soup... But now, well, never mind, there's nothing to pick at..."
Lao Tie spat out a disdainful "ptui" and made a spitting motion, displaying his contempt.
The dragon felt Lao Tie's deep malice, which caused it to cease its struggling and convulsions. Slowly raising its upper body, it turned around swiftly and, like a gust of wind, fled downstream, towards the great river.
"Running away, haha!"
Wu Tie laughed.
"Lao Tie, this is...a technique I suddenly mastered... The Grand Virtue of Righteousness."
"I don't know where it came from, but it is the 'Grand Virtue of Righteousness'!"
Bang, Wu Tie's vision turned black, and he fell heavily to the ground.
(End of the chapter)