Chapter 36

The child who jumped down from the dragon came from the Luo Fu Great Marsh, named Jiaopeng. Though small, he was very fierce and domineering, sneering, "I'm determined to have this willow branch. If you don't like it, come and try!"

One of the younger sons of Lord Zishan was very handsome, calm, and unhurried as he spoke, "Jiaopeng, don't talk big. Even if you have some skills, don't be too arrogant, or you might die in this desolate land." His name was Zishan Kun, and from the moment he met Jiaopeng, they didn't get along. Their clans were not on good terms, so they were always at odds.

"Then let's have a fight, a life-or-death battle. Do you dare?" Jiaopeng's tone was very aggressive, his eyes shooting cold lightning, just like a young ancient golden phoenix.

"Quiet! All of you, be quiet!" On the other side, a slightly older child's eyes glowed with electricity, and a black aura enveloped his head. He came from a noble territory, the youngest son of Lord Lei, named Leimingyuan. He originally intended to deal with Zishan Kun, Lord Zishan's most beloved child, but Jiaopeng's arrogance made him very angry.

Upon hearing this, Jiaopeng and Zishan Kun both raised their eyebrows. They were both geniuses, usually confident and never willing to bow to anyone.

"Leimingyuan, are you looking for death?!" Jiaopeng, though young, had a powerful aura. He took a step forward, and the ground shook with a loud thud, as if a massive creature had moved.

"Shut up!" Zishan Kun also shouted directly. They had a long-standing grudge with the Lei clan, and they had never been on good terms, even though there had been some easing over the years, the hidden conflicts continued.

"Let's settle this with a fight!" Leimingyuan shouted. He leaped into the air, covering twenty meters in one jump, and with his head forward and feet back, he struck Zishan Kun with a palm. In the end, he was still following his father and brother's orders.

His fist wind was black, crackling with electricity, forming a dense black lightning that fell like a rain.

This was just a child, yet he possessed such power. A strange rune appeared in his palm, the essence of lightning, a secret technique of his clan, a rare and precious skill!

"Hum!"

Purple aura enveloped Zishan Kun as he raised his right hand to counter. The rune in his palm glowed, emitting a brilliant light that formed a purple sun, flying forward.

This was also a terrifying treasure technique, unique to the Zishan clan, capable of shaking the heavens and moving the sun and mountains when perfected.

The two techniques collided, black lightning and purple light exploded, shattering into runes that imprinted on the air, creating a stunning scene.

"Who is the top genius? Don't forget, there's still me!" Jiaopeng suddenly attacked.

His palm was powerful, and a rune flashed in his left hand, a dragon emerging, completely made of light patterns. This was not a dragon with impure blood but a fragment of a true ancient fierce dragon, terrifying in its aura.

The ancestors of the Luo Fu Great Marsh had seen an ancient fierce dragon and unexpectedly obtained its legacy, possessing the strongest treasure technique of the dragon clan. Although later generations could not fully display this power, it was still extremely impressive.

The dragon bared its fangs and claws, its body grayish-brown, ancient and weathered, as if awakening from the ancient era, crossing time to join the battle!

This treasure technique was very strong, attacking both Zishan Kun and Leimingyuan. Jiaopeng, though small, was very wild, determined to fight both to prove his exceptional talent.

"Looking for death!" Leimingyuan coldly rebuked, black lightning bursting from his hands, his ten fingers spread, ten black beams shooting out, the lightning becoming even more intense. Accompanied by a light chirp, a purple fierce bird appeared in the lightning, terrifying in its might, diving down.

Zishan Kun also attacked, purple aura enveloping him as a sun flew out, containing a fire-scaled creature, emitting terrifying purple flames, leaping up, fierce and terrifying.

Thus, the three children engaged in a fierce battle, attacking each other, drawing the attention of the onlookers.

Though young, they were all very powerful, making their elders nod in approval and also feeling surprised by their opponents' children.

"Really boring, we can't really kill each other. With those old men around, we can't fully unleash our power." One of the children watching the battle pouted.

"Exactly, true geniuses are born on the battlefields of the great races. What are these?" Another child chimed in.

"What are you talking about? We can still have a life-or-death battle here!" The three children, already in a fierce battle, were enraged, expanding the battlefield and involving the two children.

This was a chaotic battle. Though young, they were all very impressive, displaying terrifying talent, shocking the onlookers.

In the stone village, a group of children were playing, startled by the commotion in the mountains. They ran to the village entrance and were shocked to see so many people in the forest, their attention drawn.

"How did so many people appear?"

They saw the battle between Jiaopeng and the others, all secretly marveling at their mastery of bone script, envying their skills. Soon, their attention shifted to a mutated scale horse—a unicorn, its body covered in shimmering silver scales, its horn crystal clear, majestic and extraordinary.

"I heard Uncle Linhu say that this mountain beast can run a thousand miles a day. Last time, they saw it in the Great Wasteland and chased it for days but couldn't even touch a single hair," Shidazhuang said.

The strong in the mountains, being so perceptive, naturally heard this and were stunned. According to their understanding, this was just a backward village, with no real experts. However, the children's words surprised them. A unicorn was not an ordinary fierce beast; it was very powerful, and a few mountain villagers dared to chase it?

They didn't know that last time, Shilinhu and others had obtained two ancestral artifacts from the clan leader, allowing them to pursue the unicorn, which could run a thousand miles a day, a temptation that the men of the Great Wasteland found irresistible.

"Look, there's even a dragon circling in the sky, over twenty meters long, as thick as a water vat, and it even has wings. Such a powerful fierce beast... must be very tasty, right?"

"Er Meng, you glutton, is this something to eat? It's for refining medicine. Even if it's not a pure-blooded ancient legacy, its blood is very precious," Pihou retorted.

Outside the village, a group of strong people were stunned, a bit dazed. A dragon so powerful was used for eating and refining medicine? What kind of village is this?

"This dragon does look very tasty, but it's definitely not as fragrant as the Suanni meat. It's not an ancient legacy, so its true blood can't compare," another child with a runny nose added.

They had been eating Suanni meat and using true blood for baptism, their standards now very high. They thought their voices were very low, but the strong people heard them.

Whether from the Zishan clan, the Lei clan, or the dragon clan from the Luo Fu Great Marsh, everyone was a bit disoriented. Did they hear wrong?

What kind of village is this? They eat Suanni meat so casually and even look down on this powerful flying dragon? This is an extremely terrifying fierce beast, far beyond the reach of ordinary strong people.

"Wild brat, what are you talking about?!" Jiaopeng, in the midst of the battle, was furious, his eyes cold, shooting out two terrifying beams of light, looking towards the village entrance.

"Your eyes are really sharp, making me feel cold. I think it's like the last spirit we killed—the fierce wolf. The aura is similar," Er Meng muttered, thinking his voice was very low, but it was still heard by the people in the mountains.

What? They killed a spirit? A group of strong people were shaken, almost petrified. Even they were reluctant to provoke spirits, and the people from the Luo Fu Great Marsh were very cautious when killing spirits.

Because these creatures might have terrifying ancient deities behind them, and they were only out to reincarnate among humans, trying to follow the path of ancient deities.

"Unfortunately, we didn't eat that spirit; it turned to ashes directly," Pihou regretted.

A group of people were stunned, what a terrifying village. How does this feel so wrong? They were at a loss.

"Angry, you wild brats, are you looking for death?!" Jiaopeng was furious, being ignored.

"Wow, so fierce!"

"Hey, can that idiot hear us?" Pihou suspected, but they were quite far away.

"Clack" A light laugh came, very pleasant. Two little girls, standing on snow feathers, floating in the air, were laughing joyfully. They were dressed differently but looked the same, with white, beautiful skin, large, sparkling eyes.

"Really interesting, are they naturally clueless, or is it on purpose?"

"Definitely on purpose, they almost made Jiaopeng furious."

The two little girls giggled nonstop, though young, they were clearly the makings of great beauties, their eyes shining, long eyelashes, identical, crystal clear, and adorable.

The elders of the Lei, Zishan, and other clans stepped in, making the children stop fighting, wanting to understand this strange village. Could it be a terrifying hidden family from ancient times?

"You wild brats, how dare you mock me!"

After the ceasefire, Jiaopeng's arms trembled, and he leaped like a fierce bird, covering twenty meters in one jump, quickly rushing to the village entrance, intending to attack the children.

In the stone house at the village entrance, a little boy ran out, looking tender and beautiful, saying, "Oh, why are there so many people?"

"Hey, little one, are you still secretly drinking milk? When will you stop?" A group of older children teased, noticing the milk stains on the little boy's mouth.

"No, no, you're wrong!" The little boy quickly wiped his mouth, refusing to admit it, hiding his milk-stained hand behind his back, his big eyes darting around.

"What a cute little kid." The two little girls on the snow feathers were amazed, seeing the little boy like a porcelain doll, so adorable, and they giggled.

At this moment, Jiaopeng was close, raising his palm and striking forward, the wind howling, with a force of thousands of pounds, terrifying!

"Hey, big brother, what are you doing?" The little boy opened his eyes wide, sensing something was wrong. Jiaopeng's power was too strong, aiming at Er Meng and Pihou.

He quickly stepped forward, his aura changing, his small, white hand extending, emitting a wind and thunder sound, colliding with Jiaopeng's palm.

"Boom!"

Sand and stones flew, the earth shook, the little boy stood there unmoving, while Jiaopeng was hit like by lightning, staggering back, each step leaving a terrifying crack in the ground. He wobbled, retreating over ten meters, almost falling to the ground.

"Wow, what a powerful little kid!" The two little girls' eyes glowed, jumping off the snow feathers, running to the little boy, wanting to pinch his cheeks.

The little boy shyly stepped back, his bright eyes blinking, looking at Jiaopeng, saying, "Big brother, that's not right."

His mouth still had some milk stains, not completely wiped off, his big, black, gem-like eyes shining, and his serious expression made the two little girls, like fairies, even more fond of him, wanting to tease him.

Behind, a group of strong people were petrified. This is a kid still drinking milk, and he just slapped the famous genius Jiaopeng away? Unbelievable!

What kind of terrifying village is this? A group of people were stunned, speechless.

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