103: Chapter 103 Who are you calling a sick man?

Just as they were advancing at full speed, Fang Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Within the range of his Divine Thought, a chase was taking place.

One side consisted of several Dragon Kingdom demigods fleeing in a sorry state, while the other side consisted of several aliens with brutal auras.

"Darkborn Race?" Fang Chuan identified their race.

The Darkborn Race was one of the allies of the Void Royal Family; they were naturally brutal and combative, and were famous lunatics on the battlefield.

Fang Chuan thought for a moment, then immediately changed direction and followed them.

...

On the wilderness, a five-person Dragon Kingdom demigod squad was fleeing for their lives.

Everyone was injured, their Divine Power was largely depleted, and their faces were pale.

Not far behind them, seven or eight ferocious-looking alien demigods were pursuing them unhurriedly, as if they were toying with their prey.

These individuals were all around four meters tall, with broad frames, crimson skin, and long, pointed ears. They had short horns on their foreheads, translucent blood wings on their backs, and whip-like bone tails swinging in the air behind them.

They were exactly the Darkborn Race.

"Gray Tooth, stop playing. After killing these guys, hurry up and clear the area. We can't delay the important matters of the princes; there's still a lot to do," a relatively calm-sounding Darkin demigod said.

The Darkin demigod called Gray Tooth, who had a hideous scar on his face, laughed indifferently upon hearing this.

"Hong Lie, don't be such a killjoy. We haven't had this much fun in years. Didn't the Eighth Prince say to clear out all the Dragon Kingdom demigods in the Seventh Canyon within a month? It's only been a few days. We have plenty of time!"

Gray Tooth stuck out his long tongue, licked his lips, his eyes full of mockery.

"Hong Lie, how about we play a game? Let's see who can kill one hundred Dragon Kingdom demigods within this month? I've already finished over forty, and you're about the same. How about it, are you in?!"

Hong Lie snorted coldly, "Why wouldn't I dare? I just think it's a waste of time. The Dragon Kingdom Human Race is so weak; I heard that tens of thousands of years ago they were something like the 'Sick Man of East Asia', right? I'd even find it dirty to let them die at my hands!"

"Hahaha! That's not what you say when you start fighting." Gray Tooth let out a piercing sneer, "Heh, I don't find it dirty. I'll kill this woman first."

Having said that, with a thought, the Darkin wyvern he was riding let out a roar and suddenly accelerated, its huge claws grabbing towards a female Dragon Kingdom demigod running at the very back.

That female demigod's Divine Power was almost exhausted, and she was about to be torn apart by the dragon claws.

"Jiao Jiao, dodge quickly!"

The squad leader, Bai Yuan, was furious, his eyes splitting. He turned around abruptly and pushed his teammate, Chen Jiaojiao, aside.

And he himself was struck solidly by the powerful dragon claw.

"Pfft!"

Bai Yuan was slapped away like a broken sack for hundreds of meters, smashing a deep pit into the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Captain!"

"Brother Bai Yuan!"

Despair flashed instantly in the eyes of the remaining four team members.

Their strongest captain had fallen; they were finished.

"Go to hell, you Sick Men of East Asia!"

Gray Tooth looked at their desperate expressions and let out a cruel laugh.

He commanded the wyvern to open its blood-red mouth, about to swallow these people in one gulp.

Just at this critical moment.

A thick, dark purple breath, as if coming from the Nine Heavens, instantly tore through the sky.

The speed of that breath was extremely fast; Gray Tooth didn't even have time to react.

Boom!

Gray Tooth, along with the wyvern he was riding, was hit head-on by this breath. With a scream, they were blasted away like a cannonball, plowing a scorched trench over a thousand meters long on the ground.

This sudden scene left everyone stunned.

Whether it was the desperate Dragon Kingdom squad or the other Darkin demigods who were watching the show.

Before they could react, the sky suddenly darkened.

A dozen huge shadows blocked the sun.

The remaining few Darkin demigods looked up in terror, and then, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Eleven giant dragons, so huge they blotted out the sky, appeared above their heads, unknown to them.

The pressure emanating from each giant dragon made them feel suffocated.

Before they could even scream, the attacks of the giant dragons had already arrived.

Dragon claws that Rend space, breaths that destroyed everything...

A one-sided massacre unfolded instantly.

Those Darkin demigods, who were arrogant just a moment ago, were as fragile as paper dolls in front of these giant dragons, and were instantly torn into pieces.

A huge dragon claw descended from the sky, stepping heavily on Gray Tooth, who was struggling to get up.

"Pfft—"

Gray Tooth spat out a mouthful of blood, his bones broken in countless places, and he was pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move.

Standing on the giant dragon were three Dragon Kingdom people.

The young man leading them was looking at him with an extremely cold gaze, his voice sounding eerily.

"Who did you say was the Sick Man of East Asia?"

Gray Tooth felt that his internal organs had all shifted.

The dragon claw stepping on him felt like an immovable mountain, making even breathing difficult for him.

He raised his head with difficulty, and through his blurred vision, saw the young man standing on the dragon's head.

Very young, looking to be just over twenty years old.

But those eyes were so cold they made his heart chill.

"You... who are you?" Gray Tooth squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

He couldn't understand, when did such a monster appear in this war zone?

Eleven Peak-level Divine Dragons?

Why the hell aren't you going to the Core Area? Why are you hanging around here? You are making me regret underestimating you.

Fang Chuan did not answer his question, but looked down at him from above and repeated it.

"I'm asking you, just now, who did you say was the Sick Man of East Asia?"

A calm tone, but carrying an unquestionable pressure.

Gray Tooth's body trembled.

He wasn't a fool; in the current situation, even a blind man could see that he had kicked an iron plate that was "Stand Behind Me".

Survival instinct made him immediately want to give in.

However, the sense of caste superiority cultivated over a long time made him unable to lose face for a moment.

When did their Darkborn Race ever need to bow their heads to the weak Human Race?

"What? Can't say it?" Fang Chuan's voice remained calm.

Zhang Chao, behind him, had already recovered from his shock. He poked his head out and started cursing at Gray Tooth below.

"Hey, you red-skinned monster, weren't you very arrogant just now? What 'Sick Man of East Asia', I think you look like a dead dog now!"

"Exactly! If you've got guts, try saying it again!"

Liu Ruyan was also very angry. These four words were a national trauma; no Dragon Kingdom person could ever forgive them!

Even after sweeping across the globe, the Dragon Kingdom had not deleted this part of history.

Being cursed at by Zhang Chao, Gray Tooth's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, humiliation and anger surging in his heart.

"You... don't get cocky! Our Eighth Prince, His Highness, is in the Seventh Canyon! He won't let you off!" Gray Tooth roared, his words fierce but his heart fearful.

He tried to bring out his backer to intimidate the other party.

"Eighth Prince?" Fang Chuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this title, "Oh, so you mean you have a large force nearby?"

Gray Tooth's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Fang Chuan's expression, which seemed very interested, a bad premonition surged in his heart.