Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
The Dragons’ Domicile was and is a harsh and unforgiving land. Here, rarely-seen dragons could be seen flying through the skies.
Some dug through the ground while others paraded the skies. Rivers that cut through the land boasted a variety of species that could bring to ruin many kingdoms if they so wished.
Countless explosions went off as several dragonkin fought against each other. Berserk energy tore through the land with alarming frequency.
Teeth ripped through flesh while blood sprayed all over. Claws ripped asunder limbs and space alike!
An area of a few thousand kilometres was given to these few dragons who wished to settle their disputes.
The current spectators viewed this with an expression of calm, as if this was to be expected. Dragons were subservient to no one and were innately overbearing and tyrannical.
Disagreements were rarely settled peacefully as war, battle, and strife permeated their ways and dictated their lifestyle.
This may seem barbaric to others, but to Dragons, this was a matter of fact.
Ordinary beasts had no place here and would be crushed underfoot by the wills of the dragons alone.
Within this realm was a mountain that speared the clouds overhead, as if it wished to pierce the very Heavens.
It was bare, bereft of much vegetation. Only special spiritual herbs had the power to grow in such a harsh and imperious climate.
This was Tyrant Dragon Mountain, the place of residence of the truly powerful.
Currently atop the mountain sat a towering beast of a man. His bearing was impressive and his body, decked with muscles as it was, was like the sculpture of the gods.
Countless runes covered his body, appearing like scales.
His jaw was broad and firm, which set upon him an austere air. Electric eyes swirling with profundity stared into the distance. His nose was straight and stationed, setting off his features even more.
An ocean of scarlet hair waved in the wind like a heavenly flame, wishing to incinerate the void.
In addition, two imposing horns protruded from his forehead until they curved
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