Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 1515 - Former Subordinates From the Grave

In the primordial times, on a chaotic battlefield, a thick-browed, large-eyed youth with a horned helmet held a damaged battle axe. Blood flowed down the edge. Who knew how many lives he had claimed already, yet his eyes were lost.

With the mighty dragon’s cry, a giant dragon soared through the air, riding on the winds. The huge wings took up half the sky, looming over the entire battlefield. It dove down to swallow him in a single gulp.

The youth let out a furious roar, raising the battle axe to receive the giant dragon.

Within the dazzling light, the youth saw a man standing on the dragon who waved his hand gently. The giant dragon immediately closed its wings and mouth.

The battle axe missed, leaving behind a great crack on the ground, stretching over to a mountain in the distance that collapsed with a great boom.

The man smiled. “I remember you. You’re call A’pang, right?”

The young man shivered. He found the man far more terrifying than the giant dragon, actually afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I’m A’pang!”

“A’pang, you’ve already been defeated. Will you surrender?”

“No, we haven’t been defeated yet!”

At this moment, the youth saw many familiar figures behind the man. He flew into a rage. “You traitors!”

Some of them averted their gazes, and some sighed and tried to persuade him. “A’pang, we’ve been defeated. We should submit.” Others were very irritated. “You’re just a nobody. Why should you die for…” They showed a hint of awkwardness, omitting the name.

The man who rode the dragon waved his hand, and everyone fell quiet. “If you don’t surrender, then there will only be death. I can tell you’re a fine child. I don’t want to kill you. Do you really want to die?”

The youth lowered his head deeply and trembled even harder. He did not fear those damned traitors, no matter how powerful they were. However, he feared the man who rode the dragon, no matter how gentle his voice was.

And he feared death. He wanted to continue living, even if it was just another day.

He lowered the battle axe in his hand.

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