"Don't worry, boss. Those three rocs aren't as powerful as the legends say."
"Legends can't be trusted. In ancient times, the golden-winged rocs ate giant pythons and snakes."
"They can't be considered part of the Dragon Clan. They just have a chance of evolving into a dragon clan."
"The golden-winged rocs only dare to fight with the Dragon Clan when it's a matter of life and death."
"Usually, they hide from the dragons of the Dragon Clan."
Black Treasure sent a voice transmission to Zhang Xing.
"Oh …"
Zhang Xing nodded. This information was similar to the myths and legends that he knew in his previous life.
He came to his seat, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it leisurely.
It was impossible for him to fight with an Eight-Star War Venerable. Even if he leveled up twice and reached the Five-star Venerable Realm, he wouldn't be able to defeat an Eight-Star martial artist.
But his dragon could win.
He took a sip of tea and looked around.
He saw that the people from outside the mountain gate were looking at him with a strange expression.
"Oh, I'm a little tired. I'll rest for a while. Let my brothers fight."
Zhang Xing explained with a smile.
His actions were met with disdain from the crowd.
You can't win, but you don't admit defeat and pretend to be relaxed. We seriously look down on you!
The corners of Sikong's mouth curled up. There was no doubt that he was mocking him.
Because this wasn't a competition between disciples, it was understandable that Zhang Xing asked his subordinates to fight.
He stared at Ah Zi and looked down on the other eight people.
It wasn't a problem for three Sky Rocs to defeat a magic dragon.
The other weird-looking people could be defeated easily.
The nine dragons quickly arrived in front of Sikong.
They all laughed sinisterly and clenched their fists until they made cracking sounds.
"Brothers, there are too many dragons and too little meat. There's not enough to go around!"
Black Treasure's gaze shifted between Sikong and the rocs.
"That's right, Black Treasure. It's indeed difficult to split the spoils between the two of us."
Wen Jing pretended to be in a difficult position.
"Then what should we do?"
Ah Zi asked.
"This … Xiao Bai, Dragon Fifth, and I will fight this old man."
"The two of you will fight the rocs in a group. That's why we split the spoils!"
Black Treasure counted with his fingers.
"This distribution plan is brilliant. Brother Black Treasure is brilliant!"
The other six dragons said in unison.
Si Kong sneered as he watched them carry out the so-called division of labor.
"Hmph!
A bunch of ignorant brats, stop stalling for time. "
"Even if you drag it out until tomorrow, it won't change the fact that you admit defeat!"
"This old man will stand here without moving and let the three of you fight with all your might. If you can even touch the corner of this old man's clothes, it'll be my loss!"
Sikong boasted proudly when he sensed that Black Treasure and the others were only at the Five or Six-Star Venerable Realm.
Black Treasure's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Si Kong curled his lips in disdain.
"Hehe … Brothers, let's transform and fight!"
Black Treasure howled in a hoarse voice.
"Transform?"
Si Kong was stunned. Si Ji and the others also had a bad premonition.
Just as they were in a daze.
Suddenly!
Rumble … rumble!
Nine earth-shattering noises reverberated throughout the venue.
"This …"
Everyone in the external mountain gate was shocked by the scene in front of them.
F * ck!
These were nine Primordial Colossal Dragons!
Who the hell said that there was only one magic dragon?
Si Kong's expression changed immediately.
Si Ji and the others stood up immediately.
The rocs in the sky, who were originally full of fighting spirit, trembled instantly.
Fear appeared in their eyes.
Although they were all ancient beasts, the innate bloodline suppression still made the rocs shudder.