Chapter 158: The Orphan of the Mountain Dragon Clan

When Baichuan truly understood that abilities were occasionally born inexplicably, he naturally had a certain guess about the behavior of the two dragons before him.

The reason these Meat Dragons were able to gain intelligence was perhaps because he had evolved the Blue Whale's ability into them.

After all, the Blue Whale was already one of the most intelligent creatures in nature.

Because the evolution fused its genes into them, and with a massive supply of food, they had large numbers of their own kind to command; if they also had the chance to come into contact with humans and learn human behavior, then developing intelligence like humans was not impossible.

That made sense.

After all, based on what he had seen before, these Meat Dragons must have come into contact with humans, because being able to conquer humans and beware of their various traps and weapons, driving them to flee in all directions, was necessarily a wise behavior learned from previous setbacks.

Baichuan did not reply, merely came back to himself and lowered his majestic dragon head, looking at the Meat Dragon that had made the sound.

Yet even so, that Meat Dragon only felt a tremendous pressure pouring down upon it—clearly… clearly it was also a ruler who governed a tribe.

But when facing the supreme deity of the entire continent, their creator—"Ya."

It still felt a faint, elusive dread; according to the information passed down by those hairless monkeys, Lord of the Wilderness Ya was a tyrannical god of destruction, and wherever he passed, all living beings would be destroyed.

And this had already been verified by the inexplicable deaths of its large numbers of subjects before.

So this information was likely true, and wherever its kin passed it was the same; compared to accepting the worship of those hairless monkeys, our Mountain Dragon clan was more suited to being subjects of the Wilderness God.

Because, after all, they were a race personally created by the god!

Thinking of this, the Meat Dragon that called itself Mountain Dragon (literally translated as Black Mountain-like Dragon) also felt a flash of pride in its heart—sure enough, compared to those hairless monkeys, the advantage of our Mountain Dragon clan was great.

Thus, its mood steadied somewhat, and it forcefully suppressed the dread in its heart, and spoke again.

But this time, after hearing it, Baichuan was stunned, and then enraged; he instantly widened his eyes, and raging flames suddenly ignited within them.

That was fury!

Because what this Meat Dragon had said was that the destruction wherever its clan passed was deliberate, and that on the entire Man Huang Da Lu, only its clan could accomplish such a thing besides the god.

They did this to emulate him, the Flood Dragon known as Lord of the Wilderness, God of Destruction, and only they were most suited to become his subjects.

Baichuan's first reaction upon hearing this was fury surging to the heavens—wasn't this turning the tables and bullying an honest dragon?

When had he ever become some ridiculous God of Destruction?

When had he ever destroyed all things?

Could it be that his past habit of venting stress by bullying small animals, and occasionally letting out a few howls when excited—trivial matters—had been passed along and exaggerated to such an absurd degree?

Could a dragon not have a few small hobbies?

They had created such a huge mess and still wanted to slander him; Baichuan, who was already somewhat headache-ridden and conflicted about how to handle things afterward, had long since had some anger in his heart.

If they had no intelligence and had caused this unintentionally, then Baichuan would have had no outlet for his anger, because a person cannot vent fury at unintelligent creatures; if anything was to blame, it was his own lack of consideration—he was not an irresponsible dragon.

But even if he accepted that, anger was still unavoidable; this was the ecology of the entire continent—how could a tiny Flood Dragon like him bear it?

But even if he couldn't bear it, he still had to; everything was simply his own doing.

But while he was worrying, he discovered that his image had been slandered, and that the behavior of those Meat Dragons had actually been directed by intelligent beings.

And now they wanted to forcefully pin the destruction of the continent on him, making it seem as if he had deliberately caused it.

Could he tolerate this? This race that was originally meant to be used as Meat Dragons could now only cause trouble—did it still have any value to exist?

No.

He, Baichuan, had never lacked intelligent races; what he lacked were creatures with rare and powerful abilities, and races of flesh-and-blood food that could store massive amounts of energy.

In an instant, the furious Baichuan looked at the Meat Dragon leader that was still proudly narrating, and instantly scattered out a massive amount of white Light Points.

In an instant, the Meat Dragon that had been proudly narrating its orders to its clan was stunned; seeing the god who had just been calm suddenly filled with fury, with endless Light Points pouring out, and an overwhelming pressure that could suffocate bearing down upon it.

Its heart also panicked; although it had been captured by those hairless monkeys before and learned some of their habits and intelligence, its original form was ultimately still an ordinary rabbit—its foundation was insufficient, and many things could only be copied superficially, becoming a poor imitation.

In its panic it seemed about to say something more, but the endless Light Points Burst forth, instantly illuminating the entire area completely; that dazzling light could not be blocked even in broad daylight.

The next moment, all the Meat Dragons vanished; even the most powerful Meat Dragon could not last two breaths.

At the last moment, it looked at its kin that had already turned to ash, and a flash of enlightenment crossed its eyes: indeed, the god's joy and anger were unpredictable, and mortals must not lightly attempt to fathom them.

Those were the words left behind by the old man it had swallowed before, which it had dismissed as insignificant at the time, but now it understood—unfortunately, the price of understanding was a bit steep.

Of course, what also vanished were the living beings within the massive Hei Shan behind.

As the light gradually faded, Baichuan also regained his calm, and he indifferently withdrew the remaining Light Points.

He began walking into Hei Shan, because even with the Burst of Light Points, there were still some that had slipped through; this creature's reproduction was too exaggerated, and he could not leave behind a disaster.

As he began dealing with them one by one, the Meat Dragons that had ultimately survived also began to disappear.

Until finally, he once again came before a newly born Meat Dragon cub.

Compared to the already grown Meat Dragons, whose entire bodies were covered in thick, black, wrinkle-like skin.

This cub-stage Meat Dragon still retained the fine white down of its rabbit period, making it look like a fluffy ball of fur, utterly endearing.

At this moment, it was staring at him with a pair of bright, sparkling big eyes, its tender little pink paws pawing at the air, as if unaware of what it was about to face.

At this moment, within those clear, spring-like big eyes, was reflected the Flood Dragon's cold, deep-pool-like dragon pupils.

But no matter how cute it was, it could not escape the death that was to come.

The sharp claw tip was thus extended, and then easily pierced into this Meat Dragon that had just opened its eyes.

A wisp of bright red fresh blood thus flowed out.

But just then, the Meat Dragon that had just opened its eyes—those sparkling eyes visibly moistened, and it gazed at him pitifully, as if knowing what was about to happen.

It pouted its little mouth and softly whimpered, a note of sadness in its voice, and then a crystal-clear tear actually slid down.

"This is?"

Seeing this, Baichuan was stunned—this was not the first cub he had killed.

But it was the only one among all the cubs he had killed that seemed to have developed intelligence.

Could it be that within the entire Meat Dragon species, besides the very first Meat Dragon he had modified, there existed other intelligent Meat Dragons?

Doubting, Baichuan looked at the little cub that kept weeping, seemingly aware of its own death, and was in no hurry to kill it.

He withdrew his claw tip and gently lifted its chin, stretching its body out.

Only then did he notice this cub's true peculiarity—compared to the previous few cubs he had already killed, it possessed a single part that was slightly different.

Baichuan gazed at the patch of red, burning-like fuzz on its chest and silently thought: this was a cub unlike its kin, because it had mutated!

It had actually developed a rare mutation on its body, and one just like the Fire Bat's from back then—high temperature!

In an instant, Baichuan guessed that it might be like that Fire Bat from before—the Immunity he had originally bestowed purely because its meat tasted better had begun to mutate.

(End of chapter)