Chapter 239

According to their understanding, this mountain village was just a backward mountain village, and there shouldn't be any experts here at all. But the children's words shocked them — after all, a unicorn was no ordinary fierce beast; if it truly went berserk, it would be utterly ferocious. How could a few mountain village bumpkins dare to chase it?

"Look, there's still a winged flood dragon over there, more than twenty meters long. Such a powerful fierce beast must be delicious, right?"

"Er Meng, you glutton, always thinking about eating. This one's for refining medicine. Even if it's not a true pure-blood, its blood is extremely precious."

"You're both wrong. This flood dragon obviously should be raised and bred, so it can have offspring — that way, whether for eating or refining medicine, it'd be great."

Outside the village, a group of powerful experts were petrified, a bit dumbfounded. Such a powerful flood dragon was actually going to be eaten, refined into medicine, even bred?

What kind of village is this?

"Doesn't look like much, not a primeval remnant species, can't compare to that Suanni. The Suanni is the real delicious one."

Another little kid added.

They'd eaten way too much these past few days — the Suanni meat still wasn't finished, and that Master Fang had somehow gotten Qiongqi meat from somewhere. There were just too many good things, and for a while their standards had shot up.

But when such words fell into the ears of a group of experts from great clans outside the village, it made these races feel somewhat unhinged.

What's the background of this village? They casually eat Suanni meat, and even look down on this powerful flying flood dragon?

One had to know that a flying flood dragon was an extremely terrifying fierce beast, and ordinary experts were far from being its match.

"Wild brats, what nonsense are you spouting?"

The Jiaopeng, who was in the middle of fierce battle, flew into a rage and shot two terrifying beams of light toward the village entrance.

"What sharp eyes. Why does its aura seem about the same as that sacrificial spirit — the Fierce Bei — that Little Dummy killed last time?"

Er Meng muttered.

Not long ago, Stone Village had a conflict with the neighboring Bei Village. Bei Village actually secretly played dirty tricks, nearly killing several of Stone Village's young men. In the end, Little Dummy personally took action and slew Bei Village's sacrificial spirit.

"What? Killed a sacrificial spirit? How could that be possible?"

The experts of the great races in the distance were shocked again inwardly. Even they were unwilling to provoke a sacrificial spirit, let alone slay one — after all, who knew whether the sacrificial spirit had some connection with some deity.

"You wild brats, how dare you mock me!"

Jiaopeng let out a great roar, shook both arms, leapt up like a fierce bird, covering thirty-some meters in a single bound, and rushed toward the village head at top speed, intending to strike at the children.

In just a few breaths, he arrived up close, raised his palm and slammed it forward. The wind howled, carrying several thousand jin of force — terrifying in the extreme!

"Yah, big brother, what are you doing?"

Little Dummy sensed something was off, because he discovered that Jiaopeng had actually gone for the kill against Er Meng and Pi Hou.

He rushed forward, stretched out a small hand, and unleashed the sound of wind and thunder — Lei Zhisheng — and with just one strike, sent Jiaopeng flying thirty zhang away.

"Blood Moving Realm shouldn't have several tens of thousands of jin of strength, right? Why does he only have five thousand jin of force? That's way too weak."

Little Dummy shook his head.