My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Deep within the city, a golden figure soared into the air.

It was a huge golden dragon with a wingspan of over thirty feet.

Each scale was like it was cast in gold, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

As it flew over the city, the dragons all made way, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly at it.

It landed in front of Lin Mo, its massive body slamming into the ground and causing it to tremble.

The golden dragon lowered its head, its amber vertical pupils fixed on the man in black robes.

There was anger and shock in his eyes, but even more so, disbelief.

"Humans".

Its sound is like thunder.

"You dare to trespass on my dragon territory and kill my dragon people."

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the golden dragon.

Level 95.

It was more powerful than any dragon he had ever killed.

The golden dragon roared angrily, "I am Hong Du, the lord of Young Dragon City..."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Mo interrupted his self-introduction with a calm voice.

Hong Du was taken aback: "Insignificant humans! You're courting death!"

Lin Mo ignored his anger and simply flicked the black sword lightly.

The blood droplets on the sword were flicked off.

then……

Three figures slowly emerged from the sword.

The first figure was an old man in a gray robe, standing with his hands behind his back, the space around him slightly distorted.

The second man was a burly fellow in black, arms crossed over his chest, lightning crackling between his fingers.

The third person was an old woman, holding a wooden cane with a green light flowing from its tip.

The moment the three figures emerged from the black sword, the temperature in Young Dragon City plummeted by ten degrees.

Three demigods.

Three unconscious demigods.

Their eyes were empty, their expressions blank, like three puppets on strings.

But those three auras, that terrifying aura belonging to demigods, that crushing everything, pressed down on every dragon as if it were a tangible force.

In fact, after Lin Mo killed those three demigods in the arena, he used his black sword to plunder their souls.

The Black Sword's power never requires the sword itself to kill.

The first person he killed after coming into this world, Father Lind, was not with a black sword.

Now, each of these three demigod souls has brought Lin Mo an increase of 100,000 in all attributes.

Lin Mo's panel now displays: [Level 72] [All Attributes: 765588].

This number has already surpassed that of many level 90 powerhouses.

"roar!"

Hong Du was not afraid and let out a loud roar.

The golden dragon opened its mouth, and golden dragon breath poured down like a waterfall, heading straight for the three demigod souls.

The dragon's breath was extremely hot; it even seemed to burn the air.

The bluestone slabs on the ground melted instantly, turning into a pool of scalding lava.

The old man in the gray robe raised his hand.

Space folded and twisted in front of him.

The dragon's breath seemed to have hit an invisible wall, splitting apart to both sides.

They were not harmed in the slightest.

"How come...?"

Hong Du stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

His dragon breath was easily blocked?

At the same time, the burly man in the black outfit made his move.

A thick bolt of lightning shot out from his palm, piercing through the dragon's breath and striking Hong Du directly in the chest.

Golden scales burst open, and blood splattered.

Hong Du let out a painful roar, and his massive body fell backward, crashing down half of the street.

The old woman did not attack; she simply raised her wooden staff, and green light shone on Hong Du.

That's not treatment, that's deprivation.

The blood from Hong Du's wound began to drain faster, his scales became dull, and even his breathing became rapid.

The three demigod souls had no consciousness, no thought, no fear, and no hesitation.

They attacked mechanically, crushing their opponents with sheer force.

The gray-robed old man's spatial cutting, the black-clad strong man's lightning strike, and the old woman's life being taken away.

The three laws intertwined, like three invisible knives, cutting into Hong Du's body one by one.

"Roar! Ah!"

Hong Du's massive body rolled on the ground. He tried to fight back, but he was so suppressed that he could hardly even get up.

His dragon breath can burn down a city, his claws can tear mountains apart, and his tail can flatten city walls.

But all of these are nothing in the face of the power of the laws.

The dragon's breath was distorted by space and deviated from its direction.

The claws were struck by lightning and charred black.

Its tail was eroded by the laws of life, and large pieces of scales fell off.

But he was, after all, a level 95 dragon.

In the struggle, his golden wings suddenly unfurled, and his body soared into the air.

With a wingspan of hundreds of feet, it blots out the sky and the sun.

He flapped his wings desperately, trying to fly away from the city.

But Lin Mo only glanced at him, then grabbed a dragon boy with one hand.

Hong Du, witnessing this scene, cried out in horror, "Stop! Don't kill anymore!"

He roared angrily.

However, Lin Mo ignored his words and tightened his grip slightly.

puff!

The boy's head exploded!

"what!"

Hong Du let out a sorrowful and angry roar.

"stop!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

He spoke as he fell from the sky.

He stood in front of Lin Mo, using his body to shield his fellow dragons.

The three demigod souls did not stop.

They were unaware and did not understand surrender.

The old man in the gray robe raised his hand again, and the spatial slicing was about to take shape.

"stop."

Lin Mo finally spoke, his tone calm, as if he were telling a disobedient dog to stop.

The three demigod souls froze simultaneously, the gray-robed old man's hand remained suspended in mid-air, the black-clad strong man's lightning went out, and the old woman's wooden cane drooped.

They turned around, floated back behind Lin Mo, and stood up again.

Hong Du was panting heavily at this moment.

His body was riddled with holes from being bombarded by the laws of lightning.

Most of the golden scales had fallen off, and blood continued to gush from the wound.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"My dragon race has always been few in number..."

Hong Du's voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Every warrior needs at least a hundred years to grow, and... please stop killing. I'll agree to any conditions."

Lin Mo looked at him and nodded.

"Send someone to deliver the message."

Hong Du was taken aback.

Report a message? Report what message?

Lin Mo ignored him and continued speaking.

"Take me for example, Lin Mo. After conquering Young Dragon City, I want to talk to the dragons who truly have a say."

Hong Du was taken aback.

He looked at Lin Mo and felt that this human was too arrogant.

Hong Du looked at him, then spoke, his voice hoarse: "What exactly do you want?"

Lin Mo frowned, revealing a hint of impatience.

"I said I wanted to talk to the dragons who truly had a say."

Hong Du hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily.

"Okay, but you have to promise me you won't kill any more of my people."

Lin Mo glanced at him, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Seeing this, Hongdu struggled to spread its wings again.

Then he turned around and flew towards the Dragon Domain behind him.

The surviving dragons watched his retreating figure, but no one spoke.

They simply stood there, watching their city lord limp away as he flew towards the heart of the dragon realm.