Super Dragon Cultivation System

"If no one challenges me, then I, Zhang Xing, will win."    

Zhang Xing's voice was heard once again.    

Ta He recovered from his shock. For a moment, he really couldn't find anyone who could defeat Zhang Xing. In terms of one-on-one combat, none of the people present was a match for him.    

This was a little scary. How old was he? He wasn't even ten years old, but he had already become the strongest person amongst these Third-class States.    

The matter seemed to have gone beyond his expectations. He didn't expect that such a genius would appear in the most backward Martialism.    

If another three to five years were to pass, he would be able to unify the world.    

No, he couldn't just let him go like this. He had to kill him before he fully matured.    

His gaze turned towards the guest seating area and looked at Old Man who was sitting there.    

This old man was the current State Advisor, and he was also his biggest supporter.    

"Imperial Advisor, what should we do?" Ta He transmitted his voice.    

"Sigh! It's quite troublesome. This dark horse that came out of nowhere really put us in a very passive position."    

"Why don't we let Thirteenth Prince out?"    

State Advisor frowned and hesitated for a moment.    

"This... if we can't control it, the consequences will be unimaginable." The corner of Ta He's eyes trembled as he said with lingering fear.    

"That won't happen. We'll just let Thirteenth Prince and that Zhang Xing fight until both of them are severely injured. At that time, we'll be afraid that we won't be able to control him."    

State Advisor stroked his beard and said confidently.    

"The Imperial Advisor is indeed far-sighted. This action of killing two birds with one stone. Tahe admires!"    

Tahe thought for a moment and guessed State Advisor's intention. It could be said that this action was the best and the only way.    

Thirteenth Prince had obtained an evil skill from somewhere. He had trained himself in a way that made him not look like a human, a ghost, or a demon.    

Furthermore, his body had been trained to be invulnerable, impervious to fire and water, and he still did not know how to feel pain.    

Last time, Thirteenth Prince had lost his humanity and started a massacre in the Imperial Palace. It took them a lot of effort and effort, and dozens of High Level warriors were killed before they could capture him with their Imperial Weapon, the Skynet Net.    

Kaiser, State Advisor, and some other big shots had done some research and came to a conclusion that frightened everyone.    

Thirteenth Prince had obtained the inheritance of an evil sect from a thousand years ago, the Corpse Refining Sect. However, it seemed that he had gone mad because of his cultivation, and was discovered by the people in the Imperial Palace.    

It should not be a problem to use it against Zhang Xing.    

"Zhang Xing, wait a moment. Someone will come and challenge you later."    

Ta He's eyes were gloomy and cold.    

"Sigh, finding an opponent for such a huge Newco Empire is so troublesome, and you want to get the pill formula from me? Hehe, you're overestimating yourself. "    

Zhang Xing said with a sarcastic tone.    

Ta He did not respond. He turned his head to the side and said, I will let you be arrogant for a while. Wait. Both of you have suffered heavy injuries, we'll catch all of you together.    

Not long after, a row of fully armed two-footed combat dragons flew over from the sky. There were about twenty of them. In the middle of the group, there was a person who was tied up in a black bag on the back of one of the dragons.    

A dozen or so Dragon Warrior carried the black bag and walked into the venue. After placing it in the middle of the venue, they quickly left.    

The Imperial Advisor silently chanted the Spell in his heart. The black bag suddenly expanded and separated from that person's body. In the blink of an eye, it flew into the air and turned into a Black Spot, disappearing from everyone's eyes.    

Eh, is this a person or a monster?    

Zhang Xing curiously sized up the person who came out of the black bag.    

He was over 1.80 meters tall, and the shuttle shaped cephalo- only had a few strands of hair left on it. One of his eye sockets had no eyeballs, and there was still yellow water flowing in it. His nose was facing the sky, and the macrostomia had split into his ears. His hands and feet were of different lengths, and his skin was dark gray.