Super Dragon Cultivation System

The furious dragon's roar continued to echo throughout the Demon Sect's territory.    

    

Every sound wave shattered a mountain range.    

    

From within the mountain range, the trembling cries of Demonic Beast unceasingly sounded.    

    

The entire Demon Sect was in a state of complete defeat.    

    

All the disciples of the Demon Sect looked sorrowful. Looking at the ruined sect, they all looked at Zhang Xing with anger, and couldn't help but want to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Even if they were to tear him into ten thousand pieces, they would not be able to quell the hatred in their hearts.    

    

However, their eyes were filled with deep helplessness and fear.    

    

Since the Lord Sect Master was nowhere to be seen, and the mountain suppressing treasure couldn't do anything to Zhang Xing, who could suppress him?    

    

At this time, many of the bystanders of demi-human race started to mock and gloat at at the misfortune of others.    

    

"Your Demon Sect has a day like this too!"    

    

"That's right!" Back in the day, our Black Fox Tribe's several million clansmen were killed in one night by the Demon Sect.    

    

"Aren't we the same? Eight million disciples of our Awakening Sect died in one night, that's what a tragedy that is!"    

    

"..."    

    

Back then, when the Demon Sect was just established, it was time for them to establish their prestige.    

    

Those sects and tribes of demi-human race who were unconvinced were their target to make an example out of others.    

    

The demi-human race was cruel to the Homo sapiens, but even more so to his own clan.    

    

When they captured all the demi-human race s who were opposed to the Demon Sect, it was still light to cut their tongues and cut off their limbs. What was more cruel was to hang them at the mouth of the hilum and absorb their souls and refine them.    

    

The disciples, Hall Master s, and elders of the Demon Sect were all filled with debt of blood, and each one of them was full of evil.    

    

Now that the demi-human race had been unified for the past few thousand years, each and every one of them turned out to be a benevolent disciple of a big sect.    

    

But how could these blood grudges be forgotten by the descendants of the demi-human race? It was just that they did not have the ability to take revenge.    

    

Now that they saw that the Demon Sect was in trouble, how could they not feel happy in their hearts?    

    

"Kill them all! Kill them all! It would be best to slaughter the entire Demon Sect! Don't let any of them get away with it!"    

    

"Puff puff puff ?"    

    

Just at this moment, seventy-two elders from the Demon Sect and one of the Vice Sect Leader s spat out a few more blood essence and entered the Dragon Mark Divine Jade Stone.    

    

Aohou!    

    

Just as the seventy-three people were about to cough up blood and wither away, an even angrier roar rang out.    

    

At the same time, the golden dragon claw pressed down fiercely.    

    

Zhang Xing's body suddenly sank down!    

    

All of the Demon Sect disciples who saw this were instantly enlivened.    

    

"Zhang Xing has also reached the point where he's burnt out. He won't be able to hold on for long!"    

    

Vice Sect Leader raised his spirits and shouted.    

    

"Elders, we need to put in more effort to kill Zhang Xing!"    

    

"Work harder?"    

    

The seventy-two elders laughed bitterly at the same time. They had just used up all the blood essence s, what was there to work harder for!    

    

Vice Sect Leader's expression darkened as well. He was the same as well!    

    

However, he gritted his teeth and madness could be seen in his eyes.    

    

"For the sake of the Demon Sect's foundation for tens of thousands of years, we can only offer it up!"    

    

"Sacrifice?" When the other elders heard this, their bodies trembled and their eyes revealed fear.    

    

Sacrifice was equivalent to losing one's soul. Who would want to die?    

    

Even if they couldn't defeat Zhang Xing, their treasure was useless, they still had a chance to live. It was still too early for them to die right now!    

    

No one wanted to force themselves into a corner until the very last moment.    

    

"Elders, do you think that Zhang Xing will let us go? If we don't suppress him now and let him catch his breath, we will all die! "    

    

The seventy-two Elders knew this principle, but they had lived like princes for hundreds of years, and had long since lost the hot-bloodedness of their youth.    

    

They became silent, and no one spoke.