Super Dragon Cultivation System

"Trying to escape? Hmph! Since you're here, then stay!"    

Zhang Xing sneered and stared at one of the assassins. His body instantly disappeared from the Dragon Island.    

When he reappeared, he was already behind the assassin. With a flash of cold light, the kitchen knife quietly shot into his mouth from the back of his head.    

Zhang Xing did not stop. He chased after the other assassin. At the same time, he held the kitchen knife in his left hand.    

When the remaining eight assassins saw that another companion had died, they fled with all their might.    

However, they had just escaped more than 800 meters away when they stopped in their tracks.    

A Giant dragon appeared a dozen meters in front of each of them, blocking their path.    

"This... How is this possible? Didn't you all leave the Tianya Mountain's range?"    

The assassins were shocked and asked at the same time.    

"Kakaka! This question is too stupid. You don't need to answer it. Can't you come back after leaving?"    

Black Treasure laughed and wagged his tail proudly.    

These idiots, how do you know that within this range, we can receive a single thought from our boss?    

Even though he's no match for you Samsung Warlords, he can still stall us for a period of time.    

This scene also happened to the other dragons, but the conversation was different.    

"Those who block me will die!"    

The killers had no other choice but to charge.    

For a moment, the eight dragons and the eight assassins were fighting.    

The strength of the Class VII dragon was equivalent to a one-star Combat Venerable, but Black Treasure and the others had Third Level Ancient Bloodline, so their strength was a level higher.    

They were slightly stronger than 2-Star Warlord. However, they were not a match for a Three Star Combat Venerable.    

It wasn't easy for a Three Star Combat Venerable to kill a Class VII dragon, and he would have to pay a hefty price.    

The eight assassins were anxious to death. With the Giant dragon blocking their path, and Deicide and Zhang Xing, their chances of survival had dropped to the lowest point.    

All of them began to doubt their lives. Why was it like this?    

The monstrous Zhang Xing wasn't Dongfang Zhaoyang's disciple. Then, where did his cultivation level come from?    

He was only around ten years old, but he was already a First Star Venerable. He was four or five times more monstrous than Dongfang Zhaoyang.    

The eighteen Third Star Venerable assassins were all killed by him and fled for their lives. In this world, in this world, who could compare to him?    

At this rate, he might not even be twenty years old... Zhang Xing had become an f * cking saint.    

What would happen to the headquarters of the assassins? Should he kill them or not? He was afraid that they would be killed.    

"Damn Black Dragon! Get out of my way! I'm going to fight you to the death!"    

An assassin who had been fighting Black Treasure for a long time was unable to attack him. Both of his eyes turned red as he roared loudly. He unleashed all of his cultivation level, and without dodging Black Treasure's giant claw, he thrust his sword towards Black Treasure's vitals in his abdomen.    

Black Treasure smiled coldly. Who was afraid of fighting with his life on the line? Unless you can kill me with your sword.    

Besides, you won't have the chance to fight me with your life on the line, because... the boss is right behind you!    

Puchi!    

The assassin's thin sword was about to pierce through Black Treasure's abdomen.    

His eyes lit up, and an excited expression appeared on his face.    

As long as he could severely injure this Black Dragon, he would be able to escape!    

However, just as the thin sword's tip of sword was still some distance away from Black Treasure's dragon scale...    

A saber light flashed behind him, and a small saber shot out from his mouth.    

The assassin instantly lost all his strength. No matter what, the thin sword in his hand was unable to pierce half an inch forward.    

Before he died, he saw the three-inch kitchen knife in Zhang Xing's hand.    

"Hmph! You're courting death!"    

He looked at the corpse falling from the sky in disdain.    

Black Treasure was fearless in the face of danger. He didn't even frown. He felt that he was a great general.    

Zhang Xing gave him a thumbs up in praise. Black Treasure was even more proud of himself when he pointed at Black Treasure.