Chapter 1096: Chapter 1094: Dragon Summit Inn (18)
So what exactly is the size of the entity that the ancient dragon worships?
After sitting or leaning for half a minute, Fu Qian uttered a heartfelt sigh.
The place he was currently in resembled a majestic church-like structure.
However, unlike typical churches, at the most central position there was neither a holy emblem nor a deity statue; instead, there stood a golden throne whose size even dwarfed a bed.
The design of the throne also left a deep impression, notably extreme in its simplicity and devoid of any pattern or carving; at a glance, all one could see was right angles.
Fu Qian, who had intended to assume a position that looked down upon the world, found it incredibly awkward after trying.
Nevertheless, this set-up seemed exactly like something that would descend upon it at a certain moment.
Could it be that the worshipped ancient dragon of legend was so amiable as to meet with its followers from time to time?
No wonder such a great number of relics could have been developed.
All in all, even though the two Soul Butterflies just now had been meaningless for him, he had still acquired some quite valuable information.
One piece of that information was that he seemed to have no need to proceed any further.
The appearance of the Ancient Dragon might be accompanied by even more Soul Butterflies, and undoubtedly, by more Hunters as well.
Next came the time to occupy the main hall and devise strategies.
In the next moment, Fu Qian on the golden throne had a premonition and looked up.
It was a strange feeling; despite the towering dome that covered it all, he still saw a sky full of endless bright light, and a gigantic pair of long wings gliding through it.
Truly impressive.
Could it be that the legendary Ancient Dragon was so cooperative?
Realizing that this rare and special creature had indeed made its appearance, Fu Qian admired it without missing any detail, fully engrossed in his observation.
The wings did not cast any shadow on the bright light, for, despite their exaggerated size, they were as clear and translucent as the Soul Butterflies.
In fact, it wasn’t just similar… Under the perception of a Demigod, as he “watched” that miraculous sight, Fu Qian seemed to understand why the places frequented by the Ancient Dragon had an increased number of Soul Butterflies.
On those massive wings, geometrically regular scales shone, which were identical to the wings of the Soul Butterflies.
Could it be that there was only one wing because it had essentially transformed from dragon scales?
A wondrous transformation.
It’s just a pity that, indeed, just as Old Master Tieer had said, its aggressiveness was not that strong.
After a heart-stirring appearance, most of its body did not seem to have any intention to emerge from that golden river; its wings even retracted in the next moment.
However, before the Ancient Dragon completely vanished, Fu Qian still felt a pair of colorless eyes as if piercing through the layers of space and time, gazing upon him.
In that instant, the scene he had previously seen in the reflection of the Soul Butterflies’ wings was once again reflected in the depths of his consciousness, accompanied by an even greater confusion.
…
There was divinity, but not much.
Without altering his posture in the least, Fu Qian effortlessly resisted the urge to chase after it and silently made his evaluation.
Ailina’s assessment was quite accurate; despite its dramatic appearance, this creature was fundamentally nothing more than a condensed form of special power, nowhere near on par with a true Deity.
With sufficient preparation, hunting it was not an impossibility.
While giving his critique, Fu Qian stretched out his hand and made a gentle grab in the void before him.
The next moment, an extremely sharp spike appeared out of thin air and was directly grasped by him.
The power attached to the spike was quite exaggerated, but under Fu Qian’s control, it could no longer advance an inch.
It seems that the offensive nature of this ancient dragon also varies, with a challenging spirit that grows stronger when met with strong resistance.
After taking a look at itself, the dragon actually changed its demeanor instantly, becoming fully intent on killing.
With a special impetus, this long spear not only traveled silently, but it seemed to have no physical substance before being blocked by itself; it was more than suitable for a surprise attack.
Even to achieve the best assassination effect, at the end the dragon not only shifted its gaze away but also submerged its entire body into the golden river, looking for all the world like it was about to make a low-key exit.
If it wasn’t for my professional combat training, along with my astonishing perception, at this very moment, either my soul or my body would have been pierced through.
Such disdain for a target with divinity as well?
With force in hand, the long spear directly shattered into the invisible.
In Fu Qian’s view, this was the highest probability; the opponent’s desire to kill arose the moment it detected my Demigod Tier.
At this moment, a long-bodied dragon, covered in transparent fine scales resembling Ice Crystal, has completely revealed itself high above.
Following the ineffective sneak attack, this legendary creature stopped pretending; on its outstretched wings, a dazzling light was converging, blinding to behold.
Boom!
No longer a traceless assassination attempt, the next moment the towering majestic building was pierced through by a crystal-clear meteor, which continued with unabated momentum, bearing the destructive power directly towards its target.
Well played!
Unfortunately, with a cold snort, this out-of-the-world meteor-like strike was once again halted in midair, a palm blocked its path without moving an inch.
And in the palm, a grey-white eyeball even rolled and tumbled, reflecting the brilliant figure from whence the meteor originated.
Facing a meteor far more powerful than the long spear, Fu Qian remained seated, blocking it with raw power.
“Did you think that just anyone could take this seat?”
With a disdainful sneer, Fu Qian applied force with his hand, the seemingly indestructible meteor emitted a grating noise, and exploded into pieces several seconds later, following the long spear’s fate.
“I, Lu Mou, have roamed the worldly society for decades, and the most contempt I have is for those who masquerade and play tricks. If you want my seat, then come down and have a face-to-face chat.”
Sadly, this spirited voice was like playing the lute to a cow.
The winged lizard in midair, after a brief dazed moment, actually took a deep breath-like motion.
As the meteor proved ineffective, it seemed to be preparing for the legendary Giant Dragon’s standard Skill – the dragon breath.
Unfortunately, Fu Qian ultimately didn’t get to witness what such an existence would spit out.
The next moment, a pure white arrow, radiating endless sanctity, pierced through the sky, directly entering the dragon’s belly.
Clearly, the target was precise!
Without looking, Fu Qian knew that it was the Angel wielding the bow to hunt the dragon.
The Foolish Team indeed arrived first.
And that strike just now was clearly Lorin’s doing.
Undoubtedly, under the Demigod-tier attack, the ancient dragon’s forthcoming breath was directly interrupted, and the point of impact even exploded in a flurry of illusory white feathers.
And even before the feathers had scattered, the massive figure had already vanished on the spot.