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The noise was gradually becoming clearer. Xuan Hao was also getting more and more agitated.

It was not easy for his determination to maintain this level of stability. If he continued to challenge his bottom line, he might not be able to control his demonic nature. However, even though he felt powerless, Xuan Hao was still able to persevere. He was doing his best to analyze the situation in front of him, because he was afraid that his master would lose his mind and would find it hard to turn back.

Xuan Hao didn't know why this noise was produced, but he didn't want to know either. He just wanted to get to Zhong Ming as soon as possible. Just like this, as the noise continued to grow louder and louder, Xuan Hao found it harder and harder to maintain his rationality. His fixed goal gradually enlarged in his mind, even suppressing the moral belief he had just picked up.

The noise became clearer, "You are Mo Long, who are you acting so holy for?"

"Forcing what? The battlefield that you have experienced is even more cruel than this, what are you afraid of? "

"Dead people will not be revived, not to mention the people who died in this space. Their souls have already been destroyed, so what are you thinking about, blasphemy?" Is it really that funny? "

"You are just a demon dragon. There is no turning back."

… ….

Xuan Hao was exceptionally calm as he listened to these harsh words.

From the moment he had turned into a devil dragon, he had struggled day and night. He was the only surviving primordial giant dragon that the ancestors of the dragon clan and all its subjects had spared no effort to save. In order to preserve the blood of the dragon race, he could not die. For the safety of his master, Zhong Ming, he could not die. However, he could only live as a Demon Clan, and it was the survival of the Sky Demon Clan, which he hated the most, that had been instilled into his friend's memories from the very beginning.

What he was struggling for was not how to survive, but whether or not he should live in this world. He was a heavenly demon that was harmful to all races. As the prince of the dragon race, his pride did not allow him to live on in this world with this kind of dirty blood. He did not allow him to remain in this world as a scourge.

However, he did not only live for himself. He lived for the sake of his master and the blood of the dragon race, so he had always been searching for a way to dispel his own worries. Finally, a few days ago, he stopped indulging himself in these negative emotions and started to cultivate instead. Only now did he realize that he might be able to control his own fate and not become a disaster.

From that moment onwards, he no longer cared about his Heavenly Demon bloodline. His pride was insignificant in the face of the heavy responsibility that he had to bear in his life. The reason for his hesitation was that he would let the people around him enter the path of evil at any time because of him, so he didn't want to harm anyone around him.

With great difficulty, he managed to figure out a joint. In front of reality, he had fallen into another strange circle.

On the one hand, he felt that those words were very reasonable. On the other hand, he was stuck with the legacy of the ancient era, and did not want to back down. Although respecting the dead remains a matter of great importance and fulfilment for the vast majority of people who have not lost their conscience, there is a certain amount of waste of time and affectation in this kind of crisis.

He let out a soft chuckle. His gaze no longer hesitated, as if he had come to a conclusion.

Now that his master's life was in danger, he was stuck in a dilemma.

At the end of the day, besides respecting the dead, Xuan Hao also felt that it was too dirty. After clearing his mind, he ignored the various extremely foolish voices that were echoing in his mind, completely stepping over the hurdle in his heart.

Those who had died at some unknown time, or perhaps they were not human, had nothing to do with him. Respect was a quality that was shown when one's abilities were within the limits of their abilities. However, in such an urgent situation, respect in the face of human life seemed insignificant.

Xuan Hao had actually drilled into the space even before he landed on the ground. If he wanted to leave the space now, he would definitely be in the middle of a pile of corpses. He did not know what space had become now, but as long as it had become a substance, it would be affected by gravity and eventually land on the ground.

Xuan Hao took a deep breath and took a step forward. His gaze was firm as he raised his hand. He was about to leave the space.

The instant he exited the space, Xuan Hao wrapped himself in a barrier and completely confirmed his plan of action.

He planned to use teleportation to avoid contact with the corpses as much as possible. It was to respect the dead while at the same time preventing them from being in danger.

Zhong Ming released two big moves consecutively without recovering his Spiritual Energy s. His spirit ocean was slightly drained and the Spiritual Sense was also affected. His pale face unconsciously revealed a tired expression.

The wound on Zhong Ming's hand was almost healed, and that was under the condition that he didn't use any medicine. It had been almost a day since he had entered this space. Under normal circumstances, however, wounds would not heal so quickly. Zhong Ming looked at the wound on his hand in confusion and revealed a puzzled expression.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, his long and narrow almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, and the tail of his eyes was raised. From afar, he looked like an aloof and noble young master who didn't understand the affairs of the world. In this short span of less than a day, this person had completely changed his temperament.

He was now like a child, acting only in accordance with his own nature, without any concern for the consequences of this matter. His mind was completely suppressed, and all that was left in his mind was violence and decisiveness. From this point of view, even if Zhong Ming was crazy, he still had his own style.

His subconscious thought that he was looking for someone, but he didn't know who he was looking for. That was why he created such a huge commotion that was equivalent to a nuclear explosion on Earth, exposing his position and telling others to come find him. He had created such a huge explosion and was not afraid of it affecting him. If there was someone else present, they would probably be scared out of their wits. He had never seen a bomb that could pull him into the explosion.

However, Zhong Ming had also made two big noises. It was unknown whether it was due to Zhong Ming's luck or his subconscious being so impressed with the ability to manipulate things. Even if he was mad, he had such a strong and precise control ability. During these two times of commotion, he hadn't hurt himself once.

His figure was tall and straight as he stood on top of a massive stone pillar. He lowered his head to look at the pink and tender scars on his injured hand, and a strange feeling of contradiction was evident. His handsome and cold face should have been as cold as Ice's, but now he revealed such a childish expression of doubt, and his black clothes and black hair made him seem very inhuman.

Zhong Ming didn't know how to regain his strength. He only felt that he wasn't feeling well anymore. However, his desire to destroy hadn't been completely satisfied, so he could only stand on the spot in a daze.2

While Zhong Ming was still in a daze, Xuan Hao made rapid progress.

Xuan Hao had indeed fallen into a pile of corpses. From this pile of Hero's corpses, it could be seen that he had fallen at the bottom of the cliff, which was still quite far from where Zhong Ming was. It was not easy to determine his position after falling off the cliff. Moreover, Zhong Ming had only created two noises at the bottom of the cliff. It was impossible to determine where he was after selecting him. However, it was not his style to sit still and wait for death.

Xuan Hao chose to continue moving forward. Although his movement technique wasn't good, the dragon race still had the foundation of their skills. Moreover, his physical fitness was very strong. There was no way he could compete in speed. Thus, he dared to be so confident and blindly searched for it. He felt that even if he found the wrong place, he wouldn't be able to travel through this area for long. Sooner or later, he would be able to find Zhong Ming. But now, he couldn't help but have some expectations. He wanted Zhong Ming to use another big move so that he could accurately determine his position.

But to place one's hopes on a person who is completely bereft is a foolish thing known to the world. Xuan Hao only thought about it.

He was constantly flashing around. If there was an outsider watching him, they would only be able to see a flickering black shadow. Xuan Hao's goal was clear, and his direction was straight, without the slightest change.

Xuan Hao quickly skimmed past the corpse. In less than fifteen minutes, he arrived at an empty area.

He didn't know the power of the mushroom cloud nor what would happen to Zhong Ming after the mushroom cloud exploded. But at this moment, when he looked at the huge open space and the huge web of rock pillars interweaving above the open space, he inexplicably felt that he was close to Zhong Ming's location.

He stopped. He could only say his intuition why he could feel Zhong Ming nearby. However, when he looked at the corpses around him which were lying neatly on the ground, he felt more and more that Zhong Ming had made these open spaces.

He turned around and looked at the corpses. They were still alive. There were no bugs, no crows, and no disgusting smell. That's right, this was the thing that he had always felt strange about. If these corpses belonged to the seniors who had died a long time ago, then only eerie white bones would remain. Even if they were underground, they shouldn't have been so unharmed.

Xuan Hao changed his mind. If such a disgusting and terrifying monster could exist in this space, then this bit of strangeness was nothing. Thus, he suppressed the doubt in his heart. He raised his head and looked into the sky. These pillars rose up from the ground, and they were as sinister as trees as they grew towards the sky. It didn't look weathered at all, and instead had a rugged appearance. On the contrary, it looked very flat on the outside.

Xuan Hao agilely leapt onto a stone pillar that was closest to him. With light steps, he walked up to the top of the stone pillar.

He made up his mind. Although he didn't know if there was any danger above his eyeballs, he felt that if he stood at a higher place, his field of vision would be wider. He would definitely be able to see a black figure — Zhong Ming.

Just as he had hoped, when he reached the top, he saw a black figure standing not far away, looking down in contemplation.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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