DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 355: Ancient Slaughter Dragon
In a city without owners.
There were always gods and deities gathered, discussing the events of the past few days and the news that had been spread.
"Have you heard? The most powerful expert in the past, Joelson, has returned! He's not dead!"
"Who in the whole city without an owner who doesn't know this news?"
"A few days ago, someone went to confirm. They did see Joelson. Moreover, the Terance palace was seamlessly split into two!"
"Terance wasn't angry at all. Only the master can do that. It seems the news is true."
"There was news yesterday. According to Jeremy, the winner of the Selection Day could not leave the Land of Slaughter. Instead, they would be killed and become food for others!"
"Is that true?"
"Of course it's true. Even without Jeremy's explanation, I can guess. If the winner can gain freedom, why does the strongest stay here?"
"That makes sense."
"Doesn't that mean we were raised like pigs here, waiting to be slaughtered at any moment?"
At this point, everyone fell silent, showing shock or fear.
There were also some who seemed to know about the Selection Day conspiracy, showing a hint of despair in their calm expressions.
"So what? After all, with our strength, we have no chance of becoming a winner."
"But this is hope! The only hope in this cage! In the past, there was still a glimmer of hope for the victor to leave this place in the Land of Slaughter but now, regardless of whether we become winners or losers, the result is death!"
"If he lived in the Land of Slaughter, he would be killed sooner or later!"
Suddenly, someone seemed to think of something and hurriedly shouted.
"Not good! My friend is preparing to enter the top 100. He wanted to leave the Land of Slaughter on the next screening day. He doesn't know the news yet. I have to tell him!"
Hearing this, some people immediately reacted. They turned into rays of light along with that person and flew out of the city.
This scene was repeated throughout the city without any owner.
As these people left, the news continued to spread to the Land of Slaughter.
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In the farm room.
Joelson hasn't been unemployed for the past few days. He asked Terance to send people to gather all the pieces of slaughter in the Slaughter Land. Now, they're stacked in the farm room.
There were about a few hundred massacres. Joelson didn't expect to have so much. So many slaughter fruits had exceeded what he expected to gather.
He had only seen a few strange little trees with the fruit of slaughter in the Land of Slaughter.
However, according to Terance, most of the strange little trees were monopolized by the strongest. The reason why they could gather so much was because the strongest had heard the news and sent them on their own accord to curry favor with Joelson.
Next to the pile of slaughter fruits were dozens of slaughter-type god fruits plucked from the god tree.
Fenrir drooled as he looked from the side. He continued to sniff out the fragrance coming from the fruits.
"Eat," said Joelson.
"Rubber!"
Fenrir growled and licked Joelson's face several times. Then, along with the grass on the ground, he swallowed two piles of fruit in one gulp.
Joelson laughed bitterly. Looking at the huge hole in the ground that was starting to recover and the grass that was growing, he did not know what to say.
This greedy little boy was too anxious.
After eating the fruit, Fenrir's aura once again rose explosively. The blood-red scales covering his body became increasingly dazzling, as if droplets of blood would drip out at any moment.
However, Fenrir still had not broken through to the demigod level. He let out a low growl.
Joelson stroked Fenrir's large head, calming him down.
Even he was a bit surprised. These fruits added together were enough to allow an ordinary god to advance to the peak of the demigod level!
But Fenrir, who had been a peak-level god from the beginning, was actually unable to break through to the demigod level after eating it.
Joelson was not disappointed. Instead, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
As expected of a giant slaughter dragon. The potential is really huge.
If he wanted to get up and change, it seemed like he would still have to go through the forging of the Dragon God Arena.
He had yet to ascend to the level of a demigod, but Fenrir's current strength was only slightly inferior to a demi-god.
Fenrir seems to suffer from the fact that he has not become a demigod. He seems very frustrated.
With a low growl, he flapped his wings and flew into the Dragon God Arena.
Joelson flew to the Dragon God Arena as well, nodding.
He was very satisfied with Fenrir's persistence. Slaughter dragons were born with a natural love for battle. Fenrir was just born a month ago and, after several defeats, he has already won fourteen matches.
Only the final battle was left which allowed him to finish all the battles in the Dragon God Arena before he became a demigod.
In the ranch room, before all the dragons became saints, they would have five chances to fight in the Dragon God Arena. As long as they won five battles, they would have to wait until they became saints. When a saint became a god, they would have five more chances to fight.
And now, Fenrir would fight in the final battle before he became a demigod.
Joelson's gaze turned to Fenrir in the arena, a hint of worry appearing on his face.
His opponent was also a gigantic slaughter dragon and his cultivation level was the same. It was just that it was an ancient slaughter dragon.
Fenrir's thick, sharp, blade-like claws ruthlessly slashed through the dragon's soul body.
However, they did not tear the dragon soul in half. They left only a few bloody scars.
The dragon soul resisted Fenrir's attack and quickly counterattacked. It also slashed Fenrir's chest with its claws, leaving a deep mark. A large amount of blood gushed out from him.
"Rubber!"
Fenrir was hit by claws on the ground. He felt great pain and roared furiously. He flew again and attacked the dragon soul ghost.
Facing the ghost of the dragon soul, Fenrir was constantly frustrated. The wounds on his body gradually got worse.
Joelson's brows were tightly furrowed and his gaze was serious.
Although he knew that Fenrir would not really be in danger in the Dragon God Arena, every giant dragon was like his son and he could not help but worry.
He wanted to admit defeat several times but, in the end, he forcefully endured it.
Without experiencing the most cruel test, he would not be able to possess the most powerful strength.
"Is that not enough?"
Looking at Fenrir, who was covered in wounds and about to be defeated, Joelson sighed.
Just as he was about to admit defeat, a dragon roar sounded.
"Rubber!"
Fenrir roared furiously. Blood mist filled the air around his body. The wounds on his body quickly recovered and his aura once again surged.
The two piles of fruit he had just eaten contained a large amount of slaughter laws within his body.
After experiencing a cruel battle, it completely digested him at this moment.
Fenrir's figure had also grown over a hundred yards. He was even bigger than the dragon soul ghost. His strength was also not inferior to the dragon soul.
His ruby-like eyes lit up with a strong fighting intent.