Ning Zheng was forcefully knocked flying.
He slowly stood up, feeling as if the opponent was a true monster.
At this moment, he truly sensed the strength and terror of the Dragon Race; no wonder they were regarded as the strongest race, born from the integration of all powerful beings of the Nine-State.
Compared to Giant Dragons, Human Race in the same realm were like weak ants attacking a tiger.
The reason humans could defeat dragons was because dragon's divine techniques were fixed, allowing Dragon-slaying Magical Artifacts to be targeted... Moreover, they held the advantage of fast reproduction and iteration, beating quality with quantity.
"If you retreat now, there's still time!"
This Nine-headed Dragon Emperor slowly spoke, looking at the unmoving Ning Zheng with a slight frown, "We are living beings, not the Pure Soul Bodies of Embers; as long as we retract our souls, your soul poison isn't very effective against us."
