The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Chapter 1292 - 1291: Crushing the Black-Haired

"The Lion King's crystal core, oh my, it really is in my hand?"Tang Rao held the crystal core, still not recovered from his surprise.

"If you don't believe it, you can give it to me to verify it."

The Seven-colored Dragon was joking, wasn't it? The crystal core would be of no use to it, but if the Seven-colored Dragon actually got it, who knows what kind of excessive demands it might make when Tang Rao wanted it back.

"No need, no need, I believe it's real. Well, I'm off once I get the thing."

The image of the Seven-colored Dragon tearing apart the Lion King was still vivid in Tang Rao's mind. Tang Rao knew that thinking about defeating the Seven-colored Dragon was a daydream; obtaining the Lion King's crystal core was already today's biggest gain.

"So, Tang Rao, you lured down the beast tide just to block my path and keep the Seven-colored Dragon for yourself?"

Just as Tang Rao was about to leave, Black Hair appeared on the mountain top, gravely injured.

From his appearance, it was evident that Black Hair was seriously hurt.

"Black Hair, you lured the beast tide. Are you having memory issues that need my reminder?"

Previously energetic Black Hair might have posed a threat to Tang Rao, but in his current condition, defeating Black Hair would be a piece of cake for Tang Rao.

"I don't need reminders; I only know the Seven-colored Dragon is mine. Don't even think about it!"

Many people are afraid of dying, but Tang Rao hadn't seen two seeking death.

Black Hair asked for it, and Tang Rao kindly advised him, tried to save him, but Black Hair was ungrateful, which made the situation awkward.

"The Seven-colored Dragon belongs to itself. There, head home; talking more is pointless. If you seek death, I'm not the one to stop you."

It seemed Black Hair didn't take Tang Rao's words to heart.

"Tang Rao, if you know what's good for you, get lost!"

Tang Rao had already stepped aside, letting Black Hair go to his death. At this point, Tang Rao wanted to help Black Hair more but had no means to do so.

"I've stepped aside, so now I'll watch you take down the Seven-colored Dragon and achieve your goal."

Without Tang Rao's involvement, Black Hair felt things became a lot simpler.

Because the Seven-colored Dragon owed a favor to Tang Rao, it was really good to him, but with Black Hair, who could never impress the Seven-colored Dragon, its attitude was significantly colder.

"Thank you then."

Black Hair drew out the Dragon Slayer Blade. Why was he so confident in his strength? Because he had a powerful weapon!

One Dragon Slayer Blade was enough to kill the Seven-colored Dragon.

This was the saying passed down by his ancestors.

"Thief Dragon, today is your death day. I'll make sure you come to Lion Mountain and never return."

Black Hair showed no courtesy to the Seven-colored Dragon, not realizing it was his elder and deserved respect.

The Seven-colored Dragon was in a particularly bad mood.

It only wished to return to its Dragon Mountain. Returning from its travels, Dragon Mountain had become Lion Mountain, and the original king was now dethroned by the Lion King?

Its home was taken over, it was inadvertently drugged by the Lion King, its dignity was challenged, adding to its already foul mood, now faced with a thoughtless individual making its anger possible.

"Ignorant fool!"

The scales of the Seven-colored Dragon still shimmered with seven colors; as long as they didn't change color, it indicated it wasn't yet truly enraged.

According to Black Hair's old book, if the Seven-colored Dragon got angry, it would turn entirely red, its rage capable of shaking the heavens.

Black Hair's provocation hadn't genuinely concerned the Seven-colored Dragon.

A gust of wind blew, messing up Black Hair's hair and disheveling his robe. With the Dragon Slayer Blade in his right hand, he appeared more like a beggar than a warrior.

No, even a beggar looked better than Black Hair's amateurish style.

Gripping the Dragon Slayer Blade, Black Hair charged towards the Seven-colored Dragon at what he thought was his fastest speed. Forty meters away from the Seven-colored Dragon, he abruptly stopped, not by choice, but because something blocking his path suddenly appeared, invisible yet tangible, leaving Black Hair helpless.

"Tang Rao, lad, he's not a demon beast, doesn't have a crystal core. How do you plan to deal with him?"

No crystal core, unsure how to handle him—his presence seemed worthless to the Seven-colored Dragon, akin to a coreless crystal, annoying Black Hair greatly.

"I'll kill you!"

Realizing the gap between him and the Seven-colored Dragon, Black Hair lost his composure.

"I don't want to kill someone with mental issues; it'll lower my intelligence."

The Seven-colored Dragon spoke bluntly.

Calling Black Hair mentally challenged was one thing, yet disdainfully looking down on him further embarrassed Black Hair.

Black Hair went mad, furiously striking the barrier that thwarted him in futility.

"Someone this dumb isn't fit for survival; better let him die."

The Seven-colored Dragon merely waved a claw, the barrier hit Black Hair, and without a sound, he collapsed on the ground.

"Impressive skill, good thing I didn't provoke this behemoth."

Tang Rao muttered under his breath but then stopped when he saw the Seven-colored Dragon noticed him.

"Young man, thank you for saving me."

The Seven-colored Dragon descended from the sky, its two small wings buzzing, keeping it airborne without touching the ground.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. If I had known you were this strong, I would've demanded something before saving you. Ah, but today I'll consider it an act of kindness."

What Tang Rao thought, he bluntly spoke.

It was the first time the Seven-colored Dragon met such a straightforward young man, and it wasn't used to it.

"Is there anything you need me to help you with, except for my crystal core?"

The Seven-colored Dragon covered its head, where its crystal core resided.

"Rest assured, I wouldn't do such a thing. Although I do want the crystal core, my requests are simple: there are lots of heavenly treasures here on Lion Mountain, could you let my people fetch some, and in the Demon Beast Burial Ground, I'd like to look for some crystal cores. Just those two things, what do you think?"

Small requests shouldn't be too difficult for the Seven-colored Dragon.

"Heavenly treasures are no problem; take as much as you want from Dragon Mountain. But for crystal cores... I have to be responsible for my clan and my subordinates. Even in death, I want them to die with dignity. Don't you agree?"

Such concern for future generations was something Tang Rao could understand.

But the issue remained—without enough crystal cores, how would Tang Rao get past the Mad Woman?