The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 10

At the same time, a rumbling noise sounded at the top of the temple as tiles and woods came crashing down. Soon, a human figure descended gracefully into the temple.

“Are you the Son of Cruor?”

Intimidating forces surrounded Jacob as he looked at the middle-aged man with a bloody cloudy behind his head. The man also wore a crown on his head and was dressed in a red and gold robe.

Sanguis quickly hid behind the Son of Cruor when he saw the mysterious and powerful Jacob before him.

At the same time, the bloody cloud rolled violently behind Son of Cruor’s head as he narrowed his eyes and demanded, “Who are you? Why do you attack the Cruor Sect’s foremost altar?”

“A pointless question.” Jacob shook his head as a fighting spirit erupted from his body like a volcano.

Boom. The air shook, and the wind howled.

Energy lingered all over Jacob’s body as he appeared in front of the Son of Cruor and punched him. A loud roar like thunder followed. It sounded like the sky was collapsing.

“Argh!”

The Son of Cruor only had time to shield himself with his arms. A colossal force crashed into him in the next second, sending him flying ten meters away.

In the aftermath, Sanguis, who stood behind Son of Cruor, turned pale and opened his mouth. He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Jacob glanced at Sanguis indifferently and punched his head before walking through the door.

On the square, Gerald, who had just destroyed a tall Cruor Sect follower, stood staring straight ahead.

Suddenly, a group of Cruor Sect followers ran panic-stricken from the back of the Cruor Temple. They were hunted by two Dragon Guardians who were bursting with lethal energy.

A petite young lady with innocent beauty ran before them.

She held an oddly-shaped dagger as she ran. Her eyes shone with relief when she saw the Son of Cruor guarded by a dozen of the Cruor Sect followers.

“Master! Please… Please save me!”

The young lady called out coquettishly as she ran. Suddenly, a wave of strong wind came from behind her.

Her expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed the shirt hem of an older follower before her.

Swoosh. Under the influence of her power, the older follower turned around partially and saw a dagger piercing his heart before dropping dead.

After killing the older follower, the young lady ran to the Son of Cruor like a frightened deer.

She glanced behind and patted her heaving chest fearfully. “Master, I almost couldn’t see you…”

The young lady was stunned as she noticed Son of Cruor’s ashen face, and his limbs hanging weakly at his sides. Furthermore, the luxurious robe that represented his esteemed status was in shreds.

The Son of Cruor looked at his youngest female disciple and forced himself to smile. “Lana, come here. I will protect you.”

“Master, you are the best!”

Lana walked softly to her master. She kept looking at the bloody cloud floating behind his head. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She glanced around and saw there were only a hundred young disciples left. The bloody cloud behind Son of Cruor’s head rolled turbulently.

Meanwhile, Jacob stood indifferently at the entrance of the main hall. Gerald and four Dragon Guardians surrounded the one thousand Cruor Sect followers like beasts targeting their prey.