Samsara Online

With nothing more to say, Long Bai walked towards the inert body of the giant Abyssal Dragon and when he reached his side he couldn’t help but sigh as a complex look glittered in his eyes.

Dragons were existences with powerful vitality. For them, living for a few thousand years was no big deal; in fact, those dragons less than a thousand years old that to humans were old monsters were actually considered adolescents within the dragon race.

Of course, the lifespan of each dragon depended very much on the strength of that dragon. For example, Long Bai himself was a Saint grade dragon, the absolute peak of this world; he had already lived for almost a hundred thousand years and had barely entered old age.

However, the Abyssal Dragon was only a small dragon that had barely lived for a little over seven hundred years... Such an amount of time meant several human generations, but for the dragons, it was only the beginning.

Among the dragon race, the Abyssal Dragon could be considered an absolute genius who managed to reach the Saint grade at such an age. Even if it was just the beginning and he had not yet reached his true potential, he was a powerful genius of the dragon race Saint grade; this was an undeniable fact.

Unlike the human race that delighted in and laughed at other people’s misfortune, the dragon race was a very close race. Dragons had a low birth rate so they were always relatively few in number; this led to them all caring for each other and cherishing each other.

"What a pity... Really what a pity..." Long Bai stroked the young dragon’s head as he sighed tirelessly.

Even if the Abyssal Dragon did not belong to the Adastreia Continent and was from another continent far away, Long Bai did not care; nothing changed the fact that he was a dragon, a member of the dragon race.

A genius whose talent might even be higher than his own had actually died just like that, was something that the mighty Light Saint Dragon was very hurt by. Unfortunately, even though he was one of the most powerful creatures in existence, there was nothing he could do about it. Just like the NPCs, when a boss or any other living being in this world died it meant eternal death with no chance of ever returning.

Or at least that was the natural rule known to all.

Xie Feng noticed the aura of grief and sorrow surrounding the dragon race elder. Considering that Long Bai had helped him in the past and treated him with respect even though he was clearly countless times stronger than him, Xie Feng hoped he could somehow return the favor.

After hesitating for a moment, he approached Xie Yao and whispered something in her ear.

Her ear turned slightly red as she felt his breath so close but was soon surprised to the point where her sweet little mouth had comically opened wide.

"Big brother Xie Feng you... Are you sure you’re feeling good?" Xie Yao couldn’t help but reach out a hand and touch Xie Feng’s forehead as if she was confirming his temperature.

That’s how surprised she was.

Xie Feng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this girl’s gestures. He took her hand gently between his and nodded with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Xie Yao finally did not hesitate and nodded before walking forward.

"King Hu Yi, I will trouble you to help us group the bodies of the fallen soldiers." Xie Feng looked at the king beside him and announced.

King Hu Yi’s face lit up upon hearing this. It was finally going to begin! Extremely excited, the king ran at full speed and began to approach the body of the soldiers who were farthest away.

"He is a good king." Mu Wuying could not help but praise seeing how a prestigious king and a powerful Heaven grade boss was working hard and carefully moving the bodies of the soldiers who lost their lives during the previous battle.

The other girls could not help but nod as well.

In the history of mankind, how many kings bravely advanced to the battlefield? Moreover, how many kings made the effort to actually take care of the dead with their own hands? No, to begin with, was there even one?

"Yes, he is." Xie Feng nodded and as he looked at King Hu Yi’s back he let out a complicated sigh that no one but himself could understand.

I only hope that he is willing to challenge the heavens... Otherwise, we might end up being enemies. Xie Feng thought as he followed after Xie Yao.

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Long Bai’s eyes lit up when he saw Xie Yao’s skill. He looked at the young girl in front of him and then at Xie Feng before sighing with a relieved and relaxed smile, "As expected. Even the beauties beside you are monsters."

"I’ll take that as praise." Xie Feng had no sense of shame and nodded.

"Do it, it was a compliment." Long Bai shook his head before looking at Xie Yao with soft eyes. "Child, how did you fall in love with this brat? Your soul is as pure as the brightest diamond in the world while this kid’s soul is simply a mess surrounded by massacre and destruction."

"Hey..." The corner of Xie Feng’s mouth constricted several times and he had to fight the urge to want to punch the elder dragon.

Han Xue Nai had mentioned earlier that Xie Yao’s soul was extremely pure while his was simply a mess. What was wrong with these people?

Xie Yao blushed when she heard the Light Saint Dragon’s words, however, she honestly answered what she felt: "Lord Long Bai, when a person is in love, they don’t know the reason for their love. They don’t know why their heart beats so strongly in the presence of that person, nor do they know why they would even be willing to sacrifice their last drop of blood for that person’s good... It just happens."

"Forget it, I shouldn’t have asked." Long Bai sighed. He looked at her with a friendly smile and asked, "Can we start? You don’t need to worry about anything, I’ll take care of everything if anything goes wrong."

Xie Yao looked at Xie Feng for approval.

"Just a moment, we are also taking care of the soldiers who lost their lives." Xie Feng looked at King Hu Yi and noticed that the king was carefully inspecting the distance, making sure everyone was within the area of effect again and again for fear of committing a fatal mistake from which there was no turning back.