Chapter 1179: A Dying Man Is Only As Good As His Word (1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zuo Daoming was furious.

He was not miffed because he was going to die after coming all this way, but because he could not tolerate being humiliated like this.

Cannon fodder for dragons? He could not tolerate it.

As a human, he only wanted to have control over his life.

He was humble and polite, but he refused to be branded as food for some beast.

Even if it was the truth, he would not accept it.

He would not despair.

Even if he died, he would go down on his own terms.

He activated all the methods his Master had left him.

It even activated the dragon bloodline in his body.

“You’re angry? Are you unwilling to admit that you are a bastard? If you don’t want to admit that, why use your dragon bloodline? Perhaps you want to be a dragon instead of a human? What are humans anyway? Lowly creatures who are only worthy of being their ancestor’s food.”

Zuo Daoming ignored the Black Dragon’s words.

Since he was born with the dragon’s bloodline, it did not matter how much this dragon slandered it. It was his bloodline, and he would not reject it.

He was born and raised by his parents. They loved him. So, why would he despise something that they had left behind?

To change others’ perceptions, one must first change their own perception of themselves.

“I always thought that dragons were great and needed to be shown proper respect. But after seeing you today, I realize I was wrong,” he said icily.

“What use is your respect?” The Black Dragon sneered.

Their respect and methods were nothing to the dragons.

Zuo Daoming did not speak again. Instead, he held the pickaxe in his hand and poured all his strength into it.

For a moment, it glowed brightly. This light broke through the restraints. He then leaped and headed toward the dragon.

This strike was everything Zuo Daoming had.

At the same time, the other magic treasures on his body moved backward.

It covered the three juniors.

It did not matter if he died here, but he had to protect his juniors who had followed him all this way.

If it were not for his quest, would they have been in such danger?

Xia Liang was covered by the defense magic, but in an instant, his offensive magic veered out and attacked the Black Dragon.

The other two also reacted, but in the end, they were covered by the defensive magic treasure and began to move outside.

Boom!

The forces collided.

Xia Liang and the other two were wrapped in magic and broke through the door. It moved them outside.

“Have you heard about the saying of an ant trying to shake a tree?” The Black Dragon sneered. “Your actions are so funny to me.”

The dragon’s energy surged.

It covered everything around it, including the three people who were escaping.

The three of them bounced back and fell to the ground.

Zuo Daoming was also hit by the powerful backlash. He bled profusely, but he was still trying to break through the Black Dragon’s defenses.

However, the dragon’s energy surged and collided with him. He was sent flying. The pickaxe almost fell out of his hand, but he held onto it tightly.

He had come here with the belief that this object was his last shot at survival.

He fell heavily before the other three people. He was bleeding too much.

The force dispersed, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

“Senior Brother!” The three others were shocked.

Cheng Ling helped Zuo Daoming up.

His vision was blurry and stained with blood, but Zuo Daoming could still see his three juniors.

“Why are you all still here?!” he asked.

“They can’t escape,” said the Black Dragon with a smile as he walked out of the coffin. “Let me eat you first. As for your friends, I’ll send them down with you soon enough. “The treasure in your hand is quite good. It’s mine now.”

As he spoke, the Black Dragon reached out to kill Zuo Daoming and snatch the pickaxe.

However, when the dragon energy approached Zuo Daoming, suddenly a flash of a blade appeared.

Crash!

The blade shattered the dragon’s energy and aimed straight at the Black Dragon.

“Who is it?!” The Black Dragon was shocked.

Dragon energy surged to resist the blade.

Bam!

The forces collided, and the impact shook the surrounding walls.

After the shockwaves dissipated, the Black Dragon looked toward the entrance.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside.

Then, a calm voice said, “Brother Li, someone wants to snatch my things away. What do you think we should do?”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“I’m about to die. Do you bully someone who’s about to die? Isn’t that a bit too much?”

“But he’s just a little minnow. Can he even take your things? Are you going to incriminate him? Really?”

“Brother Li, you’re wrong. I am about to die. A dying man is only as good as his word. How could I hurt someone in my state? Besides, he won’t like you saying something like that. That’s a Black Dragon, not some little minnow!”

The two people talked casually. Their voices got louder and closer.

They seemed nonchalant, as though they did not care about what was going on here.

“Is someone coming to rescue us?” Dongfang Jing looked behind her in confusion.

Zuo Daoming held the pickaxe in his hand. He could feel it. The owner of the pickaxe had arrived, and somehow, he felt that his dark fate had encountered a bright light.

So, was there still some hope?

He had always thought that he would dig up some glimmer of hope with this pickaxe, but it never crossed his mind that the three-year deadline would be something that brought hope to him instead.

The Black Dragon’s face darkened as he looked outside.

Two figures entered from the door.

One was dressed in a white robe like a scholar, while the other looked to be middle-aged.

The Black Dragon fixed his gaze on the white-robed scholar and furrowed his brows. “You’re human?”

“Am I?” Jiang Hao opened his folding fan and looked at the withered old man.

“You’re… a human,” said the Black Dragon in some confusion. Then, he said firmly, “You are indeed a human.”