Jonavili's eyes turned cold, but she still spoke with a feigned air of ease.
"Hehehe... You keep calling us weaklings. Since we are truly so weak, why don't you dare to make a bet?
"Besides, it is so lonely in this mana crystal mine. Don't you want to have a few more companions?
Having a true dragon as a servant would certainly be a great point of pride if word got out, and besides..."
Jonavili revealed a wicked grin, understanding the nature of the dragon race all too well.
"Defeating a true dragon as an earth dragon would be an supreme honor. If word of this spread, I wonder if you would receive the admiration of the entire dragon race? So..."
Jonavili left the rest unsaid, but the meaning was already crystal clear. Beside her, Furiel, being a pure-blooded true dragon, felt extremely uncomfortable hearing Jonavili speak this way, even though she knew Jonavili was just being persuasive.
As great true dragons, they should fight fair and square, not rely on such methods.
Qiao's string of reason snapped completely, and he let out a wicked laugh.
"Fine! Let me test your worth. Don't go crying when the time comes!"
Jonavili tilted her head back slightly, looking down at the two dragons below her with contempt, her gaze becoming even colder when it landed on Qiao.
She raised her right claw and flipped her middle claw-finger, her tone provocative.
"Come at me, small fry."
With those words, Jonavili used her mana to condense a contract scroll. After dripping her and Furiel's dragon blood onto it, it floated before Qiao and Mofana.
Qiao did not hesitate and added his own blood, but Mofana beside him did not move.
"Hey, what are you dazing off for? Hurry up. Don't let these two arrogant fools look down on us."
Qiao urged her from a short distance away, but in the next second, a scene occurred that caught every dragon present off guard.
Mofana raised her dragon head, her expression indifferent.
"I refuse this bet."
The scene fell into a dead silence for ten full seconds. Then, a light chuckle rang out, carrying a hint of helplessness in its tone.
"Hah... Smart. In that case... the contract is void!"
Jonavili suddenly turned fierce and directly dissipated the contract scroll. In the next instant, Furiel snapped into action, charging in front of Qiao.
Before he could react, Furiel whipped her tail out, snapping it against Qiao's dragon head. The immense force caused his head to jerk aside, leaving him stunned on the spot, unable to process what had happened.
In the next second, a blinding Star Silver Breath shot out. Alarm bells rang in Furiel's mind, and she immediately activated [Spatial Flicker] to leave the spot.
The thick breath ray missed its target and struck the wall.
By this time, Jonavili's breath had finished charging, and she unleashed her most powerful linear [Frost Breath].
Boom!
The ice-blue [Frost Breath] grazed the tail end of the Star Silver Breath and hit Qiao's head head-on. Powerful frost instantly condensed over his dragon head, and his fire-red crystalline scales were covered in ice.
Mofana immediately prepared to help. She knew very well that although these two wyrmlings were low in rank, they were extremely dangerous elements given their current state.
But just as she was about to act, the space in front of her distorted. In the next second, a fiery red dragon shadow rushed out, accompanied by a blast of fire breath.
Everything happened in a flash. Mofana only had time to widen her draconic eyes. Although she saw Furiel's movements clearly, her agility was not high enough to dodge.
Boom!
The fire breath hit her point-blank. Mofana felt her head spin, and before she could react, she felt something powerful grab her dragon horn.
'What is happening?'
That was the thought in her mind. In the next second, her heart filled with sudden horror as Furiel, who was only ten-odd meters long, used her dragon horn to perform an over-the-shoulder throw.
Boom—
'This strength... something is wrong!!'
One must understand that as a creature nearly a hundred meters long, her muscle density was incredibly high, not to mention her dragon scales... Thus, her weight reached an extremely terrifying level.
Jonavili was also stunned by the commotion on that side. Even with her own formidable strength, she admitted it would be difficult for her to grab Mofana's horn for an over-the-shoulder throw.
"Fuck! That's way over the limit. I remember what that's called... Oh right, might to move mountains and spirit to cover the world!"
"Mhm, indeed."
An agreement came from the side. Jonavili was startled and turned to look, meeting a pair of massive red vertical pupils.
Seeing the little wyrmling looking over, Qiao gave a sheepish grin.
"Well, you see, it's not like I don't want to fight..."
Before he could finish, Jonavili had already deployed an ice-blue magic circle.
"[Ice Imprisonment]!"
Instantly, the ice-blue magic circle split into five, appearing on Qiao's four limbs and tail in a flash.
Immediately, the magic circles condensed into solid ice, pinning him to the spot.
...
After more than half an hour, the battle finally ended.
Jonavili flew in mid-air, panting heavily. Looking at the nearly exhausted Qiao, she slightly parted her draconic snout.
"It seems I've won this battle."
Qiao lay on the ground with a face full of indignation.
"Damn it—if I hadn't been drained so much by Mofana, and if I hadn't been unaware of your abilities..."
Jonavili knew he was unconvinced, so she flapped her dragon wings and landed in front of him.
Even though Qiao was lying on the ground, he was still much taller than Jonavili.
Jonavili adjusted her height so that their gazes were in a position of looking down and looking up.
"Small fry are just small fry, not even daring to admit defeat. Hehehe."
Qiao gave a light laugh. He was actually quite open-minded; losing to a true dragon was normal and not shameful. He could even boast about it for a while with a bit of exaggeration.
"Not at all. A loss is a loss. I am at your disposal."
"Come on, ravish me~"
As he spoke, Qiao rolled over like he was giving up on life, lying on the ground and exposing his belly, where his defenses were weakest.
Seeing this scene, Jonavili's lip twitched.
This guy... why did something feel a bit off about him?
But on the surface, Jonavili was not going to let such powerful subordinates go.
She had already planned it out: if these two resisted fiercely, she wouldn't force them. She would simply treat them as food and devour their mana cores, which would also increase her strength.
After all, killing dragon lizards or drakes wouldn't get her noticed or marked by the two Great Dragon Gods.
Jonavili looked to the other side and saw that Furiel had also finished her battle, just as she looked over.
Their eyes met, and both dragons curled their draconic snouts into a smile.
After signing master-servant contracts with the two dragons, they led them back to White Crystal City.
The two dragons, who had almost never left the mana crystal mine, were constantly looking around at the surrounding scenery, their eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.
As for their injuries? Jonavili implemented a policy of 'accelerating while replenishing'—much like playing on a phone while it's charging—accelerating their recovery speed. By now, they had fully recovered.
Because of this, the two earth dragons, who had seen little of the world, finally confirmed that this unique white dragon possessed the power of time.
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