This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!

Chapter 331 - 79: Return (8k)_5

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A gentle breeze brushed over the grassland, stirring waves of green.

The earth trembled slightly.

In the distance, the barbarian army advanced toward the great plain, resembling a dark cloud.

Three barbarian generals rode on tamed advanced lion-tiger demon beasts, chatting and laughing along the way.

"Is that... a centaur?"

One of the barbarian generals, spotting the lone centaur standing on the great plain ahead of the barbarian legion from several kilometers away, immediately noticed him.

It seemed like he was waiting for their arrival.

The three barbarian generals looked at each other and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Bravery is commendable, this centaur must be the king of the centaur clan," one of the barbarian generals chuckled, and said to his companions,

"You guys better not fight me for it, I spotted him first, so his head is mine!"

"Hmph, you lucky bastard," the barbarian general to his left shook his head helplessly.

"Be careful, this guy also has a record of killing a level 19 professional, so don’t mess it up," another barbarian general cautioned, feeling a vague unease.

A level 19 centaur, how dare he stand in front of their barbarian army?

Is it just out of sheer courage?

At this moment, under the command of the three generals, the barbarian legion simultaneously halted their strides, standing still.

The first barbarian general to speak dismounted from his tamed advanced lion-tiger demon beast, took off the greatsword he carried on his back, glanced at the distant silhouette of the centaur, and with a single step, transformed into a scarlet streak heading towards the latter.

The distance between both sides closed rapidly.

"King of Centaurs, are you? Allow me to..." the confident barbarian general barely finished his sentence when a gust of wind blew past, and his strong body, towering at two and a half meters tall, split into two halves.

Blood and entrails, impossibly, did not spill immediately but remained smooth as a mirror.

After several seconds, the innards and blood finally gushed out, staining the grassland.

The two remaining barbarian generals kilometers away were dumbfounded upon witnessing this scene and felt horrified.

Their strength almost reached the peak of level 19, and among their level, only those with pseudo-legendary power could be stronger.

However, such anomalies are scarce.

Even among dragons, not all can achieve pseudo-legendary power at level 19; typically, only Golden Dragons and Red Dragons can reach it, and even Silver Dragons struggle unless they possess the caster profession.

As for Blue Dragons, Green Dragons, Black Dragons, Bronze Dragons, and Brass Dragons, not to mention, generally only through cultivating a second profession to an extremely high level can they achieve pseudo-legendary power.

As one might imagine, the threshold of pseudo-legendary power is a challenging target for most level 19 dragons, let alone ordinary intelligent races. Like the three barbarian generals, they are talents emerging from millions of barbarians, yet they still have a considerable gap to the pseudo-legendary power threshold.

"This guy."

The two barbarian generals felt terrified while also angered by their companion’s death.

If fallen in a fierce battle, they wouldn’t be so enraged, but it’s a meaningless instant defeat!

"Inform the king of this event; it’s beyond what we can handle."

The two barbarian generals made their decision. One took out a bone-like bead from his pocket, trying to send the message when a breeze passed.

This barbarian general, along with the bone bead, turned into two halves.

The last barbarian general quickly reacted, roaring and wielding his long sword, his whole skin turning red, immediately entering high-tier frenzy state, greatly enhancing his power, then...

His wildly swinging sword just struck the air, as he too was bisected by the gentle breeze.

Morgan stood upon the corpses of the two barbarian generals at some point, his long sword gleaming and bloodless, his expression unchanged, and calmly stated,

"My people haven’t completed their retreat; how can I let the message get out?"

Thousands of intermediate barbarian berserkers at the forefront watched as hundreds of berserkers woke as if from a dream.

The three leading generals, dead... dead...?

Shock, terror.

Morgan glanced at them, his long sword gleaming green towards the ten thousand barbarian berserkers.

"Dying beneath the hurricane is your honor."

The King of Centaurs said calmly, and a point of green light flew from the sword, swiftly soaring above the center of the barbarian legion.

In the bewildered eyes of most barbarians, a mini tornado suddenly emerged, then rapidly expanded into a thousand-meter-high, nearly connecting heaven and earth, super tornado.

Moments later, not a single barbarian presence remained, not even remnants were visible.

Only the bloody winds in the world testify to the brutal event that just occurred.