“Naisade, you lowly fellow, how dare you sleep in the same cave as me? Get lost!”
The one speaking was his biological younger brother.
“What was your name again? Zuojia...”
Naisade looked at this little black dragon. He was about to sleep, but just as he lay down, this guy came over to pick a fight after finishing his meal.
Seeing that Naisade couldn't even remember his name, Zuojia immediately flew into a rage.
“Zuojia! You bastard, you’ve forgotten your master’s name!”
Naisade frowned at the words. Although in the Dragon race, the purer the Bloodline, the more respected the status.
But how dare you, a small black dragon trash, be so arrogant in front of me?
Damn it, only those with Systems are the real bosses!
In terms of size alone, Zuojia was a size smaller than Naisade, and compared to him, Naisade had not only eaten a lot of food that could strengthen bones and flesh.
During the struggle with the Iron-jawed River Carp just now, he also exercised his muscles and coordination.
In a one-on-one fight, Naisade was confident he could pin Zuojia to the ground and rub him.
But the problem was, if he beat this young dragon severely, would Dragon Mother care?
Dragon Mother Karta was a powerful young black dragon; killing Nessar would be no harder than killing a chicken.
“The Dragon race respects strength. How dare you, a weakling, call yourself master? Also, your broken name is too long. I can only remember Zuojia, and that’s what I’ll call you. What are you going to do about it?”
Naisade’s words were very clever. He pointed out the most basic rule of the Dragon race: the strong are respected.
Sure enough, Dragon Mother Karta, who had been about to Move, became silent.
On one hand, the Dragon race indeed respects strength. If a black dragon cannot even contend with a Dragon Beast, then he can only be blamed for being useless.
On the other hand, Dragons do not care for their offspring as humans do; they merely prevent them from starving to death, and generally expel them directly after ten years.
As for whether the offspring live or die, Dragon Mother would not care about such things. Those weak younglings should be eliminated by nature, otherwise, keeping them would only tarnish the clan's name.
Naisade keenly sensed that Dragon Mother did not want to interfere. Zuojia, this little black dragon born only one day ago, did indeed receive the Dragon race’s inheritance.
But the mind needs time to mature, and it simply cannot compare to a transmigrator like Naisade.
Seeing a Dragon Beast with impure blood dare to refute him, Zuojia immediately jumped up and charged directly at Naisade.
Since there were no more worries, Naisade did not back down, rushing forward to collide head-on with Zuojia.
What Naisade did not expect was that although he looked larger, Zuojia’s strength overpowered him.
Indeed, Dragons with purer Dragon Bloodlines have greater strength.
“Is that all? How can a high and mighty Dragon Lord have the same strength as me, a mere Dragon Beast? Are you even worthy of being a Dragon? Go back to your egg and develop for two more years!”
Naisade began to take it seriously in his heart, but on the surface, he was sneering. He wanted to ignite the other party's anger to find an opportunity.
Naisade’s taunts immediately enraged Zuojia, who swung his Dragon Claws and charged over. This time, he used his full strength.
Naisade feigned another collision, but just before impact, he dodged to Zuojia’s back.
His claws wrapped upwards from behind Zuojia’s Dragon wings, passed through his armpits, and finally closed around his Dragon neck, while his legs tightly wrapped around Zuojia’s waist and hips.
“Seven-Day Lock of Love Stronger Than Gold!”
To be honest, it was really strange for a Dragon to use such a Move, but it was truly effective.
“Roar!”
No matter how much strength Zuojia exerted, he could never break free from Naisade's grip, and he himself was rapidly losing stamina due to his struggles.
“You lowly bastard... get off me now... otherwise...”
Zuojia kept cursing. It seemed that this guy's Dragon race inheritance hadn't taught him the proper manners.
Naisade narrowed his eyes. His caution towards Dragon Mother didn't mean he had no temper. His claws slid sharply across Zuojia's neck.
The Dragon Claws, sharp as blades, directly tore open the young Dragon's scales, even slicing off a large chunk of flesh.
“Ah!”
Zuojia immediately let out a scream.
“You bark one more time, and I’ll plunge my claws into your throat. What use is Dragon Bloodline to a trash like you? Take your one day of life and roll into the underworld.”
The pain immediately sobered Zuojia. To put it bluntly, he was just a one-day-old little kid, easily intimidated and softened up.
“No, don’t… boohoohoo....”
Unexpectedly, this useless fellow started crying. At this moment, Dragon Mother’s half-closed eyes finally opened.
“Within 10 years, you may fight, but you are not allowed to kill your own kind.”
She said she didn't want to interfere, but she still couldn't tolerate her true offspring being killed by a Dragon Beast.
After all, Dragons are nobler than Dragon Beasts.
“Biased fellow.”
Naisade cursed under his breath, still reluctantly letting go.
If it were Naisade, the Dragon Beast, who was being suppressed, the Dragon Mother most likely wouldn't have interfered.
As soon as Zuojia broke free, he ran to Dragon Mother and cried.
“Get lost, you useless thing.”
Dragon Mother saving Zuojia didn't mean she approved of this cowardly offspring.
There's nothing wrong with Dragons being proud, but without matching strength, pride is foolishness.
Although she favored Zuojia, it was only because of his noble Bloodline. In her heart, she already felt disgusted by this cowardly offspring.
Zuojia trembled, huddling in a corner to lick his wounds.
Dragon Mother’s gaze turned to Naisade. Although she said nothing, Naisade saw the warning in her eyes.
The ferocity Naisade had just displayed posed a threat to her other two offspring.
If Naisade did not restrain himself, Dragon Mother would not care if he had her Bloodline within him and would directly kill him.
Although Naisade was inwardly unconvinced, he dared not show it on the surface. He found a corner, curled up, and began to sleep.
With nutrition and the recent fight, his body had been exercised.
If he could get enough sleep, his growth rate would accelerate.
Everything that had just happened strengthened his resolve to leave Dragon Mother's sphere of influence.
What he needed to do now was to lie low and develop quickly. He wouldn't even need 10 years; at his current growth rate,
hunting and eating, perhaps at most three years! He could leave the Dragon Mother's protection and venture out on his own. By then, he wouldn't have to bow to anyone.