Chapter 0032: The Dragon Speech Empire

The Dragon Speech Empire ranks among the top three in strength among the five major empires of the Hengyuan Continent. Aside from the Dark Forest Empire and the Orc Empire, it is the Dragon Speech Empire that the Holy Church fears the most. This is because behind it lies the dragon race—the most powerful race on the overseas Dragon Isles. It can be said that the dragon race stands behind theHill family as well. On the Hengyuan Continent, no one dares to doubt the power and terror of the dragon race. Thus, the news that Du Meng, the second daughter of Duros, was to marry Long Ji, the crown prince of the Dragon Speech Empire, was undoubtedly a shock to the Huang family. The smiles vanished from Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong’s faces, replaced by furrowed brows. A shadow of worry seemed to envelop the entire Huang family. When Huang Long set off to register as a new student at the Divine Wind Academy, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong were not particularly happy. At the entrance of the Huang family’s residence, Zhao Rong warned Huang Long, “Long, take good care of yourself at the Divine Wind Academy. Avoid conflicts with others, especially those from theHill family.” It was at the Divine Wind Academy that Du Meng, the second daughter of Duros, and his third son Du Fei studied, and it was there that Du Meng became involved with Long Ji, the crown prince of the Dragon Speech Empire. Huang Long didn’t take the Dragon Speech Empire or those lizard-like dragons seriously. But seeing his mother’s worried expression, he nodded in agreement. Initially, Huang Long wanted to go without the family’s guards, but Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong insisted. Huang Xiong said, “Long, with wars raging in various countries and the roads being unsafe, do you really think those ten orc slaves can protect you? Although Bog was once a Sacred Realm mage, that was in the past. You bought him back, and he can teach you some cultivation skills, but in a fight, he’s completely useless.” Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong knew that Huang Long had spent a thousand gold coins to buy a slave. After checking the slave market, they also learned that Bog was a former Sacred Realm mage who had been dismissed. Spending a thousand gold coins on a dismissed Sacred Realm mage—though powerless—who could still teach Huang Long some cultivation knowledge—wasn’t opposed by Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong. But in actual combat, they saw Bog as a complete waste. Eventually, under their insistence, Huang Long had to accept the twenty-some guards assigned to him by the Huang family. As for the younger brothers, Huang Liang and Huang Yi, seeing that their second brother was going to an academy like their elder brother, they cried and made a fuss, clinging to Huang Long’s clothes and refusing to let him go. If their second brother left, who would play with them?

And there would be no more delicious candies to eat either.
In the future, if they made mistakes, their father would spank both of them, and no one would protect them anymore.
“Second brother, waaah, I don’t want you to go,” the two little ones cried, tears streaming down their faces.
They knew that once their second brother left, it was uncertain when he would return, just like their eldest brother, Huang Wei, who only came back once a year.
It took some effort to coax the two little ones into smiling after Huang Long promised to bring them pets like Peer and Endi on his next visit.
“Second brother, you can’t lie to us. Mother said lying makes you a bad kid and makes you ugly,” their young voices sounded joyful.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Huang Long and his group slowly left the Huang family’s residence.
Just as they left, a middle-aged man turned around at a corner and hurriedly crossed two main streets before entering theHill family’s territory.
“The Huang family’s brat is finally going to the Divine Wind Academy, hehe,” Du Dongnan said, a cold glint in his eyes as he listened to his subordinates’ report.
“Second brother, are you really going by yourself?” asked Du Luosu, who was thin and tall, in a serious tone.
Du Dongnan smiled. “Elder brother, don’t worry. This time, the Huang family’s brat doesn’t have many guards—just one level-9 fighter who poses a slight threat. Don’t worry; this time I’ll not only kill him but also wipe out the entire group.”
“Hehe, I’m going to make Old Bear Huang taste the pain of losing his son!”
A cold smirk appeared on Du Dongnan’s slightly plump face.
The incident of his buttocks catching fire in public on the streets after returning from the Huang family had spread widely in the royal city, and even his subordinates made fun of him behind his back.
Although he didn’t know what had happened, the thought of it filled him with anger. If it weren’t for the Huang family’s brat, he wouldn’t have gone there, and there wouldn’t have been that incident.
“This matter is strange. Both Jue Er and you have experienced such odd things that can’t be explained. But I always feel it’s not that simple. Just in case, Dongnan, take an extra level-9 fighter with you this time,” Du Luosu said seriously.
“Okay, I understand. Elder brother, don’t worry. If two level-9 fighters can’t kill the Huang family’s brat, I’ll resign as the head of this enforcement team,” Du Dongnan vowed firmly.
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The Divine Wind Academy was located in the Dragon Language Empire, only a twelve- or thirteen-day journey away. So Huang Long and his group weren’t in a hurry. A few days later, after leaving the Lu Tong Kingdom, they continued on, and soon reached the border of a kingdom called Beidi.
It was September, with the scorching sun baking the ground.
Huang Long sat on the Wind Beast, squinting his eyes.

The Stormwind Beast was the one he rode to celebrate his grandfather Zhao Yang’s birthday at the Blizzard Empire last time. Sitting on this Stormwind Beast, Huang Long couldn’t help but recall how it often lost its strength back then. As they continued forward, suddenly, along with a gentle breeze, Huang Long frowned. What a strong smell of blood! Behind Huang Long, the two beasts and Bog also detected it. The two beasts, which had been lying on Huang Long’s back pretending to sleep, suddenly raised their heads, and Bog followed suit, asking, “Young master, it seems something happened ahead. Should we go take a look?” Huang Long gave a low grunt in response, his expression dark. Although he still couldn’t use his divine vision, such a strong smell of blood made it obvious what had happened. Following the scent of blood, they soon arrived at the entrance of a small village. On the ground at the village entrance lay several corpses, blood spreading everywhere—apparently villagers of this village. “Let’s go,” Huang Long said solemnly, and they hurried into the village. Along the paths and in the houses, more corpses were found, their blood still fresh, clearly killed not long ago. “These people are so cruel—they didn’t even spare children!” Nat, the orc slave beside Huang Long, said in a low voice, his tone filled with anger. After a competition, Nat had become the leader among the ten orc slaves. Both the ten orcs and Huang’s guards showed expressions of sorrow and anger. These people were undoubtedly villagers of this village, but their deaths were gruesome—many children had missing limbs, some women were completely naked with pools of blood around them, their faces showing terror and utter humiliation. At that moment, shouts, laughter, and crying could be heard faintly ahead. Huang Long’s eyes flashed coldly: “Let’s go there.”