Siddharth Bachchan hovered high in the sky, unable to hide his confusion.0

“N-no! This can’t be possible!”0

Never in his life had he been so thoroughly shaken. The army of dragonkin he had painstakingly created—his loyal soldiers—were bowing before a young hunter with his own set of folded wings. These warriors, who had surpassed the limitations of the human race, were trembling like scared mice before a mere human!0

The humiliated expressions on the dragonkin’s faces suggested their minds were not yet Suho’s, at least. A part of their rationality still yearned to obey Siddharth’s command and tear the young hunter apart. It would not have been difficult to do—their target was well within reach. However, their instincts, rooted in the dragon blood flowing through their veins, overpowered their free will. They were forced to kneel before the might of the King of Dragons.0

But all was not well for Suho, either. The unbearable flames threatening to melt his very soul caused him excruciating pain, enough to make him collapse at any moment. His HP plummeted rap...0