Chapter 184 Transforming into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon

Chapter 184: Transformed into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon

Xie Tingsheng’s fury erupted into a cold laugh, his phoenix eyes chilling like a frozen pond. He gritted his teeth, spitting out, "If you want to die, just say so."

This man had utterly enraged him. He had no desire to waste another word. Releasing Hua Diao’s hand, he moved.

Hua Diao, too, was sickened by Zhuo Kun’s gaze. It was clear this wasn't his first time trading women. Such a man was beyond saving; it was better to simply eliminate him.

She didn't stop Xie Tingsheng, letting him act freely.

In an instant, the man underwent a massive transformation. A dragon’s roar echoed as a colossal golden dragon, radiating fierce power, shot towards Zhuo Kun. A gust of wind swept past, and the dragon’s sharp claws seized Zhuo Kun, dragging him out through the window at the end of the third-floor corridor.

The window shattered instantly, and icy winds, laden with heavy snowflakes, blasted through the broken opening, chilling everyone in the corridor and jolting them out of their stunned silence.

"Holy shit! A dragon! A five-clawed golden dragon! I can’t believe I’m seeing a real dragon in my lifetime—this is unbelievable!"

"Yeah, who knew dragons were real? Hua Diao, is your husband, like, an actual dragon? Did he come to save China after the apocalypse?"

The onlookers were buzzing with excitement, their faces flushed. Today’s spectacle was truly worth it.

With the dragon itself already gone, they eagerly turned to Hua Diao, the dragon’s wife, grilling her with questions, desperate to know if this dragon was their nation’s guardian deity.

Even Zhuo Kun’s remaining subordinates pricked up their ears, their eyes gleaming as they stared at Hua Diao.

Though they were worried about their captured boss, they were also fascinated by the dragon. After all, everyone in China harbored a special reverence for dragons!

Hua Diao’s lips twitched. These folks had some wild imaginations. But she didn’t want her husband burdened with the responsibility of saving China—or the world—so she patiently explained, "My husband is human, just like us. The reason he can turn into a dragon is because of his awakened talent. Check your game stats—there’s a talent section. Some people have strong talents and can awaken abilities like the five-clawed golden dragon..."

"Oh."

After her explanation, the crowd’s initial excitement waned. So, he wasn’t a natural-born dragon after all!

Hua Diao ignored them, walking over to the shattered window and leaning out to peer at the sky.

Unlike the one-sided fight she’d expected, the vast white sky didn’t just hold a five-clawed golden dragon—there was also a massive eagle. The two were locked in a fierce aerial battle.

Hua Diao frowned. No wonder Zhuo Kun had been so confident—he had a trump card of his own.

"Is that giant eagle… Boss Zhuo?"

Zhuo Kun’s remaining subordinates snapped to attention, pressing to the window, their faces filled with awe.

"When did Boss Zhuo awaken his talent? We had no idea! We worried for nothing—now that he can turn into an eagle, maybe he can even defeat the dragon!"

Their words immediately drew protests from the onlookers. "What nonsense! An eagle’s no match for a dragon! The five-clawed golden dragon will surely win!"

"Exactly! Dragons are divine beasts. An eagle’s just a glorified bird—how can it compare to a dragon?"

Zhuo Kun’s men retorted angrily, "Our boss isn’t just any eagle! Look at those extraordinary feathers, that fierce fighting stance—even if it’s an eagle, it’s a divine eagle!"

The burly subordinates glared like predators, their intimidating presence making the onlookers shrink back, choking back their comebacks.

But Hua Diao wasn’t intimidated. She snorted coldly. "Even if it is a divine eagle, it’ll still end up a dead eagle."

As if to confirm her words, the battle in the sky reached its climax. A shrill screech ripped through the air as the giant eagle plummeted like a broken kite, crashing straight down.

"Boss—!" The subordinates panicked, scrambling to use their tools and spells to catch the falling eagle. But the dragon, diving down in displeasure, lashed its tail, scattering all their efforts.

The eagle slammed into the snow-covered ground, splattering the pristine white with blood.

The giant eagle soon reverted to human form, with Zhuo Kun lying painfully in the snow, his eyes lifeless and pupils dilated—clearly no longer breathing.

"B-Brother Zhuo?"

His subordinates were horrified. Without a second thought, they leaped from the third-floor window, stumbling through the snow to gather around Zhuo Kun's body, wailing, "Brother Zhuo, wake up! What are we supposed to do if you're gone?"

"How could this happen? How could Brother Zhuo die?"

They had arrived with grand ambitions, yet no one expected their leader to fall on the very first day in Qingcheng.

And of all things, he had died over a woman. They still didn't know who had killed their leader.

Without their leader, the team's fighting spirit vanished instantly. However, one of them quickly shook off their grief and urged the others to flee, sensing danger.

But it was too late. A powerful golden dragon tail lashed toward them.

In an instant, the snowfield was filled with screams and blood sprayed everywhere.

Watching the dragon and eagle fight in the sky had been one thing—neither was in human form, so it felt removed. But now, the dragon was striking actual people, brutally sending them flying like ragdolls, bones snapping grotesquely.

Some onlookers couldn't bear it, arguing that killing them all was unnecessary. Others saw clearly—this group had trafficked women with practiced ease, so they were criminals. Better to wipe them out and spare more women from suffering.

Hua Diao pressed her lips together, standing firmly by Xie Tingsheng's side.

In the end, not all of them died. One managed to escape, seemingly using some teleportation or instant-movement item.

Hua Diao frowned but chose not to pursue. Instead, she produced a large sack of rice from her storage space and addressed the crowd peeking out from the windows, "I need help delivering these bodies to the Jiang family. One body, one sack of rice as payment. Who's willing?"

The desperate onlookers burst into chatter. Even those who had previously criticized Xie Tingsheng for brutality now eagerly raised their hands, shouting, "I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Now they almost wished for more bodies—each one meant another sack of rice. In this freezing weather, extra rice meant staying alive. Who would say no to that?