The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1190

The massive dragon emerged, and the warriors standing near the white dragon Pool were instantly struck by how small and insignificant they seemed.

They were filled with shock, fear, and excitement.

Following that was a surreal feeling of exhilaration.

The appearance of the dragon's head marked a rare event that occurs only once every 50 years.

At that moment, it didn't matter whether this was a blessing or a curse. There was no time to think about that now.

Every warrior who had come here in search of the essence stone and ancient relic had been anticipating this moment—the slim chance that they might seize them.

Possessing these treasures would mean reaching the peak of one's power, becoming unstoppable.

But standing face-to-face with the white dragon was nothing like they had imagined.

Anything gained in this moment could only be earned through sheer strength.

Strength was the very foundation of a person's will.

The kind of will that would remain unshaken even in the face of terrifying danger.

Yet, not everyone had that kind of mindset.

This became clear as the super martial arts masters gathered at the edge of the Snow Dragon Pool.

In front of the dragon's monstrous head, nearly all of them stood frozen, completely stunned.

The bold dreams they had moments ago vanished in an instant.

An overwhelming fear surged from within, shooting through their bones and paralyzing them with terror.

Many tried to step back, only to realize they couldn't move at all, their legs refusing to obey in the face of such overwhelming fear.

And it wasn't just them.

Even the Four Warlords stood motionless, breathing quietly, not daring to make a move. They feared disturbing the monstrous white dragon, terrified it would devour them in a single bite.

Gabriel's eyes were locked on the dragon's head.

When his gaze fell on a shard of dragon scale at the base of the head, his eyes widened in shock.

This shard was from his own work 50 years ago.

The dragon's head slowly turned, its gaze meeting Gabriel, Jessiah, Tiago, and Isabella.

The blood-red eyes glowed with a cold, murderous intent, filled with a chilling malice as they focused on the Four Warlords.

"This is bad!" Gabriel shouted.

He quickly rolled away, leaping ten paces back and sweeping his staff across the snow, sending clouds of snow into the air.

The other three warlords followed, leaping backward with incredible force, sending themselves flying dozens of meters away.

As the Four Warlords leaped into the air, the immense dragon head slammed down onto the spot they had just vacated, its speed like a missile.

The waters in the center of the white dragon Pool exploded, sending snow and ice shards flying in every direction, creating a deadly storm in the air.

The dragon's enormous mouth opened wide—its size enough to swallow four large trucks.

The area where the Four Warlords had been standing was engulfed by the dragon's head, devouring nearly half a ton of snow in one massive bite.

The ground trembled with a deafening crash.

The dragon missed its target, but in the process, it tore apart Blake, who had been following the Four Warlords.

In an instant, the pure white snow turned bright red.

Blake, one of the most respected super martial artists of the World of Darkness, was torn to pieces, his body reduced to a heap of broken bones and mangled flesh in the blink of an eye.

The warriors, still stunned by the sight, were jolted out of their stupor by the horrific scene.

Without thinking, they turned and fled, running as fast as they could, their thoughts no longer on martial arts, ancient relics, or the legendary essence stone.

Survival was their only priority now.

This was no longer just a beast. It was a demon, a terrifying creature beyond anything they had ever imagined!

Fifty years ago, more than 100 of the world's greatest martial artists entered this place. Only a few of them made it out alive.

The individuals who managed to survive were all warlords.

After leaving Snow Valley, these powerful figures chose to stay silent about what had happened, retreating from the world of influence and power.

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