The Strongest Dragon in the Era of Beast Taming

Chapter 633: 627: Seven Emperors Phantom Beasts

Chapter 633: Chapter 627: Seven Emperors Phantom Beasts

Under the varied gazes of those present, the once unstoppable Water Vein Emperor Hog finally fell beneath the elegant claws of the Flood Dragon, its intermittent, heavy gasps seemingly carrying a hint of defiance.

“We won? So even legends can lose!”

At that moment, even Jackson Grant, who had been training with Fred Hoyle for a year and preparing for the national competition, had to admit that the captain appointed by Principal Easton was undeniably powerful.

Richard Goodwin and Ning Jade were also visibly moved.

Even Jedbrook Harvey, accustomed as he was to the ways of the world, couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath as his gaze followed the second hand completing its swift revolution.

Fast, too fast, unbelievably fast.

“Stop playing dead, get up already,” Director Boris glanced at the Water Vein Emperor Hog, his furrowed brows slowly relaxing.

“Lulu.”

Under the legendary power of the Trainer, the Emperor Hog, greatly strengthened, easily broke free from the static Frozen World.

“Congratulations on passing the test. Maintain this momentum, and this year’s national competition is yours to shine in.” With a warm smile, as he patted David Jones’s shoulder, Director Boris disappeared on the spot with the Emperor Hog.

No way would he deign to use his legendary power to cheat in front of students, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his own pride.

…

The following noon, news of the Black Dragon Saint Spirit’s brief awakening spread, and Rosewood College once again convened a leadership meeting.

That day, aside from a minority of powerful trainers indifferent to worldly affairs, the vast majority of senior leaders gathered in a luxurious and elegant hall.

Around the conference table, over ten renowned figures fiercely debated the ownership of the extremely precious inheritance slots.

“The Seven Emperors Phantom Beasts who conduct the Azure Dragon Envoy’s trial have appeared. It is expected that after the national competition ends, they will have attracted the power of the constellations and opened the Trial of Azure Dragon,” an elderly man with disheveled clothes and hair couldn’t help but glance at the ceiling where the stars were visible and then at the powerful individuals in front of him, who were at odds over their families’ interests, softly saying.

“Everyone knows that it’s not the continuous emergence of legendary powerful beings that has allowed Rosewood College to stand tall for tens of thousands of years, but rather the Heavenly Azure Dragon sleeping on Skypillar Island.”

Upon hearing this, the previously debating powerhouses immediately fell silent and listened quietly to the elder’s continuing explanation.

Clearly, although dressed scruffily, this elder was a Transcendent Existence among the group of legendary powerhouses, possessing extraordinary authority.

“With the Heavenly Azure Dragon, Rosewood can exist indefinitely. Hence, whether foe or ally, any powerful being who resonates with the Azure Dragon Saint Spirit may obtain an inheritance slot. I’m sure no one opposes this,” the elder said.

“Since the leader of the Taurus trial, the Wood Azure Flood Dragon, has already resonated with one individual, there’s no longer any need to discuss the allocation of the slots. What’s more, Lilith is willing to give up her own slot,” the man continued with a smile, glancing over at everyone while the atmosphere in the hall suddenly grew silent.

“But David Jones is currently only a King; he’s not even an Epic. He cannot possibly withstand the Trial of Azure Dragon led by the Seven Emperors Phantom Beasts: Wood Azure Flood Dragon, Golden Flame Dragon, Earth Leopard, Solar Rainbow Rabbit, Heart Moon Soul Fox, Fire Tailed Emperor Tiger, and Cold Water Leopard,” Virgil Harvey objected.

From ancient times to the present, the majority of trainers who passed the seven trials of the Azure Dragon and saw the Heavenly Azure Dragon were legendary powerhouses, with very few Epics among them.

David Jones, a King, is just a waste of a slot, we might as well have a Harvey family’s Epic warrior take his place.

“David Jones is a genius Trainer recognized by the Solar Universe Elixir Furnace, and he’s also the Rosewood Leader of this generation. Besides, Lilith gave up her own slot. There’s no need to block the path of a young man with dreams,” began a dominantly-built woman, speaking up for David Jones.

“Exactly, in the end, it’s just a slot. We can even tolerate the leader of a hostile force becoming the Azure Dragon Envoy, so what’s wrong with letting young people have more opportunities to try!” Blake Easton set the tone from his seat of honor.

Becoming an Azure Dragon Envoy depends entirely on fate, even legendary warriors can’t force a resonance with the Azure Dragon Saint Spirit if there’s no destiny between them.

Since David Jones has caught the eye of the Wood Azure Flood Dragon, it shows that he might have the potential to become an Azure Dragon Envoy. It wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

After all, whether it takes centuries or millennia, the Azure Dragon Saint Spirit will awaken periodically. Even if David Jones and the others all fail this time, they can gain experience for the next success.

If someone gets lucky and succeeds this time, even better; with the protection of the Heavenly Azure Dragon, the Flowery Kingdom can launch a new round of national warfare and expand its territory. The god-slaying project will also be more secure at that time.

Seeing this matter settled by Principal Easton, Lawrence Boris couldn’t help but smile.

Having a title makes things easier. The title of Rosewood Leader wasn’t just for show. Otherwise, so many legendary warriors wouldn’t have chosen to support David Jones at the meeting.

After the meeting concluded, the ten representative heritage slots were quickly allocated, and everyone left satisfied, except for Virgil Harvey who was frowning deeply.

“Principal Easton, I wonder if you’ve heard about David Jones recently abusing his authority, arbitrarily changing the team roster, replacing veterans who have trained together for a year with freshmen, pushing them to join the varsity team forcibly.”

Upon hearing this, Principal Easton gave Virgil Harvey a deep look.

“Do not employ those you suspect, and do not suspect those you employ. Whether David Jones has abused his authority will be evident when he presents his results.”

What does Virgil Harvey mean by this? David Jones is the candidate he vehemently pushed for; claiming David Jones abused his authority is like an indirect accusation that he’s been unjust and unlawful.

Lawrence Boris chuckled and commented, “Director Harvey’s words might be a little exaggerated. I just assessed the varsity team’s strength yesterday. I’m not boasting—this year, we indeed have the potential to win the championship!”

Principal Easton nodded slightly, “I hope so.”

After speaking, he didn’t bother with Virgil Harvey and chose to leave right away.

Virgil Harvey’s eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to look at Lawrence Boris, who had just interjected.

“Impressive, Director Boris, known for his strict integrity, I didn’t expect you to speak so evasively. David Jones may be strong, but Rudolf Sherwood is not weak either. If Peony College is willing to pay the price, raising a King is not difficult, and at that time, the strength of the team members will be the key to victory.”

Lawrence Boris smiled: “Coincidentally, my view differs somewhat from Director Harvey. In the national contest, only the powerful can decide victory or defeat; the weak are not worth mentioning.”

Virgil Harvey’s face darkened slightly.

Goodness, that comment was just short of outright saying that his own disciple, Fred Hoyle, was a weakling not worth mentioning.

“Replacing the strong with the weak will only invite more doubts and discussions, not every freshman is David Jones,” Virgil Harvey said, turning to leave.

“The victor is King, where do doubts come from? With David Jones alone, the national competition is sufficient; the rest are merely embellishments,” Lawrence Boris murmured confidently to himself, causing Virgil Harvey to pause briefly in his steps.

In plain terms, Lawrence Boris was just short of saying that even if David Jones were to lead six dogs, he could still win the competition; such confidence was indeed surprising for Virgil Harvey.