The scorching sun hung high in the sky!
The west wind whipped furiously!
Inside Medicine King Valley, the crowd was surging!
In the spacious courtyard, more than a thousand people sat densely packed!
They hailed from seventy-eight organizations, having traveled from all corners of the country to Medicine King Valley to attend the Dragon Slaying Assembly.
The crowd formed a circle.
At the very center, there was a five-meter-high stake.
Tied to the stake was Nelson.
This woman, known as the consort of Mad Dragon, was about to be sacrificed.
At this moment.
Nelson's lips were cracked and her complexion deathly pale.
The sweltering heat had caused her to dehydrate.
The once-unassailable saintess of Azure Mountain was now nearly delirious.
But even as she was dragged out, she hadn't touched the bowl of water left by the Medicine King.
Soldiers may be killed but never humiliated.
An unyielding spirit had thoroughly infused the blood of those from Azure Mountain.
