The word "liar" gave Lu Xuan a lot to think about. He immediately admitted it.
“Yes, we had a deal. But he cheated me, so I sank him into the sea. The armor was our trophy.”
"You really killed him? Then how did you get in?"
"As you can see, we have dragons."
Even a dragon cannot pass through the storm outside.
“We are different. Our dragons are more powerful, and we are the same in essence.”
"That's a lie, those were just two ordinary little dragons."
Lu Xuan: "..." He forgot that these people were Valyrians. Dragons were like domesticated dogs to them.
"Alright. Watch closely." Lu Xuan said, drawing his sword with his right hand. He slashed at a tree as thick as a bucket five meters away. The sword's energy spread out, snapping the tree in half at waist height.
With a loud thud, the Valyrian survivors were startled.
"Would our Dragon King have been able to do this before?"
"How would I know? It's been four hundred years."
Lu Xuan could hear their discussion, but he didn't interfere; he simply stood there and waited quietly.
After a while, the leading man spoke again.
"Are you really not part of that group?"
"Tell me how we need to prove it."
"Put down your weapons and come back with us. The elders will prove your authenticity."
"Maybe we should just kill them," Daenerys said, already losing faith. She was now the undisputed queen, and if it weren't for the fact that they were Valyrian remnants, the attack she had just launched would have been enough for her to wipe them all out.
Drogon and Viserion immediately stepped forward obsequiously, ready to breathe fire and burn these guys to ashes. Unexpectedly, their opponents showed no fear. Instead, they sneered, and then Daenerys gave a cold snort.
Lu Xuan also sensed it at the same time; someone on the other side was attempting to link with Drogon and Viserion. Both were clearly Dragon Spirit Walkers like Daenerys. However, in terms of cultivation level, the difference was significant. Even if Daenerys didn't intervene, the chances of the connection succeeding wouldn't exceed fifty percent.
This time, the opponent was truly panicked. After all, they had witnessed the fighting power displayed by the two before. They had originally thought they had a hidden trump card and could seize the opponent's dragon. But they hadn't expected that dragon control was not what was recorded. With a single thought, the opponent had annihilated their side.
Perhaps too much time has passed. They've forgotten that even among dragon kings, there are varying degrees of strength. Daenerys's talent, even by the standards of the Freehold era, would have been top-tier. Not to mention, she possessed both Lu Xuan's Daoist meditation techniques and the Valyrian dragon king's meditation techniques, providing a double boost. The current Daenerys is no longer the dragon king they recorded.
Seeing the two 'dragon kings in reserve' lying on the ground screaming in agony, the leader finally couldn't hold back any longer.
“We believe you, we believe you are not with that person. We believe you are the true Dragon King. Now, come back to the tribe with us. All your questions can be answered by the elders.”
Dani glanced at Lu Xuan subconsciously. Lu Xuan thought for a moment, then spoke.
"Let's go take a look." He was actually quite curious as well. If these people were truly descendants of the survivors from back then, then they should be the ones who knew the truth about this place the most. Now, they were only one step away from uncovering the history of this place.
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Chapter 319 The Vanished Past
These people appeared to be a tribe. Lu Xuan and Dani followed them for half a day, finally arriving at a place resembling a village. It seemed the people here hadn't rebuilt a true civilization. The entire village looked unusually dilapidated, as if it had been hastily established.
There were patrols of soldiers around, but they were only carrying homemade bows and arrows. Only a few wore metal armor and carried metal swords. Lu Xuan vaguely realized that those metal weapons were probably made of Valyrian steel. Only such weapons could remain intact for hundreds of years.
An extremely old man was helped out. He was carrying a thick, worn-out book in his hands.
He walked up to Daenerys, looked at her face, and asked.
"You say you are a descendant of House Targaryen."
"Yes."
"Danes Targaryen foresaw the destruction of Valyria in her dream, didn't she?"
“Yes, she is my ancestor. A dreamwalker. That was her greatest prophecy. Because of that, we Targaryens moved off the peninsula and settled on Dragonstone in Westeros.”
"Exactly as recorded in the records, so what happened next?"
The old man continued to ask. But Daenerys was already growing impatient.
"They told me you could answer our questions, so it was just a joke?"
“No, this is no joke. Those who come here simply want to know the reason for Valyria’s destruction. The book in my hand records everything about that disaster four hundred years ago. But if you want to know, you must…” Before the old man could finish speaking, he felt a lightness in his hand; the book had already been placed in Lu Xuan’s mouth.
"You continue, I'll just take a look around."
The old man: "..." The mutants around him still wanted to surround him, but the old man waved them away.
Lu Xuan ignored the crowd's reactions. This group was of extremely low quality; if a fight broke out, Dani alone could handle them.
He quickly flipped through the book in his hands. Lu Xuan gradually gained a general understanding of the disaster that happened back then. The book was written from a first-person perspective.
It was an ordinary morning. Everything seemed normal. The weather was clear and sunny. Celebrations rang out in the square about the dragon kings' latest conquests. Giant dragons occasionally flew overhead. Countless ships shuttled back and forth in the harbor. If things continued as they were, everything would be normal, so perfect that it wouldn't evoke any particular memory. But the next second, disaster struck.
First came the wind, a very strong wind. I can't describe how strong it was. I only remember that a giant dragon was blown by the gale and crashed into the clock tower. I and the people nearby took shelter in a nearby shelter. We thought it was just a rare storm.
But then the downpour began. The once clear and bright sky was now obscured by thick, dark clouds. Through the window, one could vaguely see that the sky seemed to be pressing down on the shelter. The rain poured down, and within fifteen minutes, ankle-deep water had formed on the streets.
I saw the city's guards rushing around, rescuing the people trapped by the storm. But the wind was so strong that even the knights in their armor couldn't stand on the street.