Mythology Management System

Business has been slow on Chishui Street lately, and many shop owners are barely scraping by.

As one of the three major underground forces, Zhanlong Pavilion's current predicament is quite pitiful. The main reason is that its customers are afraid of the Black Dragon and are afraid of getting into trouble.

There's a saying that's been circulating in Shimizu City: "I'd rather get myself into trouble than cross the Black Dragon's path."

Although it may be an exaggeration, the ferocity of the black dragon is still evident.

Several months ago, when Black Dragon passed by, a man glared at him. It was said that the man had suffered a loss on Black Dragon's territory and dared not retaliate, so he could only glare at him helplessly.

Black Dragon was very happy. He loved people who caused him trouble, especially the tough ones.

If it weren't for the fact that killing someone in public might attract the attention of law enforcement, Black Dragon would have already cleaved him in two.

As for what happened to that person, well, he's probably still in prison picking up soap, no more, no less, three times a day.

As dawn broke, there weren't many pedestrians on the road. Most of the people coming and going were merchants who needed to replenish their goods before their customers arrived.

Several workers yawned as they cleaned the shop, making sure to thoroughly clean both the inside and outside.

"I don't know why we're here so early. There haven't been many customers these past few days," one of the waiters complained, yawning.

"Who says otherwise? The Black Dragon Society and the Dragon Slayer Pavilion are fighting again, and it's unlikely to stop anytime soon," another waiter whispered.

"Forget it, I'm used to it anyway. Any fighting will only last a few days, and things will get better soon..."

The waiter caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and froze on the spot, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

"Black... Black Dragon..."

"What black dragon?" Another guy followed his gaze and was immediately struck dumb.

"Holy crap, it really is a black dragon!"

Anyone in Shimizu City could recognize the Black Dragon's appearance; even five- or six-year-old children had heard of its legends.

This doesn't mean that the black dragon is so fierce that it can stop a child from crying in the middle of the night, but rather that its appearance is so unique that it's hard not to recognize it.

The black dragon was exceptionally tall, standing two meters high. A ferocious dragon horn, half a meter long, pointed straight into the sky, and its bare neck and arms were covered with shiny black dragon scales.

With an eerie red light flashing in his eyes, the black dragon carried a two-meter-long cyan dragon-scale broadsword and strolled leisurely into the depths of Chishui Street.

The dragon-scale broadsword sliced ​​across the ground, scattering sparks and leaving a deep blade mark wherever it went.

"Gudong"

Someone swallowed hard and involuntarily took two steps back.

In Chinese history, the dragon has always been a symbol of auspiciousness, representing the Heavenly Emperor who controls the rain and protects the land with favorable weather.

There used to be a Dragon King Temple in Qingshui City, and many people would go there to worship during festivals, praying for the Dragon King's blessing so that they could live a peaceful life in the future.

However, all of this changed after Heilong rose to fame.

Wasn't it supposed to be that dragons represent good fortune?! Why is our Dragon King so fierce?!

Who said that? If they have the guts, stand up! We, the million residents of Qingshui City, will make sure they know the price of deceiving the masses!

As the black dragon drew closer, the shop assistants along the roadside all retreated far away, afraid of attracting its attention. Some even went so far as to close their doors completely.

Black Dragon's gaze was icy, sharing the fear of the crowd, but there were more important things to do right now, and he had no time to stop and appreciate this fear.

As they ventured deeper into Chishui Street, the magnificent and towering Longbao Mall came into Heilong's view.

A hundred meters away, a scout's pupils contracted upon seeing the black dragon, and he hurriedly rushed towards the Dragon Treasure Mall.

The Black Dragon is here! He must inform the Pavilion Master of this news as soon as possible, even if it's just a second earlier.

"where do you want to go?"

A cold voice sounded from behind, and the spy from Zhanlong Pavilion froze, shivering, before rushing towards the Zhanlong Pavilion headquarters without looking back.

Turning back means death, not turning back might give you a chance to live!

"I was planning to give Wei Zheng a 'surprise,' don't spoil my fun, you scum!"

With a swift movement, a dazzling blade cleaved the scout in two from top to bottom, fresh blood mixed with entrails spilling onto the ground.

The men on both sides of the street fell silent upon seeing this scene, covering their mouths and not daring to make a sound.

Cold-blooded, utterly cold-blooded, human life was like an ant that could be crushed at will in his hands, unable to stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

These people had all heard of the Black Dragon's ferocity and knew some of the grudges and grievances between the Black Dragon and Wei Zheng.

But don't forget, these are things we usually listen to as casual conversation.

Rumors are one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.

Only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly feel that extreme indifference, and... profound despair!

Just how strong are fourth-tier experts? They didn't know before, but today they finally witnessed it.

At a distance of at least fifty or sixty meters, Black Dragon cleaved the man in two with a single flash of his blade. Such power could only be described as terrifying!

The Longbao Mall, hundreds of meters away, was already clearly visible. The black dragon curled its lips, its figure flashed, and it covered the hundred-meter distance in one step.

A few breaths later, the tall dragon-man figure appeared directly in front of the Dragon Treasure Mall, grabbing the cyan dragon-scale broadsword in his hand, its sharp aura rapidly condensing on the blade.

"The hunt for Wei Zheng...begin!!"

Black Dragon bared his teeth, revealing a set of white teeth, and the movements of his hands were enough to terrify countless people.

Countless sword energies frantically condensed on the Azure Scale Greatsword, instantly enveloping the blade, and the extended sword light stretched for ten meters!

Wei Zheng, who was on the fifth floor of Longbao Mall, changed his expression the moment he sensed the blade's edge. He picked up the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, broke open the window, and jumped down.

Since last night, the entire Zhanlong Pavilion has been on high alert. All staff members inside the Longbao Mall have been evacuated, and most of the goods have been moved.

Cultivators with low cultivation levels would not be of much use in his battle with the black dragon, and might even become a burden, hindering his actions in the fight.

Now the entire Dragon Treasure Mall is an empty box, and he has arranged for all the members of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion to be in a safe place.

Even if no one's around, we can't just stand by and watch the black dragon cleave the entire mall in two!

"Haha, Wei Zheng, you have insulted me so much, today I will repay you in kind!"

The black dragon laughed wildly, and a ten-meter-long blade of light slashed down.

"Oh no!" If this strike lands squarely, the entire mall will probably be split in two.

This is where he and his brothers eat. Without the income from the mall, wouldn't they all starve?

In his haste, Wei Zheng could only grit his teeth and try to defend himself. Even if he couldn't stop it, he had to, at least to prevent the black dragon from destroying the entire Dragon Treasure Mall.

"Chong-"

The ten-meter-long blade of light was mostly shattered by Wei Zheng, and the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine also collided with the Dragon Scale Greatsword, producing a piercing sound of metal clashing.

Wei Zheng, who jumped down from the building, had nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air. After shattering the blade's edge, he lost his strength and was knocked away by the black dragon after a brief stalemate.

"Cough cough..."

Wei Zheng crawled out of the ruins, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Taking the blow from the Black Dragon was not a pleasant experience.

I glanced at Longbao Mall and thankfully, at least most of it survived. Otherwise, how we'd make a living in the future would be a huge problem.