Chapter 143: The Bully Dragon

"Oh, still keeping your back so straight, are you? Get down!"

The little dwarf dragon stood with its hands on its hips, eyes wide and glaring at Long Kui. Yes, glaring. Even after being forced to kneel, Long Kui was still a full head taller than the little dragon.

"You—" Long Kui gritted his teeth, squeezing out the single word before he was uncontrollably forced to sprawl flat against the ground.

"You what? A half-dragon acting so arrogant! You look much more pleasing to the eye now that you're down there." The little dragon’s tail flicked against the floor, its mood seemingly improving.

Long Kui argued, "I’ve done nothing wrong. I only came to take back my great-grandfather’s dragon horn. It is clearly you who refuses to return it."

"Oh, oh, still daring to talk back? That horn was my father’s trophy; it belongs to me by right. How could there be any talk of returning it?" As the little dragon spoke, it delivered a swift, sharp kick to Long Kui’s backside.

Caught off guard, Long Kui lunged forward, his chin slamming hard against the ground.

"Hiss—" he gasped in pain, then said indignantly, "What trophy! My great-grandfather was fighting a wicked dragon back then, and the brute used dirty tricks to slice off his horn. It wasn't obtained honorably, so it must be returned..."

Hearing this, the Black Evil Sword trembled even more violently. Jiang Yan, watching from the sidelines, was stunned. A wicked dragon? Dirty tricks? Could the little dragon’s father have been a bully?

The little dragon’s eyes seemed to spew fire. It stomped its left foot hard against the ground and roared, "What... did you say! Which bastard is spreading these lies? Did you see what happened back then with your own eyes?"

"Stop shouting! It came directly from my great-grandfather’s own mouth; how could it be false?" Despite being pinned to the floor, Long Kui showed no fear in the face of the little dragon’s fury.

Provoked, the little dragon spewed a burst of flame into the air, finishing with a fiery hiccup. "Hiccup—that old silver dragon is truly shameless! It was clearly he who lost to my father and cut off his own horn according to our agreement. He twisted the story entirely when he told you lot. How despicable!"

"Humph, could it not be that your father lied to you?" Long Kui retorted.

"Cease your nonsense! My father would never lie to me. He is not a wicked dragon!" The little dragon’s emotions spiraled further.

...

The little dragon and Long Kui traded barbs, neither willing to yield. This was no longer a simple argument; it involved the honor of their respective ancestors. This standoff was only broken when Black Flower appeared.

Black Flower trotted out, panting, and said excitedly to the little dragon, "Master Dragon, the dragon horn soup is ready!"

Long Kui turned his head toward the voice, catching sight of Black Flower’s soot-covered face. "What did you say? The dragon horn is stewed? You... you stewed my great-grandfather’s horn?"

Long Kui’s voice trembled. A surge of hot blood rushed to his head, his vision blurred, and he nearly fainted from the sudden, crushing blow.

"What’s it to you! Stop your whining and stay right there on the floor." The little dragon waved a hand dismissively, looking quite pleased, and swaggered into the villa toward the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, the rich aroma of bone broth filled the air. The water originally used to boil the horn had transformed into a fragrant, savory soup. Yet, the horn itself seemed unaffected by the boiling, remaining intact.

The little dragon frowned, wondering if it should just gnaw on it as is. It carried the large pot to the counter and, under Black Flower’s curious gaze, drank the steaming broth in one go. Then, its eyes fixed on the horn left in the pot.

"Master Dragon? This horn..."

Before Black Flower could finish, the little dragon grabbed half of the horn and began to gnaw.

*Crunch, crunch.*

The little dragon secretly congratulated itself—thank goodness its teeth were hard enough. It chewed bit by bit, afraid that swallowing too quickly might cause indigestion or, worse, damage its precious teeth.

Time passed quietly. An hour later, the little dragon had finally finished every last scrap of the horn.

"Hahaha, you little runt, it’s all in my belly now! Old Silver Dragon, don't even dream of getting your horn back, humph!" The little dragon was so triumphant it felt like flying a few laps through the air, breathing fire all the way.

However, just as it prepared to step out of the villa to check on Long Kui, who was still pinned to the ground, its expression suddenly shifted. It clutched its stomach and let out a howl of agony.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts!" The little dragon rolled on the floor, the pain far exceeding anything it could have imagined.