In the center of the Beast City, a majestic and huge city-within-a-city stands tall and towering. It is the mysterious and majestic City Lord's Mansion that everyone in the Beast City calls it.
The City Lord's Mansion is like a giant beast entrenched in the core of the city, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
There is a mansion in each of its three directions: east, west and south. The decoration of these three mansions is simply staggering.
The walls of the mansion are all made of precious jade, which shines warmly under the moonlight; the glazed tiles on the roof are colorful and shining; the doors and windows are carved with exquisite patterns, either of auspicious animals galloping or fairy figures.
Cao Linghua, every detail shows the ultimate luxury.
These three mansions formed an angle, tightly surrounding the city lord's palace, forming an indestructible defense system.
The mansions echo each other, forming a tight whole. Anyone who wants to attack the city lord's mansion must first break through the defense lines of these three mansions. Its strategic significance is self-evident.
These three mansions are the residences of the three beast generals under the city lord. They are not only the residences of the beast generals, but also important barriers to the city lord's palace.
Late at night, the entire beast city was immersed in silence. Everything was silent except for the guards on duty who were patrolling dutifully.
Their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, adding a few minutes of silence to the night.
However, in the mansion to the east, the lights were still bright, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.
The atmosphere in the hall was slightly tense. Sitting at the head was an eight-foot-tall middle-aged monk. He was General Xing, one of the three great beast generals.
General Xing's eyes were like bells, deep and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts, exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly.
He was dressed in a black robe, embroidered with golden patterns, and shimmered with his movements, making him even more noble and extraordinary.
"Baicheng, is what you said true? Are there really dragon monks in that prison? And they are from the golden dragon clan?"
General Xing's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall, with a hint of doubt and curiosity.
He frowned slightly and stared at Baicheng closely, as if he wanted to see a flaw in his expression.
Baicheng sat at the bottom of the table and replied with certainty: "General Xing, how dare I deceive you? Everything I said is true."
There was a trace of eagerness in his eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, hoping that the general would believe him.
He knew that what he said was too bizarre, but if he did not inform the general about it, he was afraid that there would be even greater trouble in the future.
After hearing this, General Xing frowned slightly, obviously still not believing what Baicheng said.
At this time, a guest said: "General Xing, there has never been a true dragon monk in this beast city for thousands of years, let alone one from the golden dragon clan.
This Baicheng is just a dragon who transformed into a dragon. He wears a fake dragon horn and wants to act like a dragon. I think he is crazy about wanting to transform into a dragon and is suffering from paranoia."
The guest guest's words were full of ridicule and suspicion. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and a look of disdain appeared in his eyes. The other guest guests also nodded in agreement, and a burst of low-pitched discussion suddenly sounded in the hall.
After hearing this, Baicheng became anxious and defended loudly: "Don't be slanderous. I saw it with my own eyes. How can I be wrong?"
His face turned red, his eyes flashed with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he would rush forward to argue with the guest at any time.
He never imagined that his truthful words would be questioned and slandered in such a way.
Another guest also continued: "I also think what Fellow Daoist Bai said is a bit strange. He said that the other party was only a ninth-level monk in the Tribulation Realm, but he himself was a fourth-level Mahayana Realm. However, he was killed by a Tribulation Realm.
The ninth-grade monk was defeated, how is this possible?"