Little Stubborn Dragon

The Devil needed the power of the Dragon Clan Sacred Tree to cleanse the yin and death qi from his entire body. This process would take a few months at the shortest, or more than half a year at the longest. During this time, Zhou Tong and the others quietly cultivated as well.

This time, however, Zhou Tong did not dare entrust matters to Xiao Chen with complete peace of mind. His secluded cultivation site was not far from where the Devil was using the Dragon Clan Sacred Tree to cleanse his fleshly body. The moment the Devil emerged from seclusion, Zhou Tong would know immediately.

Then, seven days later, Xiao Chen suddenly arrived with a small dragon whose entire body was black and whose build somewhat resembled that of a tiger or leopard. He was also holding a piece of red-black cloth.

There was nothing special about this piece of cloth. It felt like nothing more than fabric that had endured countless years. Yet the instant Zhou Tong and Lan Nuo saw it, they were both startled. The cloth indeed contained an aura of Saint Blood, supreme and unparalleled.

"Awooo!!"

As Zhou Tong examined the cloth, stained red-black with blood, the little dragon Xiao Chen had brought back suddenly opened its mouth and roared repeatedly at him. Its entire body was pitch-black, and it had the build of a tiger or leopard.

"Little Stubborn Dragon!!" Xiao Chen was startled and looked at the little dragon with concern.

"A special Dragon King... Its Ancestral Dragon Qi is somewhat lacking." Only then did Zhou Tong turn his attention to the little dragon.

This little dragon differed from all the others. Its head was that of an Ancestral Dragon, but it had no horns, like a Dragon King born with congenital deficiencies.