Chapter 853
Buzz!
Black-red Baleful Intent surged.
In an instant.
Evil qi rose, Baleful Intent sank, hanging there like a heavy abyss of darkness.
Meng Zhi was like a man standing before the cliffs of an abyss.
Then, a scaled hand tore open the black mist before him.
Its towering body stepped out from within.
Black-red mist coiled through the folds and seams of its dharma robe, around its indifferent eyes, and amid its wildly cascading hair.
Hiss.
The enormous dragon maw opened slightly, and scorching heat immediately poured forth.
It was clearly an incomparably towering old dragon. It looked ancient and withered, its skin like blackened dead bark clinging to long, thin bones.
Age spots, deathly qi, the air of twilight years, even an unpleasant old-man smell slowly wafted out, making it impossible to tell whether it was alive or dead.
The "old dragon's" eyes were sharply divided between black and red.
Though it clearly had pupils, no expression could be seen in its gaze.
Sensing that presence emerge, Meng Zhi raised his hand and respectfully held the black-gold blood saber above his head.
The tall, gaunt old dragon moved its withered hand and grasped the black-gold blood saber.
It was such an ordinary handover. No dazzling radiance erupted, nor did any divine light flash. The old dragon moved slowly, like a decayed old man struggling to move, barely able to crawl into his own coffin.
The "old dragon," gripping the long saber, walked past Meng Zhi.
Thud.
Its footsteps landed heavily.
It clearly wore neither iron boots nor cloth shoes, only bare feet—bare dragon-clawed feet—yet it felt as though it were stepping on everyone's chests.
That heavy sound made the burly man's expression solemn, made the effeminate young master face a great enemy, and made the old man