Black-Robed Man

The Bai family's Spirit Transformation cultivator abruptly fell silent. He lowered his head to look at the three bloody holes in his chest, blood gurgling from them, and the mockery on his face only deepened.

"A dragon is born with four claws and five toes, while a mere flood dragon like you has only two feet and three toes! As the saying goes, a monkey in a cap is still a monkey. A flood dragon like you can forget about ever becoming a dragon!"

The Dragon Emperor flew into a rage. Transforming into a dragon had long since become her obsession.

She had endured nine deaths and a lifetime of hardship to return from the Spirit Realm to the Qianluo Realm, and had plotted for a hundred years precisely so she could successfully transform into a dragon.

The Bai family's Deity Transformation True Saint had struck right at her sore spot.

"Humans truly deserve to die! Today, I will tread upon the bones of you three, seize humanity's Great Fortune, and achieve the body of a true dragon!"

After speaking coldly, the Dragon Emperor showed no further mercy. A pale blue watery domain silently expanded, swallowing the Bai family's Deity Transformation True Saint.

At this point, all three of humanity's Spirit Transformation cultivators had fallen into the Dragon Emperor's domain.

After trapping the three together, the Dragon Emperor sat down cross-legged and focused on dealing with them within her domain.

At the Spirit Transformation level, cultivators could commune with heaven and earth.

Although she had trapped the three, killing them would still require some effort.

The Sea Clan cultivators watching the battle immediately erupted in cheers at this sight.

The human cultivators, meanwhile, wore bleak expressions, looking utterly restless and uneasy.

Though the three human great powers all possessed Soul