Golden-Eyed Black Dragon

The moment Zhao Xuan saw the black shadow clearly, he felt as though the surrounding air had frozen. The shadow soared high in the sky, its enormous wings blotting out the sun as it cast a swath of darkness below.

It was like a rolling storm cloud, carrying the oppressive sensation of dark clouds pressing against a city on the verge of collapse.

"Is that... a dragon?!"

Though it was not the kind of Chinese dragon he remembered, it was still a dragon. It resembled the Golden Sacred Dragon summoned by Grandmaster and the other two through their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, except this dragon was a deep, shadowy black rather than a dazzling gold.

With a slight beat of its wings, the Black Dragon had already arrived before Zhao Xuan. Its eyes were golden like the sun, radiating soul-stirring light like two priceless gems. The bones in its spread wings were remarkably formed, covered by astonishingly elastic membranes and skin.

Its body was covered in exquisite, beautiful scales. The glossy black scales linked together like a suit of armor.

The Black Dragon spoke, its voice dark and gloomy. "Human, you should not have come here."

Zhao Xuan stared directly into the dragon's eyes, feeling goosebumps rise across every inch of his skin. Those indifferent eyes sent a chill through his heart.

This was definitely a Spirit Beast with a cultivation of a hundred thousand years. It was even stronger than he had imagined. Perhaps it had surpassed a hundred thousand years and reached the two-hundred-thousand-year level of the Wisdom Tree—or perhaps even higher.

With deep caution in his heart, Zhao Xuan met the Black Dragon's gaze. "Your Majesty, I had no intention of offending you. Please forgive me."

"Forgive you?" The Black Dragon's deep, powerful voice carried a trace