At the same time, the battle between Bear Lord and Long Xiaoyao also reached its final conclusion.
Accompanied by a violent explosion, a mournful dragon roar echoed across the heavens.
Immediately afterward, a massive Dark Saint Dragon came crashing down from several thousand meters in the sky.
The terrifying force created by its draconic body striking the ground was no less powerful than a potent Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shell detonating on the surface.
Its dragon scales were shattered everywhere, its dragon horns completely broken, and its dragon tail had been entirely severed by the Sky Rending Claw.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, others would likely have found it difficult to imagine that this Black Dragon, drawing more breath out than in, was actually Long Xiaoyao, the Dragon Emperor Douluo who had once shaken the continent.
The enormous dragon body was shrinking and dispersing, turning into the most fundamental soul power between heaven and earth and returning to this planet.
Beneath the black scales, Long Xiaoyao's aged face gradually emerged.
Hidden beneath that lofty Limit Douluo cultivation was a gaunt body that had nearly burned away all its vitality and blood.
Intense deathly aura shrouded the elderly man at death's door, signaling that his death was imminent.
Huo Yuhao did not look at Long Xiaoyao immediately. Instead, he calmly compressed the surrounding space even tighter before turning his head toward him.
"Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, considering your relationship with my teacher, I should call you Senior. How many times has this been that we've met?"
A trace of reminiscence appeared in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
If he remembered correctly, Long Xiaoyao owed him a debt of gratitude for sparing his life.
Although he had relied on a bet with Long Xiaoyao to severely injure him and