It had to be said, Tang San's strategy really did have a bit of that blind-cat-finds-a-dead-mouse luck to it.
After all, although the Gold Dragon King was awake now, if it wanted Tang San to release it, it could only let Tang San take a few small advantages.
The Blue Silver Emperor landed on the Gold Dragon King's hard dragon scales. Unlike the Gold Dragon King's cultivation, which was merely close to the realm of a Supreme God King and had not yet reached it—
The Gold Dragon King's physical strength was at the Supreme God King level!
For Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor to break through the Gold Dragon King's defenses was simply a fantasy.
His Blue Silver Emperor writhed over the Gold Dragon King's body, like mud loaches rolling through sludge, eagerly trying to burrow into the Gold Dragon King's body.
Yet those tough dragon scales fit together seamlessly, not giving Tang San even the slightest opening.
At this moment, the Gold Dragon King felt nauseated, wishing it could immediately destroy Tang San along with these disgusting Blue Silver Emperors he had released.
After all, these Blue Silver Emperors that seemed eager to suck it dry down to the marrow looked far too much like bloodthirsty leeches, like parasitic bloodworms that had crawled out from nowhere.
Dark Blue Silver Grass was said to be an incomparably evil Martial Soul, but look at the Blue Silver Emperor now, seeming to have gone mad for a mouthful of Gold Dragon Blood.
The Blue Silver Emperors kept writhing, trying to squeeze through the cracks.
So which one was truly the evil Martial Soul?
The Gold Dragon King had no choice but to pretend to turn over, forcefully stretching its body and slightly loosening the tightly fitted dragon scales on its surface,