Just Asking, Are You Scared?
As the venue for the Cosmic Holy War's interstellar finals, the Shangyuan Realm had long since gathered forces and experts from every plane.
They had to report to the main city, and naturally needed transportation. Walking or flying there was simply too undignified.
At that moment, the firmament was filled with all manner of flashy rare birds and beasts. Some spewed flames beneath their feet, some shimmered with rippling water across their bodies. Each was richer and more extravagant than the last.
By contrast.
If you drove a warship, you would be too embarrassed to greet anyone after stepping outside.
Jun Changxiao was a typical example. Having just arrived aboard the Eternal Ship, he was immediately scorned by a group of handsome men and beautiful women.
Alas.
Gousheng was helpless.
He could only summon the Nine-Horned Thundercloud Dragon.
Among all sorts of demonic beasts, Thunder-type ones were undoubtedly the most dazzling, because the special effects of erupting lightning were utterly incomparable to flames or water ripples.
Crackle!
Crackle, crackle!
The Nine-Horned Thundercloud Dragon carried Gousheng and the others through the firmament. Even the arcs of lightning lingering along its path were magnificently spectacular.
"Hyah—"
"Giddyup!"
"..."
The lofty attitudes of the handsome men and beautiful women who had been overtaken shattered in an instant, and their expressions became uglier than one another.
The dragon-tiger immortal beasts were impressive.
But before the Nine-Horned Thundercloud Dragon, they were nothing but trash.
When they sensed that purer dragon aura, their eyes even revealed humanlike fear and inferiority as they slowly lowered their heads.
Was the face-slapping over just like that?
No.
It had only begun.
Roar—!
A roar like spring thunder rang through the firmament, startling the handsome men and beautiful women into turning back as one.
Crackle!