Nether Azure True Power surged outward.
The group of four arrived atop a giant serpent.
For a moment.
High in the heavens.
Dragon and serpent stood together.
The dragon was a hundred zhang long, massive as a mountain, with azure scales and golden eyes, riding the clouds.
When an ancient creature bordering on legend truly appeared before the world, rising and falling amid a sea of clouds, the sight never failed to inspire awe, no matter how many times one saw it.
Yet the blood-eyed azure serpent a hundred meters away was in no way inferior to that godlike azure dragon in the sky, whether in size or aura.
"The King of Misfortune... has arrived!"
"I never imagined he would actually dare to come. Now we're in for it—this place may well witness a clash of dragons and tigers!"
"A clash of dragons and tigers? Qin Qiankun is certainly a Peerless True Dragon, but that lowborn commoner is hardly a lord of the mountains!"
Gazing at the two peerless youths high above, the gathered beings were swept by emotion. Many had thought Xiao Chen would never appear, yet he had come in the end.
Qin Qiankun was too dazzling. Across the vast Azure Spirit, he was a living myth.
Someone had once said that even looking back a thousand years, no one could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
The past thousand years had produced quite a few Peerless True Dragons, but none had shone as brilliantly as he did.
To all of Azure Spirit's young prodigies, Qin Qiankun was a nightmare, a heavenly chasm, a towering mountain range they could scarcely surmount.
For all these years.
He alone had shone in the sky.
No one had dared steal his radiance.
Never mind exchanging blows.
Even looking up at him