At this moment, Bai Yujun murmured softly from her dragon jaws.
She spoke the very words Xiao was about to say.
With every whispered sentence, Xiao followed like a parrot, repeating every word without the slightest difference. The strangeness was beyond description, as if Xiao were being controlled. If he knew that every sentence he spoke had already been laid bare by the white dragon, he would probably turn and flee at once.
"I had originally planned to spare your dragon soul. What a pity—you sought your own death."
"Since that is so, I shall extract your dragon soul and forge it into an unparalleled divine weapon. A mere Demon Dragon becoming a divine weapon will surely become a tale sung for ages."
Xiao's tone was calm to an unsettling degree, more like he was talking to himself. His gaze was icy.
Bai Yujun quietly watched Xiao, slowly raising her head high.
Her dragon jaws parted slightly as she continued murmuring in a low voice. Her deep vertical pupils stared at the giant approaching step by step, listening as he repeated her words one sentence at a time...
"In the end, you are only a Wild Dragon from the lower realm, ignorant of the Dragon Race's secrets. Of course, even among the Dragon Race, few dragons know this secret art. I have used it to kill many dragons. No dragon has been able to resist it, and you will be no exception."
His tone was cold and merciless, as though slaughtering his own kind were the most natural thing in the world.
Bai Yujun arched her body, her four claws planted against the ground. The pale-white mane behind her head swayed gently as though underwater.
Behind her, the Kunlun Dragon Vein faintly manifested.
Her nostrils opened as she drew a