Izumo Kingdom.
Myriad Saints Princess stared fixedly at the battlefield.
Her father, the Myriad Saints Dragon King, and Guangcai Dragon King, Buddhism's hidden pawn, formed a pincer attack as they bore down on Little White Dragon Ao Lie. This should have been a battle without any surprises.
Yet the scene before her differed from what she had imagined.
After Guangcai Dragon King revealed his hand, Little White Dragon once more unleashed the divine abilities he had used before.
No.
They were not merely the divine abilities he had used previously, but even more abilities she had never seen before.
Although Little White Dragon's cultivation was lower than the other two's, he relied on those dazzling, innumerable transformations to fend off the two Dragon Kings' methods.
Right.
There was also one other point worth mentioning.
Little White Dragon seemed to be carrying a Dragon Clan treasury on his back. Treasures with all sorts of effects emerged one after another—innate, acquired, with every kind of function imaginable.
He had even taken out the Slaying Dragon Sword to counter dragon-based transformations.
At certain moments, he could even force her father and Guangcai Dragon King into steady retreat.
Myriad Saints Princess clenched her fingers until they turned white.
Everything she had done had been ordered from above.
Now, seeing Little White Dragon fight so bravely, she suddenly felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.
Somehow, she seemed to feel that everything she possessed had already drifted far away.
Myriad Saints Princess did not know why she felt so sad. She only felt that it came from nowhere.
Just as she wanted to examine this emotion further, her expression abruptly changed. Suppressing the pain in her heart, she mounted a streak of escaping light and vanished directly from Izumo Kingdom.
Hmm?
Little White Dragon Ao