As the golden light faded, a golden dragon ten zhang long coiled in the middle of the street. Its scales gleamed brilliantly, its whiskers fluttered, and its golden eyes looked down upon Black Crow, filled with majesty and dominance.
"Roar!"
Ao Yue threw his head back and roared. His dragon cry shook the heavens, and a powerful Dragon Might swept outward. The surrounding houses collapsed one after another, while the Sand Painting Sect disciples were so crushed by his aura that they could barely breathe. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. Even the leader of the Sand Painting Sect had gone deathly pale, panic written across his face.
Black Crow was also startled by the sudden turn of events. He had never imagined that Ao Yue was actually a dragon! He inwardly cried out that things were bad, hastily retreating as he tried to escape.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
Ao Yue let out a cold laugh. His enormous dragon tail swept out like a golden bolt of lightning, catching up with Black Crow in an instant and lashing him viciously.
"Bang!"
Black Crow was sent flying by the dragon tail and slammed heavily into a wall. The wall collapsed on the spot, burying him beneath the rubble.
Ao Yue did not stop there. He opened his gaping maw, and a stream of golden Dragon Breath erupted, completely melting the pile of rubble.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream came from the rubble. Black Crow emerged once more, but by then he was gravely wounded, his aura faint and feeble. He looked at Ao Yue in terror, his eyes filled with despair and fear.
Ao Yue walked toward Black Crow step by step. His enormous dragon claw rose high, preparing to deliver the final blow.
"Wait!"
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