"Song Gudú, you old dog, you old bastard who refuses to die, get out here!" Li Mu Yang cursed loudly, trying to provoke him into showing himself.
His eyes swept around, searching for Song Gudú's figure. He focused and stayed on guard, wary that Song Gudú might suddenly appear and deal them a fatal blow.
He knew how powerful the old bastard was. If possible, it would be best never to make an enemy of him. But if they accidentally became enemies, they had to find every possible way to kill him—otherwise, they would wake screaming from nightmares every night.
"Stop looking." That aged voice sounded in his ears once again. "I'm a thousand li away. I can sense your presence."
Li Mu Yang's face was filled with shock.
The Divine Roam Realm—taking someone's head from a thousand li away.
Could it be that old Song Gudú had already become this powerful?
If that was true, would his own grandfather, Old Master Lu Xingkong, who had fought a bloody battle atop Mount Lan, have any chance of escaping?
"I know your heart is filled with fury. I know the evil dragon inside you is growing more and more unwilling. It refuses to lie dormant like this, refusing to be completely devoured by your consciousness."
"The more you absorb, and the more completely your consciousness merges with that evil dragon's, the more easily you'll be affected and controlled by its emotions. But if you refuse to merge with and absorb it, you'll have no way to use dragon abilities and rapidly raise your cultivation realm. Everything in this world is like that. What gives rise to what also restrains it, and what restrains it also gives rise to it."
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Li Mu Yang stopped shouting