Facing the clever Azure Dragon, Zhang Yang curled his lips. In truth, he felt a little regretful.
Why wasn't it a female?
But there was no way to reject this cheap disciple now. He would just make do with it.
"Take good care of yourself. Ahead of you, there are fifty senior brothers and nine senior sisters."
After leaving those words behind, Zhang Yang washed his hands of the matter. He had just reassessed it with the brick, and this Azure Dragon couldn't stir up any trouble.
The days that followed became quiet and dull—until one day, the sky exploded.
It exploded without warning.
Even Zhang Yang, who was reading the "Great Dao Scripture," was startled.
When he looked up, he saw that the originally cloud-shrouded sky had been stirred by some unknown force. The black clouds were like an Azure Dragon, and the hurricanes like a Kunpeng. In just a few breaths, the sky collapsed.
Countless fiery meteors came plunging down madly. Had another world been destroyed?
"Roar!"
A roar that shook heaven and earth rang out, like a hundred thousand great drums being beaten at once. In the next moment, amid the countless fiery meteors, a huge black shadow glided out gracefully yet coldly. It was actually a gigantic black dragon, likely several hundred meters long, with a pair of wings growing from its back. It spewed a searing pillar of flame thousands of meters long from its mouth as it wheeled about without restraint.
Only then did Zhang Yang notice that those fiery meteors were actually World Fragments of varying sizes, ignited by that black dragon.
"What a grand annual spectacle."
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue twice, interested only in watching the show.
Suddenly, a fighter jet wrapped in dark-gold radiance—yes, absolutely a fighter jet; Zhang Yang