"Ha ha ha! Fine methods, fine Flood Dragon! You must be the Northern Meng Dragon King, the Human Clan prodigy hailed as a True Dragon walking the world?"
Just as the two Flood Dragons faced off and a great battle was about to erupt, a clear, lilting voice drifted out from the Crystal Palace, thread by thread, carrying a lazy air that was rather pleasant to hear.
"I dare not claim to be a True Dragon walking the world. When I one day cultivate into a God or Devil, completely transform my bloodline, and take the form of a True Dragon, then it will not be too late to say so."
Meng Zhao was not overly modest either. The titles Northern Meng Dragon King and Human Clan prodigy gave him pause, but as for being a True Dragon walking the world, he was still slightly short of the mark for now.
His bloodline could indeed be called that of a True Dragon walking the world—indeed, it could even be considered that of an Emperor Dragon walking the world. Only Ancestor Dragon Ying Zheng and that unknown Primeval Dragon Body could stand beside him in comparison.
Yet the secret of his bloodline was known to him alone. Outsiders only knew that he possessed Dragon Body bloodline; they did not know that this Dragon Body was so ancient and powerful. Thus, calling him a True Dragon walking the world was not entirely unfitting.
Of course, True Dragons were beings comparable to Gods and Devils, and the Dragon Pearls they condensed were comparable to Dao Fruits. Therefore, for Meng Zhao, with his Celestial Human cultivation, to be called a True Dragon walking the world was indeed somewhat inappropriate. At the very least, his current strength was still insufficient.
After the two exchanged a