Suppression
At that moment, even Lu Xiaotian could barely suppress the surging battle intent. The true dragon race was born for battle, and Lu Xiaotian's dragon form had only emerged after countless bloody battles, devouring the Primordial Spirits of countless fiends and fusing them into a dragon soul.
Lu Xiaotian's dragon soul was like an unruly sword. It was unwilling to remain confined in one place and could find peace only through constant battle.
After being restrained for so long, once it erupted, it was like a mountain torrent and a savage beast breaking loose. At that moment, within the Demon-Suppressing Tower's space, the Primordial Spirit of the flame dragon had also been released. As it watched the astonishing scene before it, even the flame dragon's Primordial Spirit could not help trembling. Dragon might—this was true dragon might. Before Lu Xiaotian even made a move, the nearly hundred demonic wolves pulling the chariot had already been so terrified that they prostrated themselves, their bodies quivering as whimpers and mournful cries spilled from their mouths. That sheer momentum alone was already more than they could bear.
Zhao Qifeng was also utterly surprised. Although these nearly hundred wolf riders were not enough to contend with a True Immortal, while he and Xu Suqin were dueling with someone, the wolf riders could still form a battle formation and cause a True Immortal opponent considerable trouble. He had never imagined that the battle intent erupting from Lu Xiaotian alone, along with his aura, would already crush the pack pulling the chariot, rendering them useless. Even the auras of Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin were forcibly suppressed beneath that battle intent.
At that moment, a pair of horns grew from Lu Xiaotian's forehead, while his face and body began to twist.
A dragon's roar, sounding