"I'm the weakest? How much stronger could that Black Dragon possibly be than me?" Xie Xie immediately bristled. Primordial Sword Demon had comprehended the Soul-Origin Sword Body, and Xie Xie had nothing to say about reaching such a level while in Primordial Spirit form. As for Ying Langtian, he had been one of the four Wolf Lords of the Howling Moon Wolf Clan. Xie Xie couldn't dispute that he was stronger, either. But when it came to the Black Dragon, Xie Xie didn't believe he was any weaker.
"The Black Dragon may once have been inferior to you, but now he has mastered many dragon-clan techniques, integrating some of them completely. In particular, he has cultivated the Dragon Soul Battle Garment divine ability for over a thousand years and has begun to reach proficiency. The space where that young friend Dongfang—or rather, young friend Lu—is located was born only recently. It contains many wondrous forces of heaven and earth. But the Primordial Spirits trapped here, you and I included, are too weak; even if we gain a little from them, it won't amount to much. The Primordial Sword Demon and the Black Dragon are different. The benefits they've gained here are immense. Otherwise, why would the Primordial Sword Demon have cultivated the Soul-Origin Sword Body now, when he hadn't managed it before?"
"And why does the Black Dragon's strength keep growing? His techniques are one reason, but another is that heaven and earth are in their first stages here, offering more opportunities to advance." A wisp of Ying Langtian's Primordial Spirit chuckled. "Even those wolf riders weren't elite troops among my Howling Moon Wolf Riders before. Of barely six hundred riders, nearly two hundred are now True Immortals. Their proportion of Mystic Immortals is unprecedented, and even those two juniors,