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Yan Ji stared at Lu Xiaotian in astonishment. The longer she spent with this young man, the more she realized how impossible he was to read. It seemed that his strength always advanced when no one was looking; by the time she came to her senses, Lu Xiaotian had already reached a whole new level. His cultivation had not risen much this time, but when she had encountered him after his transformation into a dragon, he had felt like no more than a Heavenly Immortal-level dragon. Now, seeing him wield the Fangtian Halberd, she almost felt as if she were facing an entire host of dragons.
Lu Xiaotian studied the Fangtian Halberd in his hands again and again. Not just Yan Ji—even he felt a wholly new understanding while holding it. When facing an enemy, he no longer seemed to be fighting alone. Instead, he could feel the thousands upon thousands of jiao souls and python souls in the Dragon Transformation Pool. This was entirely different from commanding the Dragon Wolf Riders.
Though the Dragon Wolf Riders had been thoroughly subdued by him, they were not, after all, dragons. The habits that had been rooted deep in their souls would not change completely just because of that. Lu Xiaotian could command the Dragon Wolf Riders and control them as if they were his own limbs, but at the end of the day, they belonged to a different race. He could only control the power of the Dragon Wolf Totem when his cultivation was sufficient to match it.
But after the countless python and jiao souls in the Dragon Transformation Pool had submitted completely, Lu Xiaotian could refine them with dragon qi and make them entirely his own. The pool would not turn on him just because his cultivation was