Lu Xiaotian held two drops of blood in his palm, one taken from Zhuang Gan and the other from Ying Feng, both Heavenly Immortal-level dragons.
With a thought, Lu Xiaotian conjured a mirror before him, reflecting his current appearance. His face rippled and shifted, and moments later he looked exactly like Ying Feng. He had chosen to temporarily impersonate Ying Feng only after careful consideration.
Though Zhuang Gan and Ying Feng seemed to have submitted to him inside the Green Fruit Barrier, handed over their cultivation techniques, and willingly offered a drop of their essence blood, Lu Xiaotian still had to stay on his guard. After all, he was no longer alone. The many dragons and humans within the Green Fruit Barrier, the wolf riders, and tens of thousands of dragon souls were all sheltered beneath his wings.
He could not afford the slightest lapse. By comparison, Ying Lin, Ying Xuanming, Ying Xuanling, and the other Heavenly Immortal-level dragons all came from the South Sea Dragon Palace. They knew Ying Feng extremely well, as did his cultivation techniques; the two sides had sparred many times in the past.
Under these circumstances, impersonating Ying Feng was naturally the safest choice.
Even if the immortal army of the Netherworld Celestial Court was the first to enter this time, the Netherworld Celestial Court and the Yu Xuan Celestial Court had always maintained decent relations. Since Lu Xiaotian could make clear that he came from the South Sea Dragon Palace, the other side's immortal army should not attack him right away.
After all, Ying Feng was publicly known as a Heavenly Immortal-level dragon. Even if he was not especially well regarded by the Yu Xuan Celestial Court, there was truth in the saying: even when beating a dog, one had to consider its master.