When the spatial fluctuations in the void settled back to their former level and grew relatively calm, Wen Tingdao and Muye Wujiang, two Golden Immortal-level dragons, landed on a drifting boulder to rest. Looking out at the distant void, now blank and utterly devoid of life, even the two of them—despite their cultivation—felt a lingering chill of fear.
"What a pity about Fellow Daoist Ying." Wen Tingdao stared blankly into the distance for a long while before letting out a deep sigh. A Celestial Immortal-level dragon with such formidable strength, who had also reached the astonishing realm of a fourth-grade Pill Sage—by all reason, it should only have been a matter of time before Lu Xiaotian advanced to the Golden Immortal level.
Wen Tingdao thought highly of himself. The dragons, corpse clan, and qilin clan all recognized him as the strongest in the secret realm. But in terms of potential, he still fell short of Wen Yan, a five-clawed golden dragon. And then there was Lu Xiaotian.
"That's right. Though Fellow Daoist Ying was a dragon who entered the secret realm from the outside, what he did would put us old fellows to shame. He helped the Xiaolong Mountain and Sunset Dragon Hall clans in turn, and the two Golden Immortal-level experts of the Blood-Eyed Thunder Kun clan were eliminated thanks to his efforts. Now he helped us get rid of Shun Dongxiao, that thorn in our side. It's just a pity we never expected that bastard to have a Shattered Domain Blood Sky Stone in his possession. The surrounding space was all caught in the disaster, and Fellow Daoist Ying couldn't escape either."
Muye Wujiang let out a heavy sigh as well. "Now that Fellow Daoist Ying is gone, we've also completely lost contact with the dragons behind him.