Even though the vast majority of dragons lived lives of hiding and fleeing, they still found it difficult to escape the Four Celestial Courts' search and capture. They were brought here under escort by immortal soldiers like livestock.
If the Celestial Court discovered his identity, he would either have his tendons pulled out and soul extracted on the spot, or, like the lives before him, wait like livestock for the Celestial Court to pass judgment and bring his life to an end.
At that moment, the war drums of the surrounding immortal army thundered with increasing intensity, while the battle flags snapped and roared in the wind. Together with the falling reflections of the Nine Heavens Mystic River, they formed a grand and imposing scene.
As these dragons were brought forward, the immortal radiance of the foremost warship vanished. At the same time, the long-silent Dragon-Slaying Platform stirred, like an incomparably ferocious primordial beast waking from slumber after taking a brief nap.
Then a mighty aura swept outward, so powerful that even Lu Xiaotian's heart trembled with fear. Though it was not aimed at him, Lu Xiaotian still could not help turning deathly pale. He felt that his cultivation was already far from weak at the Heavenly Immortal level. Even while injured, if he truly fought, only someone whose power in one law approached perfection could hope to suppress him completely.
Yet beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine and the falling reflections of the Mystic River, Lu Xiaotian felt as tiny and ashamed as an ant. Not to mention his current cultivation—even after breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm, he feared he would still have little room to resist beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. It was already this terrifying from the guillotine's own killing intent alone, without anyone urging it on. If