"Eastern... Eastern Alchemy Saint... no, Dragon Lord!" Ao Zhan stared at Lu Xiaotian's figure, stammering under his breath.
The first time Lu Xiaotian went to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, it was to refine pills and treat the injuries of Nine Central City's deputy city lord. At that time, Lu Xiaotian's cultivation was still rather weak.
Afterward, Ao Zhan had continued hearing all kinds of rumors about Lu Xiaotian. By now, Lu Xiaotian had become a legend throughout the entire Dragon Race.
The puppet army, part of the Dragon Race, and the Sea Demon Race army under the Netherworld Heavenly Court fought one another in alternating waves. Overall, the opposing side held the advantage of favorable terrain. The puppet army was fighting at a tremendous disadvantage, and its numbers were also vastly inferior.
The battlefield was a tangled mess. Even if a Celestial Lord–level expert had suddenly joined the puppet army's side, it would have been difficult to change the situation in a short time. After a period of fierce fighting, perhaps the tide of victory and defeat could have been reversed, but the casualties would have been impossible to control.
Yet what a Celestial Lord could not accomplish, Lu Xiaotian had achieved with ease. He truly lived up to his status as a Heavenly Dragon who stood above ordinary Emperor-level beings.
The first existence to enter the Emperor Realm after the Dragon Race's great decline—he had indeed given Ao Zhan an ample shock and surprise.
"Brother Dongfang!" Cheng Santong shouted in delight. Among everyone present, he had once been the most at ease with Lu Xiaotian.
Fairy Yunxia, Yun Chongyi, Xinhong, and even Yun Li had met Lu Xiaotian before him, but when it came to actually speaking with him, Cheng Santong had always been the most casual.
However,