She had brought along the dragon army Lu Xiaotian had forged into shape, as well as formidable fighters like Jin Tong, Wen Tingdao, and Meng Fushan. Even with all that help, she had still been treading on thin ice.
Compared with the Immortal Realm back then, Lu Xiaotian had been no more than an ant. Yet he had carried the entire dragon race all the way to where they were now.
"It was probably while you were held up by the restrictions of the Departed Dream Demon Mist." As he spoke, Lu Xiaotian raised his left hand slightly. The Floating Life Bone Boat and the Ancestor of the Qiu Dream Demons aboard it appeared in his palm.
Seeing her former master sealed within the other party's palm, Crimson Dream Demon Venerable felt a satisfaction unlike any she had ever known. At the same time, she found the Dragon Lord before her all the more unfathomable.
So many Dragon Lords and Demon Lords had been entirely at Lu Xiaotian's mercy. Even the Ancestor of the Qiu Dream Demons, who had schemed so deeply and harbored such venomous intentions, had been captured with ease.
"Leave this old monster to you. Once you've killed it, leave this place and take the army straight back to the Dragon Domain." Lu Xiaotian collected the dragon scales Wen Yan had obtained, then forcibly pried the Floating Life Bone Boat from the Ancestor of the Qiu Dream Demons.
"So you're the Dragon Lord. You don't look like you have three heads and six arms. Since you're here, give me a swift death." Knowing his end was near, the Ancestor of the Qiu Dream Demons simply asked to die.
"You're not worthy of the Dragon Lord's hand." Jin Tong gave a feral grin. That old monster had had