Tribulation of Becoming a Dragon

Cangwu Old Ancestor moved.

Its hundred-zhang centipede body suddenly contracted in the dark underground palace, then sprang forward with a speed utterly at odds with its massive size.

Two newly formed dragon claws, covered in golden scales, emerged from the middle of its body. Like two streaks of golden lightning, they seized Ao Rui's body with flawless precision.

Ao Rui felt an utterly terrifying force surge from those dragon claws. At that instant, the Dragon Race bloodline within him was suppressed so completely that he could not move.

He tried to break free, only to find the demonic power around his body seemingly frozen. He could not even lift a finger.

He tried to reveal his true form, but that suppressive force weighed upon his bloodline like a mountain, leaving him unable even to revert to his original body.

At last, a flicker of panic flashed through his eyes.

Cangwu Old Ancestor's strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

When it had been entangled in battle with Mu Xian in the underground palace earlier, its true depth had not been apparent. Now that he was truly facing it, he realized that this centipede's foundation ran astonishingly deep.

It was even superior to Mu Xian.

"Cangwu Old Ancestor! What are you trying to do?!"

For the first time, a tremor entered Ao Rui's voice, an instinctive reaction born of fear.

He stared fixedly at those golden vertical pupils close at hand and shouted with a fierce exterior masking inner weakness:

"Don't forget, I was the one who saved you just now!

"If you dare lay a hand on me, you'll face the pursuit of the entire Dragon Race—until death ends it!"

Cangwu Old Ancestor lowered its head and looked down upon the tiny Dragon Race member in its claws.