The Dark Dragon King's Defeat

Xiong Jun had four hundred thousand years of cultivation.

Zi Ji had over three hundred thousand years of cultivation.

Working together, even if a human Limit Douluo came, they would never gain the slightest advantage.

Yet now, they had been defeated so miserably.

Di Tian looked at Yu Xiaoheng, his voice heavy.

"Human, you have grown too quickly."

"Back in Spirit City, if I had not covered your retreat, you would have died at Qian Yuhan's hands long ago."

"You inherited the Dragon God Origin. You should have been the hope of our Dragon Clan, so why are you slaughtering your own kind?"

Di Tian pointed at Zi Ji, who lay on the ground struggling.

Zi Ji was of the Hell Demon Dragon Clan, a pure descendant of True Dragons.

Yu Xiaoheng had used Heavenly Punishment Purple Fire to destroy her Martial Soul and bloodline. In Di Tian's eyes, this was a betrayal of the Dragon Clan.

Yu Xiaoheng calmly watched the black-clad man before him.

Behind him, the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon Martial Soul slowly circled, radiating a noble and majestic aura.

Xiong Jun and Zi Ji's miserable states were fully visible on the ground.

Faced with Di Tian's questioning, he merely dusted off his sleeve.

"I fought them because I fought them. Why say more?"

"Di Tian, your interests and Gu Yuena's amount to nothing more than the survival of the Spirit Beast clan and the continuation of the Dragon God Bloodline."

"Since I bear the Dragon God Origin, I am in the same boat as you."

"I did not strike to kill today."

"If I had truly intended to kill them, Xiong Jun and Zi Ji would already be two corpses."

At the mention of the name "Gu Yuena," Di Tian's pupils constricted.

Black dragon power violently surged