Boom!
Xiao Yi Xian effortlessly strangled Xuzhou to death without the slightest effort. This was the might of the Dragon Clan—slaughtering those of the same rank.
Xuzhou was merely an ordinary Dou Emperor. How could he compare to the many prodigies?
Even some powerful Dou Wangs could have crippled him...
Although everyone below the Dou Emperor realm was considered an ant, prodigies were not among them.
What was a prodigy?
Only those capable of fighting above their rank, with foundations far surpassing their peers and battle qi both greater in quantity and superior in quality to others of the same level, could be called "prodigies!"
Xiao Yi Xian's enormous dragon body slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a corpse falling from the sky and a figure clad in white.
That figure appeared much smaller than before, yet she remained incomparably powerful, filling countless people with awe, fear, and the respect reserved for the strong.
The battered Mask concealed her appearance from everyone. Only those pale violet eyes gleamed with chilling light.
Xiao Yi Xian held a Storage Ring in her fingers. With a sweep of her spiritual power, she found an abundance of medicinal herbs and gold coins inside. She had truly struck it rich.
This was what they meant by "murder and arson bring golden belts."
Xiao Yi Xian put away the Storage Ring and slowly descended from the sky. Zi Yan eagerly pounced up from below and said with a grin, "Dragon Sister, your dragon form is so powerful—and so beautiful too."
Elder Huo smiled from the side. "Your strength is truly terrifying, kid."
Beneath the Mask, Xiao Yi Xian's lips curled slightly. She rubbed Zi Yan's little head and looked at Elder Huo. "May I ask why Elder Huo is here?"
Although Elder Huo was somewhat surprised that