The Mountain Dragon King Who Burned Himself

Situ Xuan gulped for air, his left arm still thrust forward, the warmth of Gu Yuena's wrist still lingering between his fingers. Two Dragon Spears were buried in his body, his right arm was nearly torn apart, his left leg had been twisted open into a bloody hole, three ribs along his waist had snapped, and there was a fist-sized wound punched clean through his chest. Blood kept pouring from him, gathering into a pool on the ground, yet his back remained ramrod straight.

Just then, a shrill dragon roar came from behind him.

The sound was desolate and tragic, as though millions of years of accumulated rage and unwillingness had all poured out in this one instant.

Within the dragon's roar was an incomparably heavy aura. It was the power of the earth, the source power of the Mountain Dragon King.

Situ Xuan's originally ferocious assault suddenly stalled.

Endless gravity bore down on him like a towering mountain propping up the heavens.

That gravity was stronger than anything the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul had released before—so strong that his bones creaked and groaned, so strong that his muscles began to tear, so strong that a fine layer of blood beads seeped from the surface of his skin.

Even though his current body had already reached the perfected stage of the Six-Turn Golden Body, his flesh nearing the level of a Flawless Golden Body, under this gravity, it still could not help but bleed and tear. His knees bent, his back curved, and his body was pressed down toward the ground bit by bit.

Situ Xuan turned his head with difficulty and looked toward the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul.

The Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul hovered in the air. Its soul body was already battered beyond recognition, the