Everyone had thought about how death might come for them.
Old age, illness, being slain in a duel, cut down by blade or sword, blasted to death by martial arts or supernatural abilities, burned, frozen, crushed beneath thunder...
As long as a living being still fought, they had prepared themselves for death.
But Ying Dragon Calamity Gold had never imagined it.
Such a brutal, tiny, insignificant death—like a mantis crushed beneath a carriage wheel—would befall a proud dragon.
Great Red had become fragments and rain.
Falling upon him.
Calamity Gold's body trembled.
His body trembled—because his flesh, because the dragon blood within him that had been activated and nearly brought to a boil after reaching the Zhaolin Realm, told him that the being before him was far stronger than they were.
And that instinct from the deepest reaches of his bloodline clearly told him their sole path to survival.
So long as he bowed his head, he could live.
This being did not seem bloodthirsty. He was merely clearing away every obstacle in his path.
As long as he tucked his tail between his legs, bowed low, utterly cast aside a dragon's dignity, and thought only of staying alive... he would surely survive.
Heavenly Fate... this truly was not an opponent they could challenge. His earlier thoughts had indeed been far too arrogant, far too like a frog at the bottom of a well.
But...
He chose to fight.
After its trembling, Calamity Gold's boiling Ying Dragon blood ignited in an even fiercer blaze.
"Without the influence of my Fate Grid, I have to test the weight of Heavenly Fate!"
If a dragon wished to oppose, to resist, it would dare defy even the commands of Heaven—let alone the instincts of its bloodline and the disparity in their actual strength?