Wang Qi and the Holy Emperor had employed one method after another, making it seem as though they had been locked in fierce battle for ages. But in truth, from Wang Qi's appearance, to the repeated emergence of his avatars, to their total annihilation, and then to the Holy Emperor being forced to ascend ahead of time, only a quarter of an hour had passed.
And a quarter of an hour earlier, Xiboche and the Dragon King had still been facing off.
Both knew that they faced an absolute powerhouse. They had to tread with the utmost care; not a single step could go wrong.
Otherwise, one misplaced move on the chessboard, and body and Dao would both perish.
In the standoff, the Giant Dragon suddenly raised his long neck and let out three earth-shaking roars toward the sky—two long, one short. Xiboche did not react. The Giant Dragon lowered his head, somewhat disappointed. "Why aren't you attacking? I thought you'd at least get a fright." Without waiting for Xiboche to reply, he circled once through the air, then laughed. "Very calm, old man. How about this? I'll tell you another secret. Guess what those three roars just now did, besides bluffing? Guess? Go on, guess?"
Xiboche's expression remained peaceful.
Greatly disappointed, the Giant Dragon threw back his head and roared. "Boring, boring. You really are... Fine, I'll just tell you. Those three roars were actually a signal. Every low-level demon beast under my control, as well as those dragons I deceived into not knowing that I am no longer the master of this original body, will all be mobilized to assault your Immortal Alliance's West Border once they hear it! Well? Surprised? Happy?"
Xiboche raised one hand levelly, pointing directly at the Giant Dragon. He was considered tall among