Wang Xuan stepped forward in his six-meter-long golden dragon body, his footsteps impossibly light. When his claws touched the ground, they did not disturb even a single grain of sand.
The footwork of Eight Steps Against the Dragon had already become instinctive. His enormous body contrasted sharply with his light steps; from a distance, he looked like a mass of golden light gliding silently along.
The middle-aged man in the air rolled his eyes frantically, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
His entire body was rigid. He could not move so much as a finger, and only his eyes could still move with difficulty.
He stared fixedly at the golden Lion King Dragon below. The fear in his eyes deepened, but he was imprisoned, unable to move at all. Even his expression remained unchanged.
This was no young Dragon King.
This was a Dragon King that had truly grown powerful.
Even in the Dragon King Contest, it would be an overwhelmingly powerful contender.
A single ray of divine light had pinned him in midair, bringing both space and time to a standstill.
Although the young Dragon Kings also possessed Ancestral Dragon Qi, their strength was limited, and they lacked mastery over their supernatural powers. Their divine light was likewise formidable, but it could never produce such an astonishing effect.
Imprisoning space, imprisoning time, imprisoning laws.
An Imprisonment Art of this caliber already involved the laws of space and time.
This was the gulf between a truly powerful Dragon King and a young one.
Wang Xuan walked beneath the middle-aged man and raised his golden dragon eyes, carefully studying the savage pinned in midair.
His gaze swept over the savage's tattered animal skins, disheveled hair, and dark skin before finally settling on his eyes.
Besides fear, those eyes held a trace of