Seeing that Wang Daoyuan had merely depleted too much spiritual power and suffered no substantial injuries, Zhou Luan breathed a sigh of relief.
"The higher one's cultivation, the greater the gap between each realm, and the harder it becomes to defeat the strong while weak.
A Sixth-tier Demonic Beast is comparable in strength to a Deity Transformation Cultivator. Defeating a Deity Transformation Cultivator with Nascent Soul cultivation, even if the difference is only a hair's breadth, is harder than climbing to the heavens.
In Blood Shadow's records spanning tens of thousands of years, there were only a scant few Nascent Soul Peak cultivators who could emerge unscathed from the hands of an Early Soul Transformation cultivator.
Every one of them was an outstanding genius of their age, yet you actually forced back a Sixth-tier Dragon Seed."
"Your husband is no ordinary man. I've depleted too much spiritual power and need to recover."
Zhou Luan did not disturb him further, merely putting away the heavy sword that was difficult even to carry.
Wang Daoyuan did not spend much effort recovering either. In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, his spiritual power had fully recovered.
He transformed his body into a true dragon. "That Dragon Seed knows how formidable I am, so it will not come looking for trouble alone again.
Dragon Seeds all possess a measure of pride and will not gather other Demon Beasts to besiege me.
There should not be any other Sixth-tier Demonic Beasts nearby. I'll transform directly into a true dragon.
Ride on my back, and we'll rush straight up from above.
Let's see which Fifth-tier Demonic Beast is tired of living and dares trouble me."
Zhou Luan nodded, seized his two Dragon Horns, and once more rode atop Wang