Rumble—!
The sky had been clear and blue, yet a thunderclap suddenly exploded. Thick bolts of lightning tore across the heavens as the winds and clouds abruptly changed color. Dark clouds converged from every direction, as though an unprecedentedly terrifying storm were about to descend.
Chen Fan transformed into an Ink Dragon and coiled through the high skies, looking down upon the crowd like a deity. His dragon's might surged to its utmost limit.
Below the stage, the cultivators from the major factions all turned pale.
"A dragon! It's a true dragon!" someone shrieked, as if they had seen a ghost.
"How is that possible? Chen Fan is actually one of the Dragon Clan..."
"No wonder—no wonder his talent is so heaven-defying. So he comes from the Dragon Clan, a descendant of the divine race." Someone muttered blankly, their face utterly stunned.
Someone came to their senses and immediately shouted, "Run! Run now, or blood will flow like a river again!"
Only several mid-Soul Division Stage powerhouses frowned, instantly sensing that something was wrong. Chen Fan's dragon might had the form but not the spirit—it looked the part, but lacked the essence.
"Do not fall for his trick! This is merely one of his transformation arts. He is absolutely not a true dragon!" an old man shouted, trying to steady the crowd's emotions.
But the scene had already descended into chaos. Many fled in terror, scrambling over one another. The Dragon Clan's prestige throughout the Four Divine Continents was simply too immense; they were practically gods.
Rumble!
At the same time, another bolt of lightning split the firmament. The Ink Dragon Chen Fan had transformed into circled high above, silently chanting, "Command the wind and summon the rain." In an instant, fierce winds howled and thunderous rain swept across a