"You again!" The Dragon Emperor froze, a look of intense shock appearing on his face.
He had never imagined that the Blood Dragon Pagoda Array, for which he had paid such a tremendous price, had failed to suppress Zhou Heng to death! He had indeed underestimated Zhou Heng's strength before, but even a Seven-Aspect Bright Immortal should not have possessed enough Spiritual Power to support Zhou Heng in breaking out of the grand array, should he?
From the Dragon Emperor's perspective, there had been nothing wrong with his arrangements. But the crucial point was that Zhou Heng had refined Nine-Yuan Spirit Recovery Pills during this time, greatly increasing his ability to sustain battle!
Of course, if even all that had not worked, Zhou Heng could have called out Red Moon. That mistress was an unbelievably powerful existence—wouldn't a mere Blood Dragon Pagoda Array be blasted apart with the flick of a finger?
"That's right, it's me!" Zhou Heng laughed heartily. "Last time, that fight wasn't satisfying enough. Let's fight again!"
"Do you want to die that badly?" the Dragon Emperor said grimly. Zhou Heng had ruined his plans twice already, and this noble of the dragon race had finally been truly enraged. Astonishing killing intent rose in his eyes, transforming into two furious dragons that writhed and danced, instantly erupting with terrifying pressure.
He was not very old, and as a prodigy of the dragon race, he was inevitably proud and aloof. Zhou Heng had provoked him again and again, stirring an intense desire to kill within him.
As a Star King possessing True Dragon Blood, the Dragon Emperor could unleash even greater battle prowess, but that would demand a considerable price—perhaps even thousands or tens of thousands of years to recover!
And if he were to unleash his utmost