The banners stirred in the wind; they were clouds transformed into chains.
The drums and gongs fell silent; thunder itself seemed to have gone mute.
Thousand Feather Demon Emperor stood amid the churning white mist, his brows faintly furrowed.
A sudden, inexplicable tremor stirred in his heart. It was so real that it was almost irritating.
He was the Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain's Eleventh Grotto, heir to Great White Flowing Rainbow's lineage.
His cultivation had long since reached the Later Realm of Tower-Ascending.
Even throughout the Eastern Territory, he had a place of his own.
How could a mere newcomer to Tower-Ascending, even a True Dragon,
make him feel such absurd unease?
He pushed aside the distracting thoughts in his heart. The indifference returned to his crane-like eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted. "That look in your eyes... It really is getting on my nerves."
"As payment, once I send you back to the Grotto-Heaven, I'll ask the True Person for your corpse..."
The young woman only grinned as she listened.
With the blood behind it, her smile looked all the more ferocious.
The next instant.
Boom—
Five-colored light burst in every direction.
A thousand streams of auspicious light shone as purple mist billowed.
The humanoid figure that had been trapped in chains vanished in an instant.
"Roar—!!!"
A body several zhang long stretched across the void.
Unlike the True Dragon he had imagined,
the True Dragon before him was wreathed in rolling black mist, with scarlet baleful energy coursing between its scales.
It looked like a Demon Dragon.
"Hm?"
Thousand Feather Demon Emperor raised a brow and beat his wings hard, trying to keep channeling the white mist into the spear.
However.
The next instant.
Thousand Feather Demon Emperor's pupils contracted sharply.
The Demon Dragon had