True Dragon Devours Flood Dragon

Black Four had been able to cultivate a Primordial Spirit not only because of his extraordinary talent, but also because his intellect far surpassed that of his peers.

He could naturally tell that Gao Xian was deliberately picking a fight, and that was exactly what he wanted. For thousands of years, whether he provoked others or others provoked him, the result had always been the same: he blasted them to death.

Gao Xian's insolence truly angered him.

No human had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him!

Black Four never deliberately restrained his emotions. There was no need. Only human cultivators liked to prattle on about clarity, tranquility, and enlightenment.

The Demon Race had its own way of cultivation: unleash the most powerful strength within one's body and bloodline. That was the Demon Race's path of cultivation.

If demons restrained their anger and deliberately put on an appearance as calm as still water, that would be going against their nature and true heart. It would affect their cultivation instead.

Demon kin like Seventeen Lady Jiao had spent too long among humans and had been assimilated by them. She liked talking about stratagems and wisdom, about poise and bearing.

She was clearly a powerful flood dragon, yet she hid even the scales that protected her body, exposing soft, snow-white skin!

Even for a Spirit Transformation powerhouse, a body in such a state was very fragile.

Black Four felt that Seventeen Lady Jiao must have dirt in her brain to voluntarily cast off her defenses. And she still considered herself clever—she was nothing but a self-righteous fool.

Black Four glanced at Seventeen Lady Jiao and told her through divine sense, "Keep an eye on the two human Spirit Transformations. Don't let them get in the way!"

Though Seventeen Lady