Hun Tiandi was about to make his move when the sea of magma surged once more. A slender figure rose slowly, stepping upon a dragon-shaped halo. Her purple skirts fluttered, her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall—none other than Zi Yan, heir to the Ancient Void Dragon Clan!
Pure Dragon Phoenix aura swirled around her. With every step, golden dragon patterns flashed beneath her feet, resonating fiercely with the Ancient Dragon Bloodline churning in the magma below. Even the raging waves of molten rock calmed somewhat in response.
"Senior, please show mercy!"
Zi Yan's clear voice pierced through the din of battle, carrying the innate majesty of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan. It rang out like a gentle chime, instantly reaching every corner of the battlefield.
The bloodline pressure contained in her voice made the Ancient Dragon Clan elders tremble. Even the enormous purple-gold figure in the magma paused slightly.
When the mysterious Dragon Emperor saw Zi Yan, his massive head twitched in surprise and his huge eyes narrowed. The fierce aura surrounding him, which had been raging without restraint, instinctively receded somewhat. His gaze lingered on Zi Yan with curiosity and disbelief.
He could clearly sense that the bloodline flowing through the girl before him came from the same source as his own. It was even purer than his, and seemed to carry a trace of the supreme aura of an ancient Dragon Phoenix.
With the Dragon Emperor's silence serving as tacit approval, Zi Yan flashed forward and appeared before him as if by teleportation.
The Dragon Emperor had now withdrawn his true form and become a middle-aged man dressed in a purple-gold robe. His face was resolute, and authority and the weight of ages flowed through his golden eyes. He was none other than Zhu Kun, the Old