The black dragon that blotted out the sky looked at the little child waving up at him. A trace of barely perceptible surprise flashed through his scarlet vertical pupils, and then the suffocating deathly dragon might quietly receded somewhat.
With a gentle flap of his enormous wings, he stirred up gales that swept across the sky. The black dragon's colossal body slowly descended. The instant he landed, black mist churned around him, and his form, which had covered the heavens, suddenly shrank until he became a stern-faced young man dressed in a black brocade robe.
A pair of pitch-black dragon horns grew from his forehead, and his long hair was as black as ink. There was not a trace of warmth in his scarlet eyes. Even in human form, the terrifying pressure rooted deep in his bloodline still blanketed the entire valley, leaving everyone present struggling to breathe.
The veins bulged from the hands Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo had wrapped around their Coiling Dragon Staffs, while cold sweat had already soaked their backs.
They could clearly sense that the black dragon before them, even in human form, had strength far beyond the realm of Titled Douluos as they understood it. Even their eldest brother, the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu, might not necessarily be able to suppress him.
The two stared at him without daring to retreat even half a step, yet neither did they dare recklessly provoke him into fighting.
They knew full well that if they fought, not only would they fail to protect the children behind them, but they themselves might not leave this place alive.
Dugu Bo guarded Dugu Long and Dugu Yan tightly behind him. Green Soul Power surged wildly around him. Though he knew perfectly well that the gap between them was as