"Although Xia Hong was a good-for-nothing, he was still my blood brother, born of the same mother."
"If I don't kill you, how will I answer to my mother consort when I return?"
Killing intent appeared on Xia Yu's face. He launched a sudden attack.
"Imperial Dragon Qi, Son of Heaven Divine Palm!"
As he slammed his palm down, vast spiritual energy transformed beneath it into an Imperial Dragon. It radiated an air of nobility, like the sovereign of the realm and master of all people, commanding the world.
The Xia Emperor had obtained an ancient, supreme cultivation art and descended upon the Tianluo Continent. He had founded an exalted dynasty in the Eastern Territory, ruled over billions of mountains and rivers, governed countless millions of people, and nurtured Son of Heaven Dragon Qi.
The dragon qi of a dynasty was unmatched in its domineering might, its offensive power peerless.
The Great Xia Emperor had forged his vast realm with a pair of World-Shaking Dragon Fists.
The Imperial Dragon, condensed from Son of Heaven Dragon Qi, roared down. It sealed the space, opened its enormous, pitch-black maw, and tried to swallow the seemingly frail, tiny Saint Spirit whole—but it snapped at empty air.
Mu Chen's body gradually faded, becoming a wisp of breeze that blended into the air.
Ancient Divine Art, Lesser Wind-Calling Art!
"What?"
Xia Yu, the Great Xia Dynasty's crown prince, strained his eyes wide and expanded his senses, but found nothing. His opponent seemed like a spirit of the wind, completely merged with heaven and earth.
Behind him, the breeze suddenly quickened. A vague human face took shape.
He raised his gilded palm, its surface covered in Purple-Gold Dragon Marks. A True Dragon phantom roared, coiling around his arm and imbuing it with boundless divine power as