With the Great Fierce Land above falling completely silent once more, deep within a completely sealed, hidden barrier, a stunning giant dragon whose entire body seemed to have been cast from brilliant silver let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief.
But on closer inspection, a hideous sword scar, deep enough to expose bone, stretched across the surface of her perfectly streamlined silver body.
A current of crimson slaughtering power still coiled around the wound, bringing a sense of despair and suffocation.
Like a maggot burrowing into bone, this power continually hindered her healing and drained her vitality.
This magnificent being was none other than the Silver Dragon King, who had inherited half of the Dragon God's elemental control and astonishing wisdom after the great battle in the Divine Realm. She was now the true ruler of the Soul Beasts on Douluo Continent!
Who could say how panicked this half of the Dragon God had been while she pretended to be composed down below just now?
She was genuinely afraid that Di Tian, that stubborn fool, would be egged on by Xiong Jun's reckless words, lose his head, and charge out of the Lake of Life to fight those humans outside to the death.
If he really drew the attention of those false gods in the Divine Realm, then with her current state—still recovering from the grievous wound inflicted by the Asura God Sword—let alone leading the Soul Beasts in an assault on the Divine Realm...
She might have no choice but to abandon her subordinates above, forcibly tear open the planar space, and make a run for it.
"Ah, even I, the dragon, feel a headache coming on."
Having dropped the supreme dignity she had forced herself to maintain in front of her subordinates, the deep light in the