"Good, good, good."
Bai Xian said "good" three times in a row, each word seeming to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
A flash of resolve crossed his dragon eyes.
"Since you insist on forcing my hand, then I'll show you what true reserves are."
As his words fell, he threw back his head and let out a long roar.
That dragon's cry spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital, across the whole Eastern Region, and into every corner of heaven and earth.
The next instant, the entire Imperial Capital began to tremble.
It was not the earth that trembled, but fate itself.
The fortune accumulated by the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty over countless years surged forth from every corner of the dynasty.
That fortune was formless yet tangible, containing an indescribable power.
It gathered from all directions like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, pouring into Bai Xian's body.
Bai Xian's aura surged once more.
This surge was even more terrifying and even more frenzied than before.
Mid-stage of the Sixth Heaven of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
Late stage of the Sixth Heaven of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
Peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
He was directly closing in on the seventh level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
Bolstered by that fortune, his dragon body became even more immense.
His body, originally several hundred thousand zhang long, had now expanded to a million zhang, stretching across heaven and earth and blotting out the sun.
Across his dragon scales, dark-blue radiance intertwined with golden fortune, forming a strange and terrifying sheen.
His dragon eyes became like twin blazing suns, radiating a dazzling light.
Thunderclap coiled around his dragon horns, electric light flickering.
His dragon whiskers drifted in the wind, and every sway shattered space.
At this moment, he had already