In the Dragon Valley pocket world, a white figure flashed past and landed in the Dragon Clan Graveyard. With white hair, golden armor, and what seemed to be tattoos on his face, who else could it have been but Bi'an?
"Old man! If you can still answer, come out! Stop pretending you're really dead!" Bi'an shouted toward the place where the Dragon God's remnant soul had previously appeared.
"You juniors these days are far too arrogant, aren't you?" The Dragon God's remnant soul drifted out once more, but this time, he was nowhere near as courteous as he had been when meeting Mo Lin.
After all, everyone had their limits, let alone the Dragon God.
Even as nothing more than a remnant soul left behind in the world, his might was not something ordinary creatures could contend with. A trace of the Dragon God's power shot straight toward Bi'an.
Whether Bi'an could not dodge or simply did not wish to, he stood rooted where he was. A white tiger and a true dragon manifested behind him, forcefully taking that trace of the Dragon God's power. Still, a drop of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"This!!!"
The Dragon God had thought that talent as unprecedented as Mo Lin's was exceedingly rare in this world. Whether soul beasts or humans, every other genius stood separated from Mo Lin by a chasm.
Yet unexpectedly, the soul beast junior before him was also extraordinarily gifted. Though inferior to Mo Lin, the gap between them could by no means be called a chasm.
In the Dragon God's view, if Mo Lin did not exist, Bi'an would absolutely have been qualified to lead the soul beasts to revival.
"I never expected our soul beasts to produce a genius like you," the Dragon God