Inside the Hurricane Tower, the atmosphere was somewhat delicate.
Di Tian stared at the Icefire Dragon Kings before him, utterly dumbfounded. His mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, and his golden dragon eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
He had weathered countless storms, yet even he was stunned by the sight before him.
These two were the legendary Icefire Dragon Kings, two of the nine great Dragon Kings under the Dragon God—beings who should have fallen ten thousand years ago. Yet they were still alive!
Though they existed in the form of dragon souls, that aura and pressure were undoubtedly those of true Dragon King bloodlines.
The Fire Dragon King sized Di Tian up, then turned to the Ice Dragon King, her tone carrying a hint of disdain and teasing.
"Big Sister, is this guy really Little Black? Why does he seem so pathetic? He doesn't look imposing at all, nothing like the majestic figure he used to be."
The Ice Dragon King spread her hands, equally helpless.
"He does indeed carry Old Black's bloodline, but he isn't the man himself. It's already not bad that he turned out like this, so don't expect too much."
"Pfft!"
The Ice Empress and Bi Ji nearly burst out laughing. They covered their mouths, their shoulders shaking as they struggled to hold it in.
The mighty Beast God, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King with more than eight hundred thousand years of cultivation, one of the top existences in the soul beast world.
Yet he was being called Little Black. The key was that he could not refute it, because the two calling him that were simply far too senior.
Di Tian's face shifted between green and white, but did he dare to flare up? Not at all. Losing his