On the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, under overcast skies, a Yellow Dragon emerged from the Eastern Sea and soared through the heavens, shedding tears all along the way. Rain fell over ten thousand miles, freezing into ice upon touching the ground.
"Liu Shan, fuck you and eighteen generations of your ancestors!" A furious voice rang out above the capital.
Then an enormous Yellow Dragon, some two hundred feet long, flew above the Spring Garden. His golden eyes and black pupils seemed to have come from the abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, radiating murderous intent.
"Everyone from the Fang Household, come out. I am Ao Huang, a friend of Fang Yun's in life."
Ao Huang, who had already advanced to Dragon King, hovered in the sky with clouds beneath his four limbs, silently gazing down at the South Garden.
Fang Li and the other members of the Fang Household emerged from the house trembling. Together, they walked into the South Garden's large courtyard, tilted their heads back, and looked fearfully at Ao Huang in the sky.
Amid their terror, they were also puzzled. Why were the eyes of this mighty Dragon King slightly red and swollen? Together with his furious expression, they made him look utterly ferocious.
Ao Huang swept his cold gaze over them all and asked, "Who is Fang Li?"
Fang Li took a trembling step forward and saluted Ao Huang with clasped hands. "I am Fang Li, acting head of the Fang Household."
"Oh."
Ao Huang answered casually. His icy eyes studied Fang Li for a moment, then he raised a dragon claw and pressed it down slightly toward him.
Terrifying Dragonforce poured down.
Bang...
Fang Li instantly burst into a mist of blood.
Everyone was stunned. Who could have imagined that a mighty True