The voice abruptly stopped, then piped up again: "Something's off about the atmosphere!"
Fang Yun looked toward Ao Huang and saw that he had already reached two hundred feet in length, far surpassing an ordinary Dragon King and matching an ordinary Great Dragon King, revealing the difference between a true dragon and ordinary members of the Dragon Race.
Under the moonlight before dawn, Ao Huang shone like the morning sun. His four claws trod on clouds as he tore across the sky and swooped over Yueyang Tower.
A fierce wind suddenly rose, threatening to whip dust into the sky. Several Great Scholars present frowned slightly, and an invisible force rose into the air, cutting off Ao Huang's power.
Ao Huang bared his teeth at the unfamiliar Great Scholars to show his displeasure, then rolled over in midair and shrank into a little dragon ten feet long. He swooped down before Fang Yun, gazing up at him like a puppy and grinning foolishly.
As though soothing a child, Fang Yun reached out and stroked Ao Huang's horns. Although he was already a Dragon King, his mental age was still that of a five- or six-year-old child. By the Dragon Race's reckoning, Ao Huang would only count as an adolescent when Fang Yun reached a hundred.
"This dragon's gotten stronger!" Ao Huang mimicked a human as he gestured with his two front claws, showing off his muscles.
Fang Yun smiled. "I know. You entered the Dragon Realm, and I heard you wouldn't be allowed out until you reached a certain level. I thought it would take you at least two or three years. I never expected you to break through so soon."
Ao Huang shrugged. "What can I say? This dragon's just too lucky. I was worrying about it a while ago,