"Young junior—no, mighty one—if you spare my life, I will tell you an ancient secret. This secret concerns your survival, and that of your wives and child!"
The Dragon God's aged, deep voice emerged from the Black Dragon Di Tian's mouth, carrying faint threads of the power of laws, seemingly intent on beguiling Yang Ming's mind.
The sun sank, and beneath the fig trees, the shadows of leaves grew dim. Hibiscus withered with the autumn dusk, howling dragon cries echoed through the air, and the fine sand in the pavilion congealed into frost. Dense tree shadows blanketed the ground, while the white bush-clover blossoms in the village wilted, shedding broken twigs and leaves with a rustle.
An indescribable sense of oppression filled heaven and earth, as though celebrating the Dragon God's imminent awakening from the depths of the bloodline. Dark clouds crowded the sky, pale lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled without end.
Yet neither the Dragon God's hollow intimidation nor his supposed ancient secret moved Yang Ming. A cold smile curled his lips as he said:
"Dragon God, since you died in ancient times, stay buried in history where you belong. Why resurrect yourself to stir up wind and rain?"
"I have no interest in your so-called ancient secret. Even if disaster comes, I will snuff it out before it can take root!"
With those words, Yang Ming gave the Dragon God no chance to pull any tricks. Before he could seize control of the Black Dragon Di Tian through his bloodline, Yang Ming utterly annihilated the strand of consciousness the Dragon God had hidden deep within it.
Crack!
With that crisp sound, the Dragon God's consciousness was completely annihilated, without even enough time to let out a scream.
A mass of seven-colored blood gathered in his palm. This was