The black dragon Di Tian beat his enormous wings and stretched his long neck, his locomotive-sized head looking arrogantly down at the buildings deep in the mountains. The members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan trembled beneath the draconic might he radiated.
To a powerhouse of Yang Ming's caliber, Di Tian's draconic might might have felt like a spring breeze brushing his face. To most ordinary Spirit Masters, however, it was like a heavy mountain crashing onto their shoulders.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the villagers bustling through the streets rolled their eyes back and foamed at the mouth. Their legs buckled, and they collapsed unconscious.
Wherever the black dragon Di Tian passed, clan members fell in heaps.
Yu Tianheng had just defeated his opponent and had yet to enjoy his clansmen's flowers and applause when that terrifying pressure swept over him. His legs shook uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and disbelief blazed in his eyes.
"This... this is actually draconic might!"
"Impossible! True dragons still exist in this world?"
Yu Tianheng drew a deep breath. A dazzling blue light suddenly shone between his brows, then spread instantly down through his entire body. Blue-violet lightning erupted like little snakes, winding around the two people's bodies, while a blue lightning mark appeared on his forehead.
The fighting spirit branded deep into the blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan drove Yu Tianheng to release his martial soul, resisting the terrifying draconic might of the immense shadow overhead.
Whatever else could be said, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul belonged to the true dragon lineage. After Martial Soul Possession, Yu Tianheng felt the weight on his shoulders ease. Even the surrounding air, thick as molten lead, stirred and cleared, allowing him to breathe freely