"Ninth Trial of the Dragon God Nine Trials: defeat the Dragon God's Wraith."
The instant this message flooded into Yang Ming's mind, he froze.
The Dragon God's Wraith?
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
What kind of fucking joke are you trying to pull???
What sort of existence was the Dragon God? He had once rivaled the Supreme Gods of the Divine Realm. If he really had left behind a wraith that refused to enter reincarnation and chose to linger in the mortal world, what kind of terrifying monster would that be?
Just as shock gripped Yang Ming's heart, he suddenly felt the sky above him darken.
At the same time, the golden pillar of light enveloping the Black Dragon Di Tian contracted, finally disappearing altogether.
A deep, crushing pressure blanketed ten thousand miles of sky. Seeming to sense that piercing gaze, Yang Ming involuntarily looked up. His Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan widened, reflecting a golden, slit-pupiled dragon eye—an eye filled with resentment and murderous intent.
"This... this has to be a joke, right?"
The instant their eyes met, Yang Ming's divine sense briefly touched the other's spiritual power. It was like pressing his palm against a glacier at absolute zero. A sensation of utter darkness and cold arose within him, even giving him the illusion that this spiritual power could freeze time and space, and seal even a deity's soul in ice. Frightened, Yang Ming hastily withdrew his divine sense, not daring to maintain contact.
During that brief clash, Yang Ming had felt as though a venomous insect had bitten him, a stabbing pain shooting through his divine sense. If he remained in contact until their powers became so tangled that neither blade nor reason could unravel them, he had every reason to believe the other might swallow his divine sense