"Human? You're actually one of those stupid, feeble humans?"
Huo Lang's pupils abruptly widened. Within his bloodshot, golden, slit dragon pupils, the hysterical fury of the Dragon God's Wraith controlling him from behind was reflected.
"How could a mere, feeble human gain the recognition of the Dragon God's Image? How could you obtain the Dragon God's Bloodline? Speak! How exactly did you do it?"
Huo Lang's mouth opened and closed, releasing the Dragon God's Wraith's chilling roars. Sinister, bone-chilling yin energy spread from his body, its strands writhing behind him like an octopus's tentacles, distorting time and vision and unleashing a powerful assault of spiritual force that could corrode the mind.
The Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan erupted with a clear radiance, blocking the Dragon God's Wraith's spiritual assault.
"Ngh!"
Despite his preparations, Yang Ming still suffered a silent setback. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
After all, his opponent's spiritual force had reached the second-level divine origin realm. With his own strength barely reaching the third-level divine origin realm, a considerable gap still separated them.
Raising a hand, Yang Ming wiped the blood from his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a mocking half-smile. In Huo Lang's eyes—no, in the Dragon God's Wraith's eyes—that expression was unquestionably a silent taunt and sneer.
Since when did humans, feeble as ants, dare to ridicule a mighty god?
Ignoring the Dragon God's Wraith's expression, which suggested he wanted to skin him alive and swallow him whole, Yang Ming secretly made his preparations while saying indifferently:
"Want to know why? All right, I'll tell you. Just don't regret hearing it afterward."
Huo Lang stood rooted to the spot, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
However, judging by the yin energy gradually settling around him, the Dragon God's Wraith truly did