The banners' shadows stirred-flowing clouds had become chains.
The gongs and drums sounded low-thunder had fallen mute.
Demon Emperor Qianyu stood deep within the churning white mist, his brow faintly furrowed.
The sudden palpitation in his heart had come without reason, yet felt irritatingly real.
He was the Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain's Eleventh Grotto, an adept of the Great White Drifting Swan Lineage.
His cultivation had long since reached the later tower-climbing realm.
Even across the entire Eastern Region, he held a place of distinction.
A mere newcomer to the tower-climbing realm, even a True Dragon-
How could she provoke such absurd unease in him?
Suppressing his distracting thoughts, he restored the indifference in his crane eyes and curled his lips slightly. "That look in your eyes... really does rub this emperor the wrong way."
"In return, once I've sent you back to the Grotto-Heaven and this matter is settled, I'll be sure to ask the True Person for your corpse..."
The girl merely listened with a wide grin.
Against the blood, her smile looked all the more savage.
The next instant.
Boom-
Five-colored radiance burst forth in every direction.
A thousand streams of auspicious light shone, and purple mist billowed.
The humanoid figure bound by chains vanished in an instant.
"Roooar-!!!"
A body several dozen feet long stretched across the void.
She was nothing like the True Dragon he had envisioned.
The True Dragon before him was wreathed in rolling black mist, with scarlet killing intent coursing between her scales.
She resembled a Demon Dragon.
"Hmm?"
Demon Emperor Qianyu raised an eyebrow and beat his wings fiercely, seeking to keep channeling the white mist into his spear.
Yet.
The next instant.
Demon Emperor Qianyu's pupils abruptly contracted.
For the Demon Dragon slowly raised a claw and grasped the