Off to the side, Di Cang watched helplessly. He could not help running a dragon claw over the pitted scales of his body.
Did Tai Yin think turning into a dragon had barely made me stronger?
Did he think I avoided fighting Jiang Yun hand-to-hand because I didn't want to?
I really couldn't overpower him!
He knew Dragon Transformation had greatly increased his strength, enhancing him from head to tail.
Yet fighting Jiang Yun had nearly pushed him beyond what he could withstand. Jiang Yun had almost knocked his Dragon Pearl right out of him.
Seeing Tai Yin crushed like that left Di Cang with mixed feelings: relief, and a gnawing sense of helplessness.
So it was not that his trump card had failed him. Jiang Yun's body was simply terrifyingly strong.
He knew he had originally been only a shade stronger than Immortal King Tai Yin. Becoming the Doom Dragon had indeed made him far more powerful.
Fighting Jiang Yun this long was already the best he could do.
"Could Dao Origin's body have been tempered with Immortal Emperor Essence Blood?"
The thought flashed like lightning through Immortal King Tai Yin's chaotic mind.
Perhaps that was the only explanation. Jiang Yun's physical strength was beyond anything he could comprehend.
To him, every reason for Dao Origin's strength could be traced to his origins in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, to arrangements left by the Desolate Emperor—not to Jiang Yun's own effort or talent.
He tried to soothe his wounded pride with that thought, to find a reasonable excuse for his defeat.
But Tai Yin knew that whatever the reason, this defeat would leave a stain on his path to the Dao that he could never erase.
"Not good!"
A fierce sense of danger surged through Immortal King Tai