"Who do you think you are, some nobody by the roadside?"
Qi Ji's voice rang out from his draconic body, deep and majestic, like thunder crashing down from the highest heavens and stirring towering waves across the sea.
There was undisguised arrogance in that voice—the unquestioning condescension of a superior looking down on his inferiors.
By now, he had long since gained the freedom to do whatever he pleased.
So the old Qi Ji, who had shown everyone a measure of humility, was dead. Now, he would kick even a dog by the roadside a few times—unless it was as respectful and well-mannered as Elder Wu had been just now.
Yet the fellow before him actually dared to block his path. He was practically begging to die!
Facing that draconic might head-on, En Ci nearly lost the ability to maintain his Martial Soul Avatar.
It was a pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced, as though an ant had suddenly been engulfed by a dragon's shadow. From his soul to his flesh, every part of him screamed for submission.
His Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul trembled wildly within him. His golden scales dimmed one after another, and even his dragon wings began folding in uncontrollably.
Although he was already very old—so old that he had stopped being easily shaken many years ago—a fine layer of cold sweat still broke out across his back.
That single instant was enough to convince him of one thing: whether the person before him was Qi Ji or not, neither he nor the entire Star Luo Empire could likely find anyone capable of standing on equal footing with him.
"I am Holy Dragon Douluo—En Ci."
En Ci suppressed the shock in his heart and tried to keep his voice steady, but the slight tremor at