"Impossible!"
True Dragon Ge Gu went mad. He took a deep breath of Imperial Dao Dragon Qi, let out a series of dragon roars, and charged again.
The result was the same: he was defeated in a single move.
"I want to fight again!"
"I am a True Dragon. I cannot fall!"
The True Dragon revealed his true form—a crimson Divine Dragon. Baring his fangs and claws, he lunged forward. This race was far too noble, standing vastly above the countless living beings.
Even the Coffin Master had used True Dragons to pull his carriage. The dragon corpses in Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin had even become the source of the Dragon Transformation realm in the Self-as-Seed path.
The mount of one Beyond the Sacrificial Path, a true transcendent being—even if it was not an Immortal Emperor, it had to be at least at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.
Just as with Ye Fan and the Black Emperor, if a higher cultivator was willing to guide a lower one, they could not possibly reach the same level. Yet being one or two realms lower was easily remedied through fortune.
"Dragon-Riding Ascension."
Lin Xian, dressed in flowing white, looked transcendent and detached. Standing atop the True Dragon, he soared through the Nine Heavens with an indescribable bearing. Bathed in radiance, he seemed like a divine being.
Even a fully matured member of the Ten Evils would only be his equal, much less a hatchling. The outcome had long been decided.
"How could this be so undignified?"
Not only had the crimson dragon Ge Gu failed to expect it, but even the watching cultivators were stunned. They had thought the battle would last three thousand exchanges. They had not expected it to end so quickly.
This was extraordinary. His opponent was a True