Revenge!
That was Wenren Shangzhi's only thought now. Rage had clearly robbed him of his reason.
What did Zhang Yuan matter? What did Ao Xiu matter? What did the South Sea Dragon Clan's future matter? Wenren Xixiang was already dead. What did the clan's future have to do with him anymore?
Dragons could transform, growing large or small. They could shrink until they were as invisible to the naked eye as a mustard seed, but there were limits to how large they could grow. An ordinary True Dragon's maximum size was roughly that of a province, or at the very most, an entire country. It was difficult for one to become as vast as a great realm.
When Wenren Shangzhi revealed his true body, he usually did so in the Great Void. He rarely appeared in reality, and when fighting cultivators, he manifested only a single dragon claw.
There was no other reason for this than that his true body was too large. A True Dragon ten thousand miles long was barely the size of one of his fingers. Even the combined territory of several countries could only just give him somewhere to stand, leaving him no room to move freely.
He could shrink himself, but why bother? Even without revealing his true body, he had no equal at the Celestial Person level.
But today was different.
Wenren Shangzhi could no longer bear it. He would reveal his true body and unleash his full strength to avenge Wenren Xixiang and wash away this hatred.
A dragon body crimson as blood appeared over the East Sea. A majestic dragon head slowly emerged from the endless layers of cloud, its cold, golden eyes fixed on the island. Clouds and mist churned around him. A single eye alone was as large as the