His enormous dragon body was pulverized along with it!
Having witnessed this scene, Long Jue was filled with conflicting emotions, still visibly shaken.
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough to barely preserve a wisp of his dragon soul.
With the right approach, vast quantities of cultivation resources, and the Dragon Clan's Secret Method, Long Jue was confident he could forge his dragon body anew and cultivate back to his peak!
"That was close. Just a little slower, and I would have lost my life in Desolate Heaven forever." Long Jue let out a long breath.
He turned around, preparing to continue his journey back to Ten Thousand Dragon Valley.
Unexpectedly, the instant he turned, a small Spatial Teleportation Gate opened before him without any warning.
Before Long Jue could react, a large hand reached out, clamped around him, and forcibly dragged him inside.
Then he saw a young face.
The owner of that face was none other than Chen Mu.
Tightening his grip on the dragon soul in his hand, Chen Mu chuckled. "You old bastard really do have plenty of ways to save your skin."
"Y-you, who exactly are you?! How can you see me and touch me?" Long Jue asked, questioning everything he knew.
He tried to break free of Chen Mu's five fingers, but no matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect whatsoever.
Even pouring out every last ounce of his spiritual qi proved futile.
Only when he glanced back did he realize he was in Desolate Heaven's Sacred Domain Hall.
Wait! Are those Qin Hao and Desolate Heaven's Ancestor, Qin Wudi?!
Long Jue recognized them at once.
He had once fought a great battle against Qin Wudi.
He had been crushed from beginning to end. Had the Dragon Clan's Ancestor not intervened in time,