"Th-that can't be real... how could such a thing exist in this world?"
Although this was Black Dragon's second time witnessing such a scene, he had not grown accustomed to it, much less learned to face it calmly as Ye Qingcheng did.
Instead, he questioned his entire existence even more.
Gradually, he could no longer tell whether the world he inhabited was real or false.
Just what means had Chen Mu used to produce Saint Dragons in bulk?
As far as Black Dragon knew, only a True God could accomplish such a feat.
A True God?!
Black Dragon abruptly raised his head, his gaze darting toward Chen Mu and locking firmly onto him. Could he be a True God descended into the mortal world?
He simply could not think of any other, more reasonable explanation.
Once he became certain of this, Black Dragon's attitude toward Chen Mu changed completely.
Now, even without the blood contract, even without the Heavenly Dao overseeing him, Black Dragon would not dare entertain the slightest thought of defying Chen Mu.
He knew full well that if Chen Mu wanted to kill him, no one in this world could stop him.
Resist?
Why would he resist? Serving a supreme True God was the highest aspiration of the Saint Dragon Clan.
The elders of his clan did everything in their power to improve their cultivation precisely so that one day, they could ascend to the Divine Realm and serve such a being.
Now, that very opportunity lay before him. Moreover, he had signed a blood contract with a genuine supreme True God and become his servant. Black Dragon could barely contain his ecstatic joy.
Terrified that Chen Mu might send him away, he resolved to cling to his side like a stubborn medicinal plaster and serve him