After transforming into a giant dragon, Xiao Yuehua lowered his head and opened his jaws wide, mere inches from Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng.
Roar!
He roared wildly at them, attempting to intimidate them.
Seeing Xiao Yuehua show such contempt for the kindness offered him, choosing the road to death when a way to survive lay right before him,
Xiao Jian was certain that Xiao Yuehua did not have long to live!
They belonged to the same race, but he had already acknowledged Chen Mu as his master. Choosing between Xiao Yuehua and his master was not difficult for Xiao Jian.
Of course his master mattered more!
Xiao Yuehua was courting death himself, refusing to quit while he was ahead. Even if Chen Mu killed him, he would have only his own ingratitude to blame.
He refused the open road to heaven and forced his way into a hell with no gate!
Xiao Jian could muster no sympathy.
Meanwhile, Chen Mu remained impassive before the abyssal dragon maw that filled his vision.
He slowly raised his arm, pressed his thumb against his middle finger, and flicked.
Bang! Boom!
A gale erupted.
It blew so fiercely that Xiao Jian could not open his eyes.
When he finally adjusted and lowered his arms, he saw a vast expanse of scarlet before him!
"..."
His eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his face.
Xiao Yuehua's dragon body, massive enough to blot out the sky and sun, had vanished.
In its place was a vast cloud of red mist from some unknown source.
He sniffed. The red mist carried an intense stench of blood.
And it was Dragon Blood!
Dragon Blood?!
Xiao Jian suddenly realized something.
His gaze snapped toward Chen Mu. Master instantly killed Xiao Yuehua, a Saint Dragon elder, with just one move?!