Little Dragon's voice was filled with resolve, carrying the determination to live and die alongside Nie Yun.
"Good!"
Nie Yun knew that Little Dragon was no longer the little fellow from the Mortal Realm who only knew how to eat and drink. He immediately nodded, and with a thought, summoned him out of the Big Dipper Star Palace.
"Damn you, don't hurt my daddy!"
The moment Little Dragon appeared, his body swelled to dozens of zhang in size. His golden claws lashed out fiercely at Ye Wu Asura.
"Five-Clawed Golden Dragon..."
Ye Wu Asura froze slightly, then his eyes burned with fanaticism.
"I never thought this ancient variant would still be alive. Haha, Heaven truly favors me! Back then, you joined forces to hunt down my king. Today, I'll capture you alive and make you my king's mount!"
With a loud laugh, Ye Wu Asura reached out with a palm as well.
To others, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was an ancient variant, terrifying beyond measure. But to an Asura with the bloodline of an Asura Emperor, it was nothing worth fearing.
Moreover, it was said that the king had died after a fierce battle with that Five-Clawed Dragon Emperor. The very blood of the Asuras carried immense hatred toward the Dragon Race.
The moment Little Dragon appeared, Ye Wu Asura's attention was drawn away, and he overlooked Nie Yun.
Bang!
The dragon claw collided with Ye Wu Asura's palm.
Little Dragon tumbled and flew backward. His claws split open, and golden blood dripped down.
"Little Dragon!"
Nie Yun had not expected the other party to bear such deep hatred toward Little Dragon, attacking with full force from the very start. His eyes widened as he threw another punch.
Still 100 times combat power!
Boom!
Blocked by him, Ye Wu Asura's