"Rumble!"
High in the sky, the dark clouds suddenly drew together. Countless bolts of lightning, thousands of feet long, roared down like ten thousand dragons charging, bombarding the figure within the pillar of light from every direction.
Yet faced with that stampede of lightning, the figure within the light stood unmoving, allowing the savage bolts to slam into his body.
A closer look revealed arcs of lightning leaping across the sky before they were all drawn into that figure.
The violent lightning kept the Dragonfolk from approaching the Ancient Dragon Transformation Pool. They only dared watch from afar.
But the lightning departed as swiftly as it had come. The dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight spilled down over the secluded pool. Every gaze remained firmly fixed on the figure within the pillar of light.
There, the figure seemed to stretch lazily before stepping forward, slowly emerging from the light.
As their gazes focused, that slender figure finally appeared in the sky.
Sunlight fell across his young, handsome face, lending him an air of divinity.
A jade-colored sheen suffused his entire body. Though his frame appeared slight, an overwhelming pressure spread from it, blanketing heaven and earth.
In an instant, it pressed down on the Dragonfolk below so heavily that they dared not even breathe deeply. Some could not help falling to their knees in worship. Even a powerhouse like Yuan Qian could not withstand that bloodline suppression and felt an urge to submit.
It was like facing their own ancestor-no, something even more terrifying than their ancestor!
Who exactly is this fellow? Even the primordial dragon bone couldn't suppress me to this extent, unless our ancestor had returned to life!
Yuan Qian and the Dragon Clan elders gazed up at Ling Feng with grave expressions, their hearts heavy.
Especially after Ling