Everyone watched in horror. Facing King Chen, an old Dao Master had actually chosen to go all out, stepping out of his black coffin and unleashing his supreme killing technique, heedless of the ravages of time.
Bright yellow talisman light enveloped the entire world, followed by an explosion that shook a million miles.
Countless powerhouses fled like mad.
When the rumbling ended, they looked back to see the enormous dragon King Chen had become dripping blood all over, severely wounded. Yet the old Dao Master did not attack again. Instead, he retreated into the black coffin, and an aged, feeble voice emerged.
"The power of an adult True Dragon... cough, cough. Forgive my presumption, senior. So you survived from that era... cough, cough."
"The Heavenly Dao Society will no longer interfere in your affairs. Please accept this Heavenly Secret Formation as our apology."
After the old Dao Master finished speaking, the black coffin flashed, sweeping up the four Heavenly Dao Society deacons and vanishing.
Even Jiang Chen stood stunned for a good while. He had actually come off worse in that exchange. However weak and decrepit an old Dao Master might be, he was not someone that great power-level strength could confront head-on.
But the other party seemed to have recognized his current bloodline and appeared deeply wary.
That makes sense. If he witnessed the divine might of adult True Dragons during the Glorious Great Era, backing down would only be natural. They were beings on par with Earth Immortals, after all!
Did he mistake me for a True Dragon clinging to life, one that survived the long river of history?
Jiang Chen muttered these two thoughts. When he felt the power within him draining away at a frantic pace, he dared not think further. Maintaining this state consumed a