Where was the Primordial Chaos Dao Artifact?
Thoughts raced through Chen Beiwu's mind as he saw a mighty Crimson Chi-Dragon burst from a nearby lava lake.
Golden horns crowned its head, and dense crimson scales covered its enormous, dragon-shaped body. It coiled in the center of the lava lake, its breathing accompanied by the rumble of wind and thunder. Without question, this was a fifth-realm demon venerable, equivalent to a human Spirit Transformation Venerable.
Yet Chen Beiwu could clearly sense the fear and terror in the Crimson Chi-Dragon Demon Venerable's eyes.
That made sense. After all, it faced Zhu Yan, an Ancient Great Demon of towering ferocity recorded in the Immortal Alliance's legends! Never mind a mere Horned Dragon—even a True Dragon might not be Zhu Yan's match.
Faced with the Crimson Chi-Dragon Demon Venerable's vigilance, Zhu Yan's expression remained unchanged. He gave the dragon an indifferent glance.
The next instant, he moved!
Without roaring or using a profound ability, Zhu Yan crossed the distance in a single stride and appeared before the Crimson Chi-Dragon.
Startled, the Crimson Chi-Dragon's scales all bristled. Ferocity flashed in its eyes as it opened its mouth and spewed a blast of dragon breath, trying to stop Zhu Yan from approaching.
Zhu Yan neither dodged nor evaded. He spread the five fingers of his right hand and gently pinched.
Hiss!
The dragon breath vanished. Zhu Yan seized the Crimson Chi-Dragon by its upper jaw and hoisted it high, as though inspecting how plump his prey was.
As the overlord of this region, when had the Crimson Chi-Dragon ever suffered such humiliation? Its enormous body thrashed wildly, its claws and tail hammering Zhu Yan's arm as it tried to break free. Yet all it managed was a shower of dazzling sparks; it could not even penetrate