What reached his ears was not the familiar oinking of the past, but a clear, ringing dragon cry.
An enormous shadow fell over Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang looked up and saw Luo Sanpao, its transformation complete-a Golden Sacred Dragon. No, something even more terrifying than a Golden Sacred Dragon.
With the spiritual energy of the Primordial World empowering it, Luo Sanpao had evolved into an entirely new kind of dragon, yet it was not a True Dragon of the Primordial World.
Its entire body radiated a might that weighed down on Yu Xiaogang.
"Sanpao!"
The shock in Yu Xiaogang's eyes gave way to delighted surprise.
"This is wonderful, Sanpao! You've finally evolved! I knew it. I knew this day would come."
Yu Xiaogang wiped away his tears. His reaction could certainly be called quick.
Who would have thought a detached Martial Soul would undergo such a change in the Primordial World? I, Yu Xiaogang, am about to rise! With Luo Sanpao here, I have a meat shield of sorts.
Yu Xiaogang painted a rosy picture in his mind as he kept up his act.
But when his gaze met those utterly impassive dragon eyes, Yu Xiaogang sensed something was wrong.
"Wait, Sanpao! What are you doing?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt the air around him heating up. Flames seemed to be gathering inside Luo Sanpao's mouth.
Humanlike anger, disgust, and murderous intent appeared in Luo Sanpao's eyes.
After awakening his Martial Soul back then, Yu Xiaogang had often punched and kicked it, feeding it nothing but leftovers. Later, it had not even gotten leftovers.
For decades, all it had been given every day were carrots to make it fart. Luo Sanpao could truly be said to hate Yu Xiaogang to the bone.
It had never imagined that, upon reaching the Primordial