Meeting the Silver Dragon King, the Dragon God War of the Past, Ten Thousand Words

"Go and meet the Lord?" Di Tian froze again. "Aren't you afraid the Lord will threaten you with some secret art?"

"Why do you think I dare to go?" Qian Chaoguang asked back, arms folded.

With the Silver Dragon King in her current state, still gravely injured and yet to recover, he really was not afraid.

Even ten thousand years later, during the era of Dragon King Legend, before she killed herself, the Silver Dragon King had only been at the mere True God level.

At most, she could go fifty-fifty against a Second Level God without a Divine Throne, or a Third Level God with one.

Even if the Silver Dragon King could still mobilize the power of her First Level God Divine Throne now, in her current condition, still heavily wounded and unrecovered, being able to erupt with Third Level God strength would already be something to burn incense over.

Qian Chaoguang, who could summon Dragon One and Electrolux anytime, anywhere, really was not afraid. Who knew who would be threatening whom?

"It seems that over these past two years and more, you have obtained an enormous improvement." Di Tian looked deeply at him. "From you, I can sense a pressure no weaker than the gods of the mortal world of old."

"Gods of the mortal world." Qian Chaoguang thought for a moment. "Do you mean that state right after obtaining a Divine Throne, before ascending, before the transformation?"

Di Tian hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Very similar. But I don't know if it is my imagination—I feel you are stronger than they were."

"No, I really am stronger than they were."

Qian Chaoguang smiled faintly and casually clenched a fist.

As he exerted force, the entire space actually seemed like a curtain being dragged by Qian