This Night, Stars Fell Like Rain (Part 1)

"You're talking out of your ass!"

The Dragon King's face darkened.

Could he not know whether the souls he had eaten were real or fake?

Nineteen hundred years ago, his injuries had been grievous, forcing him to fall into frequent slumber to nourish his dragon soul.

Only through the corpses and souls that fell down Yan Shui, and by borrowing the power of "Living Sacrifice," had he gradually recovered his strength. Although the Yanlong Cultivation World later established rules forbidding combat on the water and banning the throwing of corpses into it, with the rampant demon tides and cold tides, the souls the Dragon King had eaten over the years were too numerous to count.

The feeling of fullness and the improvement of his injuries were not things an illusion could produce—and besides, who in their right mind would cast such an illusion on him?

An enemy?

Then why would they help him remain awake?

A friend?

Then why would they not help him break the formation?

The Dragon King scrutinized the departed souls in the air with a sinister gaze.

They looked familiar—far too familiar.

Among those departed souls were many figures who had left a deep impression on him—Fu Henghua's parents among them.

"Found them!"

Seeing those two souls at the center of the multitude, the Dragon King acted without hesitation.

He abandoned his entanglement with Fu Danwei and the others, gave up on continuing his conversation with Fu Henghua, and blasted a breath of destruction at the couple.

"How dare you!"

Dragon-Subduing Sword Intent and the power of Creation Dao arrived one after another.

Sword Qi shattered dragon scales, and pieces of hard armor rapidly fell away.

The power of Creation Dao clung to his body, stealing part of the Dragon King's vitality. Some of his scales