The Black Dragon Venerable's eyes were filled with contempt, his posture one of utter disdain for the world. He didn't see the thousands of Soldiers; his gaze was fixed on the one man waiting to be slaughtered: Immortal Zhenyuan!
As a being who had ended the world seven times, a grandmaster at level 405, he had more than enough reason to be this arrogant.
His killing intent flared. Even Wang Yi felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could respond, the Black Dragon Venerable charged him.
The Black Dragon was like a river falling from the heavens. He seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier. Three thousand Celestial Eagle Warriors concentrated their fire, but attacks like their Thunder Light Arrows were deflected as they drew near.
Wang Bushi charged in with a headbutt, only to be inexplicably thrown back and explode in the distant void.
