Before it could take any action or resist, sudden transformation occurred within, as if pushed from Two Forms to One Venerate, the dragon body autonomously compressed its life potential, pushing itself to the extreme of a state, suddenly plummeting from the peak into the valley.
In an instant, the White Dragon moved from its prime to decline, visibly aging, and even emitting the decaying smell that only withered branches would.
"Courting death!"
Zi Chong's eyes turned cold.
One must consider the owner when beating a dog.
If the White Dragon was slain right under His nose, as the newly sealed Holy Ancestor of the Spiritual God lineage, wouldn't that be a joke?
"Sizzle——"
Purple lightning surrounded, thunder roared.
Zi Chong merely raised a small hand, and a visible "Intent" covered His body, pointing far towards the Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb.
"Sizzle!"
The purple lightning shot out, too swift to cover one's ears.
