Huang Yi simply flapped the Sun-Chasing Dragon's Wings and flew directly to the mountain top, overlooking the scene below from high above.
On the mountaintop was a gigantic plaza, surrounded by countless disciples of the Dragon Sect, who were watching the center of the plaza and exclaiming in surprise.
In the very center, a young and handsome man stood. He was extremely elegant, with snow-white skin, almost like a woman, yet without the slightest hint of femininity, resembling an ancient gallant hero.
His posture was straight, his demeanor extraordinary, and he faced his fellow disciples, who were many opponents, without a trace of panic, already exhibiting a commanding presence at such a young age.
In front of him lay a golden dragon in a pool of blood, its body covered in horrific wounds, its tail gently twitching.
This dragon had no wings and was clearly a Chinese dragon.
