As the five-clawed golden dragon appeared, Chu Ge's spiritual world turned into a vast golden hue. Bathed in this golden glow, his body became radiant, even as he teetered precariously, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. Amidst the brilliance, he exuded an extraordinary, transcendent aura.
One man, one dragon, faced off in the golden shimmer.
This scene... Indeed, it was captivating, stirring the imagination.
However... To put it in Qin Ruojing's words, Chu Ge has always been a mood killer.
This title was certainly not undeserved.
Taking a deep, deep, deep breath, Chu Ge forced himself to steady the tremendous shock and pain within his body. He grinned, revealing his bloodstained, mottled teeth.
"Although I haven't gathered all seven Dragon Balls, and didn't pick up any oil lamp, since I've summoned the divine dragon, according to comic and fairy tale scripts, shouldn't I make a wish now?"
