Across from him, Xiao Zheng did not intend to let the Youluo Sect Leader off so easily, and coldly scoffed.
"Even if you possess divine techniques, you shouldn't be so presumptuous! Break!"
The next moment, a sudden wind arose in mid-air.
At the mountain's peak, the fog that scattered everywhere suddenly seemed to be gathered by a colossal force...
Subsequently, the originally lifeless mist appeared to come alive.
In no time, it transformed into a misty dragon, exuding fierce power as it charged toward Youluo!
Unlike the half-step flood dragon of Elder Yinmang in the past.
The creature Xiao Zheng condensed... was a true dragon!
Along its path, a faint dragon's might permeated the air.
"I want to see whether your divine technique can still be effective this time."
Xiao Zheng placed his hands behind his back once again, looking like a reclusive sage residing in the mountains.
