His elegant, pristine white body glided gracefully and silently across the blood-stained battlefield. Every single movement he made was perfectly calm and calculated. Every attack was brutally precise.
Whenever his massive tail swept through the air, several experts were instantly sliced into neat pieces by invisible, razor-sharp spiritual blades of compressed wind.
Whenever his cold, piercing golden gaze landed upon someone, that unfortunate person was already dead before their brain could even realise what had happened to their body. His beautiful white scales remained entirely spotless and unstained by blood from the beginning of the skirmish to the very end.
"What an absolute waste of perfectly good meat." Tao-chan commented grumpily after swallowing another elder. "You are killing them too fast and ruining the presentation. That's perfectly good food you are shredding."
