At this point, Fang Qingye had no choice; the Ancestral Desolate Dragon couldn't be allowed to emerge. He had to kill the maddened True Dragon before him, or the consequences would be extremely severe.
"To think that the bloodline of the True Dragon clan would end today in my hands, Fang Qingye. Although it's for all the beings in the world, it's still a sin," Fang Qingye sighed heavily in his heart, reluctant to strike down this True Dragon.
After all, this was the last True Dragon between heaven and earth. Once it was killed, there would be no more True Dragons in the world, and Fang Qingye would have utterly wiped out the True Dragon clan.
The Martial Lord wasn't omnipotent; there were still things beyond his capabilities. Especially in such a scenario, Fang Qingye had to make the most rational decision.
