Looking at Xie Tian, who fainted from the dragon blood, Xie Ren's blade became even darker.
But even darker than his blade was the cloud in the sky.
"The body of Ying Dragon, rivaling Dao Yi, how dare this little white dragon be so reckless!"
Listening to the realm spirit's angry shout, Xie Ren rarely refrained from mocking.
Throughout the ancient universe, as long as it's a dragon, from its head to its tail, even its droppings, those are invaluable treasures defying heaven.
But that doesn't mean the dragon blood will only bring benefits to Xie Tian.
"Senior, how is it?" The realm spirit, anxious like an eunuch, urgently asked.
Xie Ren trembled coldly: "What else can be done? Xie Tian's demonic body is only in the womb realm. Even though it's advanced five times and can easily pass the Luo Yan Disaster, this dragon blood is too domineering for him to handle."
"I know this..."
