The Dragon King's current strength is undeniable. When fully unleashed, it is not inferior to the Four Emperors back in the day.
Slaying top-level Demigods is easy, and it is not a problem to shake ordinary Lower True Gods.
Yet, in front of the Primordial Dao Beast, it is not impressive enough.
"Roar!" The Dao Beast was provoked, and with a flap of its wings, it caught up to the Dragon King at near light speed and stamped down with its hooves.
"Your opponent is me." Lu Chenzhou arrived later but acted first, as the long spear grew in the wind, lodging against the hooves.
The hooves were pierced through, the long spear drove in like a nail, pure white blood flowing, and the Primordial Dao Beast wailed.
Only then did it look at the small figure ahead, its eyes full of uncertainty and suspicion.
Since the Heaven and Earth Creation, it had been born, existing longer than many Gods, yet it lived in a simple, ignorant state until now.
