BOOM!
The Gang Cloud scattered. The majestic dragon's body was more than halfway refined, leaving only a mountain-sized dragon head to plummet from the sky and crash into the sea.
Half the flesh on the dragon head had been burned to ash by the Fire Fiend, revealing scorched, blackened bone. To be reduced to such a state showed that the Divine Marrow within this supposedly indestructible dragon's body had long been devoured, stripping it of its divine power and the transcendence befitting a True Dragon.
And above the dragon's head.
A handsome young man in a fluttering Daoist Robe stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The halo of his Abilities shone behind him like a brilliant moon high in the sky, making him appear all the more dignified, solemn, and unfathomable.
'Celestial Python is dead...'
For a moment, countless Foundation-Stage Cultivators who had witnessed the scene held their breath. Even those at Foundation Establishment Perfection were now frowning.
