Dragon Asura

Ye Qingyu's heart sank as the sight of his ruined family rose before his eyes once more. Hatred burned through him like a raging fire.

“Senior, please teach me how to become stronger!” He bowed deeply to the phantom of the dragon soul, his voice hoarse but utterly resolute. “I want revenge! I want those murderers to pay for their crimes in blood!”

Ao Xuan watched the hatred and determination in his eyes, and a hint of approval flashed in his dragon pupils.

“If you wish to become stronger, so be it.” Ao Xuan's voice turned solemn. “I will pass on the Dragon Clan's secret art, the Nine Revolutions Dragon Soul Art. But this technique is tyrannical beyond measure. Training will be like having your body burned in the fires of hell, and the slightest mistake could make you explode. What's more, practicing this art will mean you are no longer wholly human. Your bloodline will gradually become draconic, and your temperament may grow violent and bloodthirsty. The world will see you as an outsider, and even the righteous factions may hunt you down.”