The candle flames in the main hall of Xianyang Palace flickered wildly. Zhao Ji's screams mingled with Lao Ai's laughter. I lay on the ground, pretending to be dead, while poison burned through my veins, but the fusion progress of my True Dragon Body had reached one hundred percent. My fingertips twitched, then I braced myself against the floor and sat up. Those two wretches hadn't even stopped smiling when I had my hand around Lao Ai's throat. The Moon God's astrolabe shattered into dust in the distance.
