He called him "Senior Brother" for three months.
The bowl of spirit porridge was brought by Chu Yuan. The cultivation technique was from the Xuanming Sect. That "fortune" was all part of Chu Yuan's scheme.
They fattened him up so they could drain him dry.
The moment the formation patterns lit up, his spiritual root was ripped out of him alive
But they could take the shell. They couldn't take the dragon in his blood.
The Dragon Emperor's bloodline, scattered throughout the mortal world, had lain hidden in his hollowed-out body for twelve years. Tonight, it awakened.
With his first punch, he shattered Chu Yuan's protective aura.
With his second, he smashed through the dungeon's iron gate.
A cripple? They would soon find out who the real cripple was.
Touch a dragon's reverse scale, and you die.
This time, they would be the ones trembling.
