Yulong's eyes narrowed, her draconic instincts – honed through countless battles and refined by her cultivation – spurring her into action.
Lesser cultivators might have faltered in the face of such an abomination, but Yulong was no mere cultivator. She was a scion of the Dark Dragons.
A savage grin spread across her draconic features, a sight that would send shivers down the spines of any who beheld it. It was an expression of pure, predatory anticipation, the look of a supreme hunter faced with worthy prey.
"You think to poison a Dragon?" Yulong's voice boomed, a mix of amusement and disdain that echoed through the cosmic void. "Our very blood is anathema to lesser beings. Your corruption is but nourishment to me!"
