The golden spine stood tall, and the initial burning gold flame quietly illuminated as Ian spewed a dragon's breath towards Su Ming'an.
"Clang!"
Su Ming'an cleaved through the raging flames with a single sword, breaking through the dragon's body, spilling a large amount of fresh blood.
A few droplets of blood swept across His cheek, and a brief shock flashed in His eyes.
"Awoo—Awoo!"
The giant dragons responded to the emperor's anger. Countless large membranous wings flapped, stirring up a hurricane capable of altering the landscape.
One after another, the giant dragons of various shapes, scales glistening with a metallic sheen, soared into the sky. The sunlight refracted on the countless layers of hard scales, rendering the entire Dragon Valley fantasmagoric.
They layered themselves, pressing towards the small white figure at the center.
—This was an attack brought by "history."
This was a roar elevated from words and stories.
Yet, Su Ming'an wielded only one sword.
