Everyone has thought about how death would come upon them.
Old age, illness, killed in a duel, slain by sword and blade, blasted by Magic, burned, frozen, crushed by thunder...
As long as life's fighters still fight, they are prepared for death's arrival.
Yet, Yinglong·Huo Jin never thought of it.
Such a tragic, insignificant, trivial death, like a mantis crushed by a galloping carriage, would come upon a proud dragon.
Da Chi transformed into fragments and rain.
Descending upon his own body.
Huo Jin's body trembled in battle.
His body trembled—because within his body, activated by arriving at the Zhaolin Realm, his dragon's blood boiled, telling him the presence he faced was a far mightier existence.
And from the depths of his blood's instinct, it clearly showed the only path to survival.
Bow down, and you can live.
This existence seemingly does not thirst for slaughter. It only clears obstacles from its path.
