There were many kinds of dragons.
Some were kind, others evil; some barely cared about those below them while others cared too much.
But there was one thing that united all dragons: their arrogance and ego.
Even the gentlest of dragons had the arrogance to defy the heavens and the ego to think themselves above them.
How could Qingyi's words not affect Tianyu? A man with a draconic bloodline, overcome with jealousy and with an ego as fragile as butterfly wings?
"You..." Tianyu growled, his voice more like the grunt of a beast.
Above him, the figure of the white dragon grew even larger, its serpentine body flying over the arena, stretching for more than two hundred meters, a golden light bathing everything below it.
One of the transcendents watching acted quickly, moving his Qi around the arena and protecting the weaker spectators.
