Unfortunately, this power came at the cost of his life. Each time he used it, he drew one step closer to death. Zhao Xuanqi could also tell that the ability Bard wielded was a far cry from the true power of the Black Earth Dragon.
Still, this technique alone was terrifying enough. Even a restricted-level master would be hard-pressed to survive it. A newly-ascended Divine General likely wouldn't dare to take it head-on.
To him, however, it still made little difference.
INHALE!!
Zhao Xuanqi stood his ground and took a sharp breath. Instantly, a gale tore through the ancestral hall's courtyard. The Dragon Form of black smoke was swept up in the churning airflow and, in the blink of an eye, swallowed into his belly, as if its all-dissolving poison simply didn't exist.
Then, with a flicker of movement, Zhao Xuanqi appeared before Bard.
