Because of an illusion, the people below are in an uproar.
Only a bear who has seen a True Dragon knows just how fake this wandering dragon is.
Can it even be called a dragon?
At most, it's just a lizard.
Jia Xitong glanced at the group of excited cultivators below the arena. Since they're so eager to see a True Dragon, let's broaden their horizons. Little Raccoon lifted its head, tucked in its little wings, and imitated a real Dragon Roar upwards, giving a loud howl.
Louder, brighter, like a sharp blade piercing the heavens.
More like a True Dragon's fury towards a counterfeit in the sky.
The majesty of the Dragon Clan, accompanied by Little Raccoon's roar, spread in all directions, making all the human cultivators weak at the knees, and the wandering dragon among the demon beasts nearly losing its foothold in the sky.
"Wandering Dragon!"
The wandering dragon's master shouted, urging it to hold on.
But can it really hold on?
