Chapter 2101 - Harmonious Whole (3) (1/2)

The recently entered experts of the Drago-Qilin lands felt a sudden shock. That roar, there was only one beast it could come from!

It didn't take long for their thoughts to be proved correct. An oppressive, demonic aura descended from above. Even the shining star that hung from the center of the Star Clan Dome was completely blotted out, covered by the massive snaking body of a black scaled Dragon.​​

Chenglei's scaled glistened with a dark light, accented but shining hues of dark gold.

Upon his head, Dyon stood masked, his hands clasped behind his back as his violet hair billowed.

”A… A dragon!” The lesser Clans felt their hearts freeze over with shock. They couldn't help but steal glances toward the experts of the Drago-Qilin lands, but what they found weren't expressions of anger, but rather, expressions of shock and trepidation.

They could all feel it… Somehow, though this Dragon had become the steed of someone else… It was within a much higher realm than them all!

In truth, even if a Dragon was enslaved before them all, the dragons of the Drago-Qilin Lands wouldn't care. This wasn't the type of people they were. They believed that every dragon and qilin had a responsibility to themselves. If you were enslaved, that just meant you were too weak.

Of course, some might challenge the enslaver to a battle so that others wouldn't conclude that that Dragons were weak, but it wouldn't be for the purpose of saving one of their own kind. Sometimes, even after beating the enslaver, the dragon would leave their enslaved kin without a care.

However, all dragons present could instantly tell that this wasn't an 'enslaved' dragon. This mighty beast before them, with reflective yellow reptilian eyes looking down on the world with a sneer, with great branching horns that pierced even the skies above its head… This beast had chosen the man upon its back with its own free will!

This dragon… It was more powerful than him!

It was then that it appeared.

To the back of the mighty dragon, a tower that stood kilometers tall glided through the air, exuding a radiating black-red aura.

They were all cultivators, so they could clearly see it. Dyon stood on the top floor of the tower, a light smile playing his features as he was surrounded by four beauties.

The dazzling but petite Alexandria Sacharro.

The cold and blood thirsty Amphorae Sacharro.

The roguish and temperamental Clara Sacharro.

And last but not least, the gentle goddess Madeleine Sacharro.

If they weren't clear that Dyon and the Masked Wife Stealer were one in the same yet, right now, they were absolutely certain. Many eyes couldn't help but land on True God Anak whose gaze seemed to be spitting fire.

Within the Blade Clan elders, a familiar white-haired man looked up, the utmost seriousness on his features. He hoped what he was worried about wouldn't happen… Unfortunately, there was no free lunch in this martial world.

”You…” The masked man riding the majestic dragon suddenly stopped in the air, his gaze landing on the white-haired man. ”… You're the one who wanted my little cousin's life, are you not? What a bold man you are.”

Who could this masked man be if not Dyon? As for the Dyon standing within the tower, that was nothing more than a 0.5% clone of himself. Despite being a clone with only 1/200th of his strength, any Lower Dao Expert would easily fall to him. Not that Dyon would allow it to display that kind of strength.

Seeing that the situation had suddenly taken a turn for the worst, Emperor Star had no choice but to step forward. If things got out of hand, how would he control the Federation in the future?