The black dragon was soaring in the skies.
It blocked Braydon Neal's path, the twin heads emitting a deafening roar, eyes filled with hostility.
The hatred between spirit beasts and humans had accumulated through countless generations.
Martial artists used spirit beasts to refine weapons and elixirs.
Spirit beasts devoured powerful martial artists, digesting their strength to rapidly advance their own.
The natural enmity between the two was deep-rooted.
Braydon's speed did not decrease, instead it increased. With the Northern King Sword in his left hand, he said coldly, "Tonight, whoever blocks my way will die!"
Braydon, who was known for his ruthless and domineering actions, didn't hesitate at all.
Even though the double-headed black dragon in front of him is a sixth-level spirit beast, if it dared to block his way, it would die!
