The audience below the ring burst into laughter and jeers. It was obvious who was being mocked. On the stage, Bu Lin couldn't help but blush in embarrassment, but after losing to Dao Child, he, as the lord of Qilin Mountain, didn't care about these trivial things. As long as he was happy, nothing else mattered.
Ignoring the clamor from the crowd below, Bu Lin, the Saint Child of Qilin Mountain, shouted at the silver-grey giant, "What's so great about Xuanwu Faziang? Watch how the Azure Dragon of the East Palace suppresses this turtle!"
Scales formed from spiritual power instantly covered Bu Lin's body. Two dragon horns burst from his temples, stimulating his soul and body. The shadow of the Azure Dragon emerged, climbing into the sky. The clear blue sky suddenly changed, filled with ominous clouds and thunder bellowed with a green glow.
