"Yang Xiao?"
Before him stood a robust man, his dark crimson vitality like boiling steam, swirling around him, even transforming into a ferocious blood dragon coiling in the air.
Yang Xiao's body was covered in fine scales that shimmered with a red glow, seemingly indestructible, and on his forehead grew golden dragon horns, making him look like a towering demon standing upright.
This person was indeed the likeness of Yang Xiao.
"Are you human or demon?" Yang Cunxiao trembled as he spoke.
They couldn't fathom what this fellow had gone through in just half a year.
As Yang Xiao's gaze fell upon Yang Cunxiao, a reflection of golden light caught the corner of his eye. From within Qingping's sleeves, an object flew out, quickly expanding and descending upon him.
Boom!
Darkness enveloped him as he arrived in a world of myriad colors, where five-colored flames surged toward him like a breach in a dam.
