Yang Xiaotian looked at the frenzied Golden Dragon Soul and was also startled, wondering if it was the power of the four Sword Hearts that he had just stimulated that caused the dragon soul to go berserk?
With no time to think more, he abruptly stood up, quickly stimulating the Primordial Dragon Art, with over nine hundred True Essence Dragons coiling around him, exuding a majestic dragon might.
Just as Yang Xiaotian was ready to make his move, suddenly, the berserk dragon soul rushing over came to a halt in mid-air, as if a train had suddenly braked, stopping right there in the sky.
The air waves rolled tumultuously.
Yang Xiaotian's robe fluttered loudly.
The braked dragon soul then lay down on the ground, and with a face looking up, gazed at Yang Xiaotian expectantly.
Yang Xiaotian's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
