115. Golden Qi
Author: Hieronimus
last update2026-02-10 10:27:16

The true form of the Ashura Dragon Fairy was far beyond Wu Tian’s expectations. Emerging from the cave, her body shimmered with an ethereal blue glow, scales glistening like sapphires under the fractured sunlight that pierced the mist. Each movement of her massive frame sent ripples of light across the valley, as though the fog itself bowed to her presence. She was immense—larger than Trexis, though slightly smaller than Tian Kui—yet her aura was vast, filling the air with a resonance that made
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