Chapter 157

Whoooosh!

A gale howled past his ears.

The wind stung his cheeks.

And beneath his feet—

A colossal creature radiating holy light was carrying him. "A-a Holy Dragon!!"

When Fan Weidong got a clear look at that massive, awe-inspiring head—

Fan Weidong's whole body trembled, and he dropped to a sitting position.

That enormous being radiating an overwhelming aura—

Wasn't it identical to the stone statues of the Holy Dragon carved in those few villages?

Those world-conquering eyes. The holy light pouring off its entire body.

Its razor-sharp claws.

It was exactly the legendary Holy Dragon.

And before Fan Weidong—

A pitch-black figure stood there, steady as Taishan. "The Beast God!" At that very moment—

Fan Weidong's pupils dilated.

His heart surged with overwhelming emotion.

And then—

He fell into utter shock. "Director Chen?"

Realizing something, Fan Weidong's voice trembled as he asked, half-disbelieving, tentatively—

"Director Fan, please keep this matter confidential!" "I don't want to invite too much trouble!" A low voice came through.

Yet it stirred a thousand waves in Fan Weidong's heart.

Although the voice seemed slightly altered—

Fan Weidong still recognized its owner.

The Beast God!

It was actually him!

Fan Weidong was horrified.

He had never imagined that the Beast God, whom everyone worshipped—

Was actually such a young man—Chen Xuan.

However!

In the very next instant, Fan Weidong snapped back to his senses.

"Understood, my lord Beast God—rest assured!" Fan Weidong thumped his chest in assurance. "Good!"

Fan Weidong only heard the man inside the black armor let out a laugh.

Roooar!

The next instant!

A majestic figure rose.

Whoosh!

The figure shot off at tremendous speed, weaving through the clouds.

Fan Weidong had never been this excited before.

He had witnessed the true Beast God with his own eyes.

And even ridden on the back of a Holy Dragon.

In an instant!

Only a few breaths had passed.

Clouds and mist howled past Fan Weidong's eyes.

Faster than a rocket.

Light flashed, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

That pure-white figure had already arrived above Jiangyuan City. "What incredible speed!" "Truly worthy of a dragon-type phantom beast!" Fan Weidong was horrified. Only a few breaths had passed.

The Holy Dragon had carried them from Holy Dragon Village, dozens of kilometers away, all the way to the outskirts of Jiangyuan City.

Rooooaar!

The holy, radiant Holy Dragon blazed with dazzling light.

Like a morning star.

Only that sacred sight—nobody was there to see it.