Capture The Purple Flood Dragon

"Stop complaining! If you want, blame yourself for being stupid. Now, quickly regulate your breath and energy. I'll need your help later."

Yunxiao looked quietly at the exploding chariot in the distance and the Purple Nine Neonate Flood Dragon, who rushed out of the explosion and sped in their direction. His face was devoid of emotion like an old monk in meditation, as if nothing in the world could stir him.

That startled Duan Yue. The calm air was by no means fake; instead, it was a instinctive quiet one gained after going through all the hardships and experiencing all the vicissitudes of life.

He could not understand how this regal air could appear in a fifteen-year-old one-star Great Martial Master. It was an aura that was not possessed by any of the Martial Emperors and even Martial Supremes he had seen before.

'How is he going to deal with it?'