Flying out of Dragon Valley, the Dayan Sacred Fire Dragon swayed its body excitedly. Its formidable flexibility, coupled with that special acceleration ability, allowed it to nearly instantaneously accelerate with a mere sway of its body, dashing a thousand meters away like lightning. In the past six months, the Dayan Sacred Fire Dragon had continuously challenged the Tenth-order Dragon Clan and, with guidance from its parents, had also made tremendous progress. Although it hadn't advanced in grade, its combat ability could now give even a few Dragon Kings a headache compared to half a year ago.
Chen Sixuan sat atop Wuliangye's neck, looking at Ji Dong standing on Maotai's head. Regardless of how the Dayan Sacred Fire Dragon accelerated or moved, Ji Dong seemed glued to Maotai's head.