Crack!
Ye Xuan transformed into human shape, his hand clear as jade clutching the nape of the Candle Dragon King's neck, holding him suspended in midair as if lifting a mere chicken. A fierce and venomous intent to kill flashed across the depths of Ye Xuan's eyes.
"Daoist... mercy, please!"
Suppressed in Ye Xuan's grasp, the Candle Dragon King could acutely sense the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Ye Xuan, throwing his mind into disarray. In haste, he cried out for mercy, where was his previous arrogance now?
"A mere little Demon Dragon dares to be so presumptuous before me, do you not know what 'death' means?" Ye Xuan growled fiercely, his hand tightening slightly as if he would extinguish the life of the Candle Dragon King in the very next moment.
"Misunderstanding... It's a misunderstanding... Daoist, please quell your thunderous wrath..."