It was no wonder Hei Zhi didn't take Little White seriously—he was simply too young, so young that he could be completely overlooked...
"You'll know how formidable Little White is once you taste his power."
Boom!
Suddenly, a strong aura burst forth from Little White.
Hei Zhi's smile gradually faded, replaced by sheer panic, and his complexion turned so pale it lost all color.
A gust of wind suddenly rose, lifting the loose white robe he wore.
Amid the fierce wind, Little White stood still; soon, a phantom White Dragon floated up behind him, its massive body punching a hole through the roof of the inn.
"A dragon... Is that a dragon?"
Hei Zhi's body started to tremble.
Even in the Central Continent, a dragon was a rare creature. Yet here was one, heaven, was he hallucinating?
"Please, call me the honorable Divine Dragon!" Little White's body slowly floated up as he looked down from above at the terrified man below.
