Xia Feng looked down from on high at the woman before him.
Her captivating face tilted slightly upward, adorned by soft ash-gray hair, revealing delicate earlobes dusted with sparkling white dragon scales that trailed all the way to the upward curve of her left eye, adding an enchanting touch.
Yet the dark gold cross order sword on her brow and her cold lifted pale vertical pupils gave her an air of sacred authority that was inviolable.
To be honest, the mere look in the Dragon God's eyes could instill fear. It was a natural oppressive force from a superior race to an inferior one. Xia Feng hadn't felt it before, but since the Dragon God awoke, the sensation had become increasingly pronounced.
It made one's heart involuntarily harbor sentiments of submission and reverence.
However, under the influence of the Evil Demon Heart, the yearning in his heart easily overpowered his reverence, leaving him eager to complete today's absorption of the Dragon.
