"Ancestor Dragon, this is the aura of the Ancestor Dragon's bloodline awakening!"
"Even though it's just a shadow, it is truly the image of the source!"
"Golden Horn, if you can truly inherit the will of the Ancestor Dragon, not to mention slaying Jiang Shujiang Taixuan, our entire Demon Domain might rally to counterattack the Cang Mang Domain because of you!"
Senior Huang Ya's cloudy old eyes were fixed on Golden Horn, sharp as if they could dissect his soul, his tone incomparably enthusiastic.
The words were like drops of water thrown into boiling oil, igniting the suppressed atmosphere.
In the direction of the Phoenix Clan, the red-haired young man Feng Chi at the forefront had a face ashen.
He tightly pursed his lips, deep within his golden pupils roiled an indescribable dread and barely suppressed yet vividly clear jealousy.
