The faces of all the Primal Ancestors in Huang Xiaolong’s party turned unsightly when they heard what the disciple said.

As he turned to look at Huang Xiaolong, they saw a smile crawling up his face.

“You’re right! We’re here to cause trouble!”

Mo Zhi and the others instantly understood his meaning.

When the disciples of the Yin Borer Race were stuck trying to process what kind of id*ot would make a joke like that, a terrifying aura emerged from Long Shengtian’s body and locked the guards in place. With a single thought, they popped like bubbles and a crimson mist filled the skies.

Under the illumination of the rising sun, the blood mist seemed extremely eye-catching.

Those experts who wanted to yell at Huang Xiaolong for...